At that moment, the members of the Second Legion on Integration Star watched the soaring beam pierce the clouds, then looked ahead, waiting for the operation to begin.
Time ticked by, second by second. Only a few minutes had passed, but to the members of the Second Legion, the wait felt rather long.
The next moment, spatial passages appeared before the various squads, and they knew the operation had officially begun.
At the front of one squad, a captain from the Moon Demon Clan turned to the members behind him and said, "Maintain formation. Remember the mission objectives, minimize unnecessary actions, and don't get bogged down fighting!"
Once he finished, the squad members shouted in unison, "Understood!"
Two roars mingled with their reply. Counting the captain, the squad had ten members in total. One human-demon hybrid operated a Black-Grade Mecha, while the remaining eight consisted of two members of the Demon Race, one human Soul Master, two ten-thousand-year soul beasts, and three demons.
In the past, on the Holy Demon Continent before any of this had happened, a member of the Moon Demon Clan would never have commanded such a squad. Back then, they had styled themselves nobles and could not even be bothered to command or participate in small-scale battles.
But things had long since changed. After all these changes, their supposed status as nobles among the Demon Race had begun to seem utterly laughable.
Still, the Moon Demon Clan had ultimately been different from the demons scattered throughout the Holy Demon Continent back then. Their so-called nobility had been more of a proudly self-bestowed title.
As their surroundings changed, that supposed noble status had long since dispersed like clouds and smoke. No one cared about it anymore.
Of course, in the past, he would never have imagined that