A full-throated "Get lost!" brought a momentary silence to the battlefield.
Dark Shadow was utterly stunned.
He had considered the possibility of rejection, but he had never imagined being rejected so decisively.
The Twin Dragons and the Madmen were one thing, but Flint was the Pirate Crew commander he had been most confident he could persuade. Flint had the greatest hunger for power and was the least likely to tolerate serving beneath someone else.
But what just happened? He told me to get lost?
Even if you thought my offer wasn't good enough, we could still bargain! You could name your price, and I could make a counteroffer!
You don't even care about a baron's title... Just what incredible promise did the All Things Unity Society make you?
Did they promise you an empire, or a future of boundless glory?
"Very well! It seems you're determined to follow the All Things Unity Society all the way to your doom! If you want to die, I'll oblige you."
Although his expression was hidden, the bulging veins on the neck beneath his mask made it clear that Dark Shadow was furious beyond reason.
Flint gave an inward, bitter laugh. This time, he had truly made an enemy for life.
It's not that I wasn't tempted, but no matter how great the rewards, I'd have to survive to enjoy them...
Dark Shadow gave the enormous fleet before him one last icy look, then turned and left the command room without hesitation.
The Dark God Temple is certainly beyond saving, but if the enemy thinks I'm an easy target, they couldn't be more wrong!
It's time to remind you all of the terror of those years when the Shadow ruled over you...
Dense barrages of naval gunfire raged, and countless mechas fought one