The scene above had, of course, also fallen within the telescopic view of Ganjiang and Moye. With their eyesight as sharp as it was, they could take in the entire presidential palace with the naked eye.
Ganjiang said, "We can basically confirm it now. Those are AKs. If Little Martial Uncle could see this, he'd be heartbroken."
"I've already taken pictures and sent them to the sect group chat. Little Martial Uncle will see them when he has time," Moye said.
Of course, even looters who got everything for free wouldn't have weapons like these, crude guerrilla arms made in backyard workshops. But by now, nobody was paying attention to that.
As the shattered drone crashed onto the grassland, a second explosion followed, and a fireball soared into the air. The searing shock wave and flying debris inflicted even greater casualties on those nearby. Yet after only a brief pause, the crowd erupted in a frenzied cheer.
The rioters who had stormed into the presidential palace grounds rampaged, destroying everything in sight. Caught in a state of collective hysteria, they had become as oblivious to danger, pain, and even death as amoebas.
A shrill laugh rang out from the crowd. "Mr. President? Where is the president?"
"Mr. Nihita told us to resist to the bitter end! Well, here we are! King of Earth, your warriors have arrived!"
"Come out! Come out! Let us see your noble bearing!"
So this was the moment when they showed their hand. The twin girls lowered their observation equipment and exchanged a glance, reaching the same conclusion at the same time.
"Well, our eldest senior brother called it again. And it's not like he's ever written any prophecies," Moye sighed.
"Little Martial Uncle said that all prophecies in this world are merely deductions based on