His enormous head filled more than half the sky. Blood-red bandages hung down from above like waterfalls, fluttering in the wind.
With the Red Moon as His eye, He quietly surveyed the devastated land.
Xu Ye lowered his eyelids and staggered, barely holding himself upright with the Black Blade. His eyes were hollow and unfocused.
After coming from Earth, the first person he had truly met was the Captain.
He had felt no belonging here, no involvement, as though he were merely passing through. But the Captain had brought him into the Ninth Squad.
He looked terrible, pale and bloodless, and his breathing involuntarily quickened.
Captain, Sister He Li...
He let out a low, anguished cry and pounded his chest with his fist. A suffocating weight churned inside him, making it hard to breathe, and a sob escaped his lips.
Once again, he felt pain.
Back on Earth, when death had come for him and he had seen his parents break down in tears, his heart had clenched with agony.
Although this time he was not the one leaving, it was still a farewell.
He wanted to do nothing, say nothing. He only wanted to sit in a corner and quietly gaze up at the sky, at the Red Moon, where the Ninth Squad had gone.
The Bandit Lord and Alice could only watch, powerless to help.
They were still far too weak for a struggle on this level-so weak that knowing even a little too much could kill them.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Duke Han Xi lay on the ground, his hands pinned together by the tip of Xu Ye's blade, unable to move.
He lay on his side, watching the sky.
As he watched, he suddenly began to laugh. The old duke sighed. "So this is a deity. I've