At that moment, everyone in this slum saw the fiery meteor streaking across the sky.
At the same time, they saw the energy particle streams outside the projection pod faintly form a three-dimensional emblem.
Many people froze on the spot, and terror gradually crept into their vacant eyes.
The common people of this era were numb. Technology kept advancing, yet they enjoyed none of its dividends; instead, they faced ever harsher exploitation.
From 885, to 996, to 007—at first, one person only needed to work five days to support an entire family. Now, even after working every day, they still owed the Empire money. Technology was clearly growing ever more advanced and productivity ever stronger, yet their debts strangely continued to mount.
Indeed, the Empire did not directly seize their money, but one system after another left them with no choice but to go into debt. Otherwise, they simply could not survive.
Under such circumstances, people's hearts naturally grew restless.
But the Royal Knights had crushed every rebellion with absolute violence.
And during this period, in order to consolidate its rule, the Empire had spared no effort in publicizing the Royal Knights' power and achievements!
Thus, in the hearts of ordinary people, Royal Knights meant death!
Wherever the Royal Knights arrived, there would be devastation and misery.
At the same time, the things from those propaganda broadcasts had seemed very distant from them. No one had expected that one day, such a thing would happen to them.
Thus, they were afraid—and after fear came anger.
They were not angry at the arrival of the Royal Knights, but at the person who had brought the knights here.
They did not dare vent their rage upon the Empire, and could only seek another outlet.
"It's the Imperial Dragon Sparrow..."
Someone recognized the