slid backward, then abruptly stood up straight. His right hand quickly tapped on his chest, sealing his blood vessels, stopping the flow of fresh blood. On his forehead, the golden color that had dev..."First-class combat readiness" 。Repetition, first-level combat readiness 。"Lock on target, await command!"

The whirring of the soul conductor echoed across the northern lands.

On a sea surface covered with vast swathes of ice, long-range cannons from three major fleets all aimed at the distant horizon. 。Quietly waiting. 。Everyone is waiting for the arrival of this important moment. 。This might also be a moment of life and death for mankind!

Dong Zi'an was at the forefront of the Western Army Corps defense line. His crimson werewolf mecha was so conspicuous.

Let every Western soldier be able to see clearly became incredibly solemn. The light from his seventh and ninth soul rings blazed fiercely. 。He too, starting from his chest, unleashed the white-hot aura of his battle armor, which merged with the D...