And the result was that, to keep New Rome from disappearing overnight and becoming a ruin, Changsi and Wierlt had died, Si Erweiqi had been gravely wounded, Slyder had been crippled, and [Iron Prison] had left a contingency within their ranks.
He could only notify Gong Jieyong to protect Si Erweiqi and Slyder, then send people to help them take control of the Knights' Order, ensure their armed forces remained secure, help them grow as quickly as possible, and stabilize New Rome.
For more than a decade afterward, [Iron Prison] had made no move, until Hold Up the Heavens burst onto the scene, the battle lines advanced step by step, and one upheaval followed another.
And [Iron Prison], who had inflicted countless wounds on the Present World, had finally met its end in death.
He had waited more than five hundred years for this moment. If those who had passed away could see this scene, they would definitely laugh aloud.
This had been a battle that lasted an immensely long time. The blade driven into [Iron Prison]'s core bore a cold-tempered edge forged from the will of countless people, some known, some nameless.
Wang Jianshe withdrew his gaze and straightened his back. The little old man planted his hands on his hips and laughed heartily, yet despite his laughter, he felt an inexplicable ache.
"[Iron Prison], you're finally dead. And the Present World is destined to reach places you'll never see. We won. We did! Hahahahaha!"
His mechanical body could shed no tears, but every peal of laughter from his soul was a dispatch of victory delivered to the dead.
Amid the laughter, [Iron Prison] closed its eyes, neither struggling nor arguing.
Though the process had been unexpected, the outcome was still what it had wished for.
Even if its