When the alarm sounded, the entire Solar Ship remained calm. The Original Sin Legion operated in orderly fashion. In the silent lower decks, the soldiers of the Iron Legion opened their eyes from sleep and rose silently to don their armor.
Everything ran as smoothly as though it were only natural.
After the initial period of adjustment, the entire North Star Transfer Station had been forged into a brand-new weapon of war beneath the pressure of the Abyss.
Every edge had been painstakingly honed into something sharp and savage, while every link had been streamlined to flawless perfection, all for the sole purpose of delivering this destruction to the enemy without reservation.
One war, then another, then another, and another after that...
There had been too much slaughter. So much that even this brutal warfare, enough to burn body and self alike to ashes, had begun to feel commonplace.
But this time, when everyone saw the figure passing through the lower deck, they could not help but pause.
Huai Shi.
Still walking as though nothing had happened, a hole still gaping in his chest.
Yet the warm smile could no longer be seen on his face. There was only calmness.
Neither gloomy nor stern, but when those black eyes swept toward them, people could not help straightening their posture and tensing their nerves.
No one dared relax in the slightest.
A salute.
Seeing hundreds of soldiers standing at attention and looking toward him, Huai Shi halted. He instinctively wanted to raise a hand and say something, but in the end, he merely sighed softly.
"Everyone... stay safe. Be careful in all things."
"YES!!!"
The soldiers thrust out their chests, their reply ringing out in perfect unison.
Their solemn expressions instead made Huai Shi feel a little embarrassed. He nodded, turned,