At those words, the lights in the living room suddenly went out, and the scene around them instantly turned into flowing darkness.
Before Zhao Niugao could react, the darkness around him twisted eerily.
"Riiip!"
The next second, the scene before him was pulled apart like a curtain.
In his daze, he seemed to see his father, his brothers, his comrades-in-arms... every familiar face falling one after another.
Some were torn to pieces outright, some crushed into pulp beneath trampling feet, and others gnawed beyond recognition, leaving not even a corpse behind in the end.
Only him.
Only he had survived.
He had crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, climbing step by step until he reached the Seventh-tier.
The scars buried deep in his memories had been torn open once more, laid bare before his eyes. Zhao Niugao's eyes reddened despite himself.
But as a Seventh-tier, his will was clearly not so easily dragged under.
"Yu Zhengmo! What exactly are you trying to do?!"
With his low roar, ripples spread through the air beside him.
Yu Zhengmo's figure appeared at his side, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"Old General Zhao, you've already lost enough. What right does she, a Calamity, have to interrogate your family?"
"Even if they really were at fault, she shouldn't be the one handling it. It should be subject to a unified review from above."
The more he spoke, the more animated he became, his words speeding up.
"Even if she thinks of herself as human, she's still just an eighteen-year-old little girl."
"Think about it—where did she come from? Base City No. 144! Some insignificant little southern city!"
"She's never seen a real battlefield, never lived through those bitter years you endured. What could she possibly understand?"
"Shut up!"
Zhao