"Oh?"
Hearing that such a large-scale lineup had been called for the meeting, Major Montana was first slightly taken aback.
Then irrepressible anticipation spread across his round face.
Behind his lenses, his eyes burst with an excited light.
He knew this atmosphere all too well.
A spectacle where every high-ranking commander was summoned like this
was absolutely no routine exercise summary, nor some dull training or logistics report.
This was the horn of war!
And this time, their opponent likely wasn't those creatures that only knew how to charge by instinct and numbers, those boring bugs with not a trace of beauty or intelligence to speak of.
As for the so-called highly intelligent brain bugs, in his eyes, their command ability was nothing special.
What he wanted was a brand-new war from an unknown world, one filled with human tragedy, blood, and fire.
"Has it finally come?"
"I've been waiting far too long."
Major Montana slowly lowered his feet from the desk.
He straightened his somewhat short and stout, yet imposing body.
He took a pair of pristine white gloves from the drawer and put them on.
Then he stood before the mirror, straightening his uniform and smoothing out every tiny crease.
Afterward, he turned away without the slightest reluctance and strode toward the door.
He did not glance even once more at the earth-shaking battle between Nagato and Patry on the screen.
[Whoosh—]
When Major Montana walked through the automatically opening doors of the army group headquarters' conference room, quite a few generals and field officers had already gathered in the spacious, brightly lit room.
The air was thick with irrepressible excitement and restlessness.
The officers clustered in twos and threes were discussing in low but heated voices, speculating about the reason this high-level meeting had been convened.
"Could