For the Iron Legion, one of the Four Great Legions of the Astronomical Society, how could they possibly sit out the War of All Realms?
Especially those squads that had participated in the war against the Rotten Dream—those carefully cultivated elites. After receiving so many resources and privileges, could they simply stand by when disaster struck?
They were soldiers entrusted with great hopes, tools carefully forged, heroes selected and tempered from among ordinary people.
This was their mission.
From the moment they set foot on this path, only one outcome awaited them—gradually withering away through long, long wars, covert operations, assassinations, frontal assaults, and countless missions, until one day they met total annihilation.
When Crystal Lattice 1-7 stood alone before him, Huai Shi should have understood.
He did understand.
He had merely been instinctively avoiding the answer.
Crystal Lattice 1-7 remained silent. Without a word, he raised his right arm and showed Huai Shi the honors of the past—all that Crystal Lattice Squad No. 1 had once achieved.
Seven dim stars, seven highest-class commendations earned in missions that had protected an entire city, the lives of more than a hundred thousand people.
The peeling paint on those medals seemed to glimmer with a light that stabbed at Huai Shi's eyes, making him look away.
He sighed silently.
Beneath the gloomy Sky Dome, a foul wind blew in from afar, carrying the stench of blood and ashes.
Columns of burning smoke rose from even more distant lands. Even during a lull in the great war, scattered killings and conflicts still filled every corner.
At the other end of the land, within a domain shrouded in seemingly eternal darkness and storm clouds, horrifying flashes of lightning still flickered, illuminating the outlines of volcanoes, flowing lava, and strange settlements across the earth.
Darkness