Ooo...
The melodious sound of horns rose over Second-Ring Holy Tower Ruined City. As the Holy Tower region with the richest supplies on the Wizard Continent, it supported the greatest number of demon-hunting wizards. Even now, with the War of Civilization having reached its white-hot stage, the number of demon-hunting wizards gathered in this Ruined Ancient City had not diminished in the slightest. Dense as a swarm of locusts, they flew back into their Demon-Hunting Laboratories at the sound of the horns, using the Fate Lever's rules to replenish the Space Fortress with energy.
The shadow of the ten-thousand-meter Space Fortress fell across the ground, suffocatingly oppressive.
Forty thousand demon-hunting dark wizards, more than two hundred thousand Demon-Hunting Light Wizard Legion soldiers, millions of slave monsters of every kind, hundreds of space motherships in the fortress's base, mechanical puppets, Mechanical Bees...
"My dear Green Beast, you're still young. Your potential is limitless, and the road ahead is long. You must have faith in the future!"
Standing atop Green, Little Eight lectured him earnestly in the tone of someone who had been through it all.
That bearing—don't even mention it. It was the real deal.
"Look at Baye here. I've made it through so many eras, from the ancient wizarding period when this world was a chaotic mess where everyone fought everyone, to the establishment of the Holy Tower rules, and then the second War of Civilization. Hmph, Baye has never truly feared anyone. Look at what you've gone and done—are you really making your final arrangements?"
Green stood at the peak of the Space Fortress's defensive barrier, his tricolored light eyes gazing into the distance as he slowly shook his head.
"Just in case. According to the estimates, there's no small chance that I'll encounter a Destroyer over there. And