"His Majesty could arrive at any time, and I don't want him to see our troops looking disorderly. That would lower his opinion of the entire Heaven's Shield Legion." As the soldier said this, he glanced at the two security personnel following behind An Yang. A hint of ferocity at odds with his appearance flashed in his eyes, as though he were displaying his strength before another beast.
"What's your name?" An Yang asked with a smile.
"Guo Ting!" The soldier suddenly stood up from the sofa. "Guo Ting of the Eighth Squad, Guardians Battalion, Sixth Army of the Heaven's Shield Legion, reporting to His Majesty!"
"That sounds a little like a girl's name." An Yang smiled again and gestured for him to sit down.
After Guo Ting sat down, he—who had survived countless battles and become a god of slaughter responsible for countless deaths—now flushed red because of An Yang's remark that his name sounded like a girl's!
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped himself.
Seeing this, An Yang said nothing about it. Instead, he said, "Tell me again what happened that day."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"That day, I was carrying out a routine guard mission in Silver Moon City when a huge black hole suddenly appeared in the sky. The brothers became somewhat restless, and I disengaged my weapon's safety as well." Guo Ting spoke in an old-fashioned tone, but he looked far too fresh-faced. Words like "the brothers" sounded faintly out of place coming from him.
Of course, if one ignored his delicate face, one would feel that the person sitting before them was a veteran who had rolled straight off the battlefield!
"At that moment, we received orders from above. His Majesty's expeditionary army was returning. We were told not to act