"Boom!"
A massive head tumbled down before Smith a moment before the rift in the sky closed.
It was the Twelve-Winged Angel's head.
Gu Feng, A, and Xian'er slowly descended, invincible.
That head utterly shattered the Alliance's will to resist.
Even gods... could not defeat the Dragon Kingdom.
"Are you still going to fight?" Old Guan's chest heaved as he looked at the soldiers behind him with heartache.
Without these soldiers fighting heedless of their lives, there would have been no victory now.
But far, far too many heroes would never see this glorious moment.
"I..."
Smith also looked at his own soldiers.
His soldiers were no worse than the Dragon Kingdom's.
Why had they lost?
While the Dragon Kingdom's people united as one and rushed to the borders, his people had been in the streets protesting against the government and the Holy See.
The Alien Races would never understand the unity of the Dragon Kingdom's people.
"There is no need to keep fighting."
After a long hesitation, Smith finally said those words.
He had to admit that the Alliance had suffered an utter defeat this time.
The days when the West alone dominated... had become history for good.
The sun of a new era would rise in the east.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Old Guan raised his head, sunlight falling on his back.
So imposing, so upright.
"On behalf of... the Alliance Government... I request... to surrender to... the Dragon Kingdom's Commander-in-Chief."
Smith and the other two generals lowered their heads in shame.
If not for the soldiers behind them, they would rather have died fighting.
"No..." Old Guan narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "You are not asking to surrender to me."
"You should ask to surrender to the entire Dragon Kingdom, to the countless righteous