Inside the Western Front Fortress, Silad had been watching the battlefield closely. When he saw the Sacred Dragon Prince and the others all die in battle, his face instantly went pale.
"They're dead. They're all dead!"
His body swayed, and he sank weakly into his chair.
"How could this happen? How could this happen..." Flash Thunder's face was just as pale. He gripped the windowsill with both hands, his eyes hollow as he repeated those words over and over.
They were terrified. Both were War Kings who had survived countless bloody battles and taken part in more than a few wars that had destroyed entire civilizations.
They had once fought a world with a similar level of civilization in a war that could only be called apocalyptic, yet even then, they had never seen so many War Emperors fall.
This was over thirty of them. How many War Emperors did the entire Mechanical Empire have? As far as they knew, barely a hundred. Thirty percent had been lost in one stroke.
The empire simply could not bear such a devastating price.
Only when the battle ended and Purple Wing's group switched sides did the two finally come back to their senses.
Flash Thunder finally reacted and hurriedly turned to Silad. "What do we do? The Sacred Dragon Prince is dead, and Purple Wing and the others have completely thrown in their lot with the Heavenly Way Alliance. What are we supposed to do?"
Silad gave a bitter smile. "What else can we do? We're already aboard this ship. There's no getting off now!"
Flash Thunder's expression changed sharply. "You really intend to join Purple Wing and the others?"
"Do we have another path?"
Silad glanced up at him, slowly rose, and straightened his collar. "Come on. Let's go welcome the