"Duke of Silver is dead!"
Inside the flagship of the Black Water City fleet, a soldier had watched the battlefield through satellite imagery the entire time. He had ignored everything else, keeping his eyes fixed on He Jinqiu. Once Qing Chen entered the battle, the three Fate Weavers aboard the flagship began their work as well.
The combat staff beside him watched the holographic tactical sandbox. They saw He Jinqiu shoot down the transport airship, saw Duke of Silver shatter He Jinqiu's nine flying swords, and saw He Jinqiu sever Duke of Silver's tendons in both hands and feet.
From the moment the battle began at the Aerial Fortress, everything had unfolded at a level ordinary humans could scarcely imagine, much less reach. Until He Jinqiu's life force was exhausted, and Qing Chen took Duke of Silver's head with three Divine Cuts.
The combat staff were too stunned to speak. A duke of the Roosevelt Empire had actually died!
Yet when they turned to look at the Fate Weavers, they found not a trace of surprise on their faces, as if they had known the outcome all along.
This was the ending they had already written into the fragments of fate!
At that moment, a commander of the Black Water City Group Army suddenly asked, "If the three of you saw this battle in the fragments of fate, then we could have long since used Silver City as a reference point to determine their approximate location... roughly twenty kilometers east of Silver City. If we had fired a missile early on, not only would Duke of Silver have died, He Jinqiu would have died too, and even Joker would have died."
What the commander meant was: Joker was still alive.
One of the older Fate Weavers glanced sidelong at him.