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Snake Eyes took a deep breath and got straight to the point. "No. While I was negotiating with the enemy at the front lines, something inexplicable happened. Those ten thousand rocket artillery vehicles vanished into thin air after completing their first barrage."
"Vanished?" Snakebelly slowly repeated the word, his tone unreadable.
"Yes. After they fired ten thousand shells, I turned to check, and the convoy was gone. I thought a system malfunction had triggered an automatic withdrawal, but headquarters never received any report of their return." Cold sweat seeped from Snake Eyes's forehead. "That was an entire Heavy Armored Legion! Even if they'd been defeated, there should have been wreckage. How could they simply evaporate?"
A brief, deathly silence fell over the hall.
Then came the teeth-grating sound of bones grinding together.
Snakebelly slowly rose. As he moved, his burly body swelled as though being inflated, his height instantly surpassing two meters. Layers of muscle bulged across his body, as if cast from tempered steel forged a thousand times over. He looked down at Snake Eyes, a flicker of brutality flashing through his deep-set eyes. His presence instantly grew heavy as iron, its pressure almost freezing the air.
Snakebelly Great General stood atop the ruins, his shadow looming over the defeated troops below. His voice was low, like thunder rolling across the horizon, every word carrying unmistakable killing intent. "Those three possess extraordinary abilities. They can catch shells barehanded, to say nothing of striking their enemies with precision. There must be an earth-shattering secret behind this."
He abruptly raised a hand and pointed toward the distant city, which the flames of war had yet to consume. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. "Go! Bring every Heavy Cannon sleeping deep in the warehouses into action. Tell the city's defenders