This is..!?
Damn it! Black Armor is dead!?
Looking at the gray name that represented death, Karen felt as if she had fallen into an ice pit. For a moment, she felt that everything was bizarre beyond belief. It was as if an invisible hand had enveloped her, yet she had no idea what was happening!
"Your Highness Karen, wake up!"
"Quick, run! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!!"
Outside the Star Glory Battlefield, Creator Alliance.
The once magnificent Central Star had already been reduced to ruins.
In just a few short days, the Fifth Order Legion that had once protected the Alliance had transformed into a disaster, plundering the Alliance's last resources.
Amid the burning, killing, and looting, hundreds upon thousands of Star Islands had their energy drained before crashing onto the planet.
Under the impact of the Fifth Order battles, the entire planet seemed to have been cleaved open, exposing its bright-red core.
This was a man-made disaster, as well as a purge.
The corpses of countless Creator members covered the entire Low Earth Orbit. From a distance, they looked like a stellar ring continuously circling the planet.
One patch black, another red, like streaks of pork belly on a grill.
Amid the magma spewing high temperature flames tens of thousands of meters into the air, this ring of corpses was roasted into charcoal. Even the atmosphere was filled with a strange, charred fragrance.
No one knew how many people the Alliance had lost in this disaster. The Fifth Order did not care, and neither did the rebel army.
To the rebel army, the Alliance's destruction was inevitable. Taking away the last of its resources before its destruction was, in essence, still for the continuation of their race.
"Black Flame Lord, we've finished