The last battle was still vivid in his mind—the way blood had streamed from the other man's features after he had overtaxed his mental strength.
Considering the special circumstances surrounding the young man, as well as his competitive nature,
Zong Rulin gave another stern reminder.
"Got it, got it.
I'll go rest after we get through this wave, all right?"
The young man replied helplessly.
Only then did Zong Rulin nod. He drew his gaze back from the porthole and turned it once more toward the life-support pod in the center of the command cabin.
A mass of data ports connected the various stations throughout the command cabin to the life-support pod, which had clearly been specially modified.
Every second, an enormous volume of data flowed between the pod, the Royal Ark, and the many warships and defense platforms stationed along the Royal Alliance's defensive line.
Every second, more than ten commands issued from the pod and were relayed across the entire line.
They adjusted the finer details, such as Concentrated Fire, switching targets, and rotating reserves.
As a result, the Royal Alliance, which should have been on the defensive, instead gained ground bit by bit against the attacking faction of Spokesperson for the Three Powers!
Inside the life-support pod lay a young man with a heroic face.
He wore only a set of undergarments made from a special material. His eyes were closed, his face pale, and he floated in the nutrient solution in a state of deep relaxation.
"What a pity.
A future God of War like him, ruined to this state by those selfish bastards."
Zong Rulin sighed from the heart, for what must have been the umpteenth time.
"Uncle Zong, stop sighing. If you keep it up, your wrinkles are going to show through!"
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