He pointed toward Okhma City, his face filled with contempt for Caesar and a thirst for power:
"Such a paradise's heartland, such sacred Titan weaponry, handed over to an ignorant fool like Caesar—brave but brainless—only for her to exhaust the strength and elites of all our city-states attacking those distant Titan Gods... What a monstrous waste! A path to our own destruction!"
He shouted with force:
"Now! She has taken our last hope to its death! The rear is undefended!"
"This is precisely the perfect opportunity bestowed upon us by the gods to seize the Holy City, take the Dawn Machine, and determine Amphoreus's fate!"
"For our city-states! For our future!"
Inside the tent, some of the generals were stirred by those words. Greed and fanaticism blazed in their eyes as they raised their fists in response.
"Fuck them up!"
Okhma City.
The sunlight simulated by the Dawn Machine remained bright.
It even carried just the right amount of warmth as it fell over a carefully planned experimental field near Marble Market.
The field lay beside the relatively bustling market. Its newly tilled red soil was neatly arranged, standing in stark contrast to the somewhat disorderly private farmland surrounding it.
By the ridge of the field.
A middle-aged man in an excessively pristine scholar's robe was listlessly gripping a brand-new hoe with a smoothly polished handle.
He was none other than He Shen, whom Yan Huan had entrusted with an important duty.
At that moment, Lord He was symbolically toiling beneath the blazing sun, swinging his hoe with an almost elegant posture.
If the few beads of sweat cleverly dabbed onto his forehead and nose with clean water could even be called sweat...
His movements were slow and rhythmic.
Rather than hoeing the field, he looked more like he