"Boss, the Angel Legion will reach the battlefield soon."
"Boss, the Federation army has left the Asia Region."
"Boss, reinforcements in the Alliance rear have started marching toward New Delhi."
"Boss, no human can withstand the angel army. We..."
On a hill ten li from the main battlefield in India.
Yang Pan stood in the boundless snow, draped in pure white animal fur, his hair covered in snowflakes and his expression weary.
Beside him, Gu Feng and A silently tightened their grips on their weapons.
Even Xian'er, who had always appeared as Yang Pan's exclusive possession, had picked up a pair of swords.
And behind them.
Over a thousand deathsworn in night gear and playing-card masks, curved blades in hand and eyes terrifyingly calm, were already poised for battle.
"The Dragon Kingdom's army... probably won't be able to stop the angel army." Gu Feng looked at his boss anxiously.
Yang Pan himself was not particularly strong, but Gu Feng and his other subordinates trusted him unconditionally.
They trusted that he could turn the tide.
Yang Pan raised his wrist to check his watch and took a deep breath. "Tell our people in the West they can begin."
"Will it work?" A held an umbrella and yawned, asking doubtfully.
"I mean... I am the boss, after all. Why can't you hold that umbrella over me for a bit?"
All thousand-plus of them were covered in snowflakes, Yang Pan included.
Only A held an umbrella. At first glance, he looked like the leader.
"No can do, boss. I need to protect my skin. You're not handsome anyway, so you don't need to worry about appearances," A said shamelessly. "Have some sympathy for the struggles of a handsome man. If my skin gets worse, you'll have to pay for my skincare products."
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