Freedom City.
Command Hall.
Morton had not closed his eyes for over twenty-four hours. Of course, even if that time were doubled, he still would not have felt tired.
Over the past twenty-four hours, another major battle had ended at Saint Bourne Fortress.
Although Saint Bourne Fortress had not fallen after the battle, it had suffered heavy losses.
The Strategic Affairs Department had mobilized its entire army, and nearly all of its top-level mechs had been sent into the Battlefield.
Most devastating of all, the silhouettes of Lake Light Knight and Justice Apostle had appeared among the enemy mechs.
A few days earlier, the Strategic Affairs Department had secretly intercepted the Ninth Organ, causing Lake Light Knight to surrender and Rebel Knight to escape.
No one had expected Lake Light Knight to stand on the Strategic Affairs Department's side of the front line only a few days later. Although that mech had not been assigned to an important position, the appearance of a Round Table Knights mech had still shocked Freedom Wings.
But no matter how shocking that was, it was nothing compared to the appearance of Justice Apostle.
When the golden mech appeared on the Battlefield, Freedom Wings' morale plummeted. After all, its appearance meant that the "granary" had fallen into the Strategic Affairs Department's hands. That was already an undeniable fact.
The Strategic Affairs Department did not even need Justice Apostle to fight. Simply displaying it on the Battlefield was enough to deal Freedom Wings a tremendous psychological blow.
At that moment.
Justice Apostle's former pilot, Sweet Ollier, was standing beside Morton. He had returned to Freedom City not long ago and reported how Saint Mary Base had fallen.
Considering that manpower was urgently needed, Morton had not blamed him too harshly, but the general's eyes were still