"Madness, madness."
The corps commander took out the Satellite Phone with trembling hands.
No signal.
"Are you a pig? You didn't even notice the signal was jammed?" Enoch no longer wanted to waste time on him.
Right now, he only wanted to leave Kou Island as quickly as possible.
Against a charge by organized Dragon Kingdom formations, even someone at Eight Awakenings would fare poorly.
From Eden's research into the Dragon Kingdom, spotting one suicide squad meant countless main-force units were on their way.
Either they did not fight, or they struck with everything they had.
That was the First War Zone's style.
Sure enough.
Out at sea.
Atop a towering wave hundreds of feet high.
A sea fortress over ten stories tall appeared out of thin air like a demonic star descending from the heavens.
Its enormous hull was fully exposed, as though... a small town were bearing down on the docks.
An old man stood proudly on the warship's deck.
His white cloak snapped in the wind, and medals covered his dark green uniform.
He stood ramrod straight, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.
Most striking of all was the Fourth War Zone's battle flag, hanging conspicuously from the flagpole beside him.
It was the Fourth War Zone's Kill Flag.
It was the flag of Commander Sun of the Fourth War Zone.
"Sun..." Enoch drew a sharp breath when he saw the flag clearly.
The man's lapels were soaked with rain, yet he still stood proudly in the gale like a giant.
His sea fortress cut through the wind and waves, with countless warships behind it.
"They're here..." Enoch's heart turned to ash.
The Dragon Kingdom's warships had arrived.
They had appeared at a time when everyone thought it impossible.
Like a legendary legion of death, they had