The sky was a murky orange-yellow, the sun seemingly forever fixed on one side of the dawn-dusk line, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.
As far as the eye could see, the mountains and plains were covered in farmland. The crops here appeared to be blue, their rolling layers resembling waves upon waves, an azure sea stretching to the horizon.
Lu Zhou had originally thought this experience would be like the last one, throwing him straight into the brutal hail of gunfire. Instead, what lay before him was an idyllic pastoral scene.
However, that feeling abruptly vanished as his gaze continued upward.
The distant mountain range seemed to have been sheared in half by some terrifying force, and the exposed alloy cross-section was riddled with scars.
It was clear that an extraordinarily brutal battle had once taken place here.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" Standing beside him was a somewhat weathered-looking Jialan man. His sharply defined jaw moved as he narrowed his eyes at the distant twilight and continued, "Long, I heard Distant Star is your homeland."
Guessing that the man was speaking to him, Lu Zhou nodded.
"Yes... General Reinhardt."
Unlike last time, the instant he spoke, a stream of unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind. The character he had synchronized with was a soldier from the Distant Star colony. After the flames of revolution were ignited, he had joined the insurgents and become a member of General Reinhardt's guard.
Unbelievable.
Who would have thought that Reinhardt—the protagonist Lu Zhou had played in the first memory—would launch a revolution to overthrow the Empire fifty years after the Oracle incident?
Still, it seemed their situation was far from optimistic.
At least for now, they were probably on the defensive, and the previous round of fighting had already left