"The mechs can be transported in by tomorrow at the latest. You decide when to act. We guarantee the fleet outside won't fire on the fortress."
The liaison officer in charge of receiving them did not leave. Perhaps he had learned from last time's lesson and gave them no opportunity to find fault.
Yin Sang's expression was grave. Every operation like this was a gamble with their lives, and few people could keep doing it forever.
Anyone who had fought and killed their way through countless battles and still survived was either called a legend or belonged in a novel. There were no other possibilities.
If not for a knight's loyalty, he would never have returned to this mess.
"Fine. I'll wait for your good news."
Then... they were left staring at one another.
This time, it was less an assassination than a war.
Both the Dark Faction and the Commoner Faction had realized that peaceful coexistence was impossible.
War was therefore inevitable.
With tensions at a breaking point, the Dark Faction had decided to strike first.
In fact, fleets everywhere had already fallen into a standoff, and everyone faced the question of which side to choose.
The Dark Faction also wanted to make a major splash and gain an advantageous position in the coming split.
The Commoner Faction's earlier defection of Commander Cao Yang had been a near-perfect strategic operation.
It had not only seized the Dark Faction by the throat, but also dealt a blow to their prestige.
Prestige was important when seeking support within the Federation.
So the Dark Faction chose to answer blow for blow.
They wanted to kill the traitor, restore their prestige, and intimidate supporters who harbored divided loyalties.
They could also reclaim the initiative at Magellan Fortress, killing two birds with one stone.