The Ancient Ones stood in the void.
They were less than a hundred miles from the front line. At this moment, every second of brief peace the Ancient Ones enjoyed had been bought with the lives of the elite troops of the Ancient Ones who had amassed on the front line.
Three cylindrical warships slowly moved forward from behind them. They would charge ahead even through a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, ready to be shattered to pieces without hesitation.
At this moment, the Ancient Ones were calmer than ever before.
They gazed at the dark red planet, filled with the unfamiliar and the ominous. Half of the planet was perpetually shrouded in violent particles; the other half was a dark red hell of molten lava left behind by an ancient impact. While destroying a continent of the Star Curtain World, it had also paid a heavy price itself.
But what did that matter?
To the Superhumans, the entire world was already dead. What did it matter if they lost another half? But to the Star Curtain World, this was the destruction of one of the most powerful and prosperous continents of antiquity.
As the Ancient Ones slowly spread their arms, their condition rose to an unprecedented peak. It was as if countless days and months of preparation had all been for this moment!
"Let's begin."
At the Ancient Ones' calm words, the Flatfish King beside them nodded.
Before the expedition, the Flatfish Clan had already made the worst-case preparations as agreed. They had moved half their people to the Frost Continent, where they were under the protection of its leadership. They no longer had to worry about what might happen to their kin.
Whichever side—Storm Continent or Frost Continent—found an opportunity, their civilization would not come