The year 1047 of Dawn.
Lin Guyuan was thirty-seven that year.
By then, he was already a veteran of the front lines, no longer as green as when he had first set foot on the battlefield.
During his time in the front-line Tactical Command Department, Lin Guyuan's way of thinking had changed with his environment.
He had once disliked the wild ideas in his head, always feeling that he was too prone to thinking up strange things. But now, he had accepted the talent he had been given.
Although he had never fulfilled his youthful dream of fighting bloody battles alongside his comrades on the battlefield and becoming a respected god of war on the front lines.
His years of experience at the front had given him a new dream.
He wanted to forge a human army suited to the battlefields of the future. Countless envisioned plans awaited his realization.
Whenever he watched footage sent back from the front lines, he was utterly focused.
At times, he cheered excitedly when one of his wild ideas was put into practice. At others, he sighed in frustration over one that had failed.
Today, the latest tactic he had developed was about to undergo live combat testing.
Everyone from the Tactical Command Department sat in the command hall, watching the enormous screen ahead, where real-time footage from the front lines was playing.
The footage had been captured from high above by drones. Below, a thirty-two-man squad was marching at high speed.
Beneath them were Fierce Wind Wolves, a new species that had emerged after Wind Walker Wolves evolved three times.
As they ran, crimson flames could faintly be seen flowing around their paws. Each time their agile bodies touched the ground, they leaped more than ten meters forward. Their rhythm of jumping and