The Capital.
A basement.
The leaders filling the room straightened in their seats.
Everyone held their breath and focused.
That overwhelming aura enveloped the entire Capital.
High in the sky, a boundless black cloud slowly drifted toward the Capital.
Black clouds bore down on the city, threatening to crush it.
The great battle began.
Everyone silently tightened their grip on their weapons.
Old Guan slowly rose from his chair and picked up the telephone beside him.
"Open fire."
Old Guan, seething with pent-up anger, finally could not help shouting into the telephone, "Launch a full counterattack! Sink every last fleet of the Coalition Forces!"
"Order Dian Prefecture and Gui Prefecture to push out, drive out the alien races, and show our nation's might."
"All troops of the Shanhe Four Prefectures are to reinforce the coast."
"The Northeast is to send troops into the Peninsula. Throw all the Koreans into the sea to feed the fish."
"Fuck, the brat pulled it off. Now it's up to us old geezers."
After hanging up, Old Guan took a deep breath. Killing intent permeated the basement.
The other leaders rose one after another, their gazes converging on the Old Man.
"Everyone, Tiger has finished his killing. It's our turn to take the field."
"Today, even if it costs every last one of us our lives, we're fucking keeping the Pope and the Marquis in the Dragon Kingdom."
"Carve out a haven for the younger generations, so our children and grandchildren will never again suffer the anguish of war."
In his agitation, the Old Man smashed the table beside him with his palm. "From this moment on, there will be only one Dragon Kingdom in the Asia Region."
"Creeak..."
The basement door was slowly pushed open.
The Old Man tore off his burial shroud and