Northern An War Zone.
General Commander Hall.
Smack! Smack!
Dense raindrops battered the giant floor-to-ceiling window, then streamed rapidly down the glass, leaving streak after streak behind.
General Commander Qiu Qiguang stared at the scene, feeling that the streaks resembled tear tracks left by weeping.
He could not help recalling the footage he had watched yesterday.
A Treacherous Squid Missile, deliberately concealed with a secret art, had shot through the vast curtain of rain and accurately slipped into the ventilation duct of a War Fortress.
It followed the duct into the interior of the War Fortress, happened to strike a factory, and, by the worst luck, landed in a crowded workshop.
At that instant.
Something terrible happened.
Great clouds of green gas spread into every corner. Squid-like Tentacles burst from the stomachs of over one hundred and fifty workers and twisted off their necks.
After the incident.
Several hundred relatives of the dead had gathered at the site of the tragedy, their collective wailing leaving General Qiu deeply shaken.
This was merely a microcosm.
Over the past few days.
Civilian casualties had begun rising steadily.
After all, the Warhawk Legion only played the role of "interceptors," and manpower had its limits. It was impossible to intercept every Treacherous Squid Missile.
Qiu Qiguang's gaze flickered as he decisively ordered, "Someone!"
A Mystic Adept attendant silently appeared at the doorway and respectfully replied, "What are your orders, General Commander?"
With his old face rigid, he barked, "Clean the water off the glass immediately, then activate the protective profound array so it does not obstruct the view!"
"Yes!"
Very soon.
General Qiu's will was carried out.
A dim fluctuation flashed by.
Naturally, this meant the protective profound array had been activated.
The smack-smack of raindrops instantly vanished completely, and not a single drop