Waiting for the "Ultimate Weapon" from the Royal City.
The air was filled with unease and anxiety, as Fire Son Luo Wei Ya and Archbishop Horus were constantly poring over the Fog Disk, studying the details of the strategy.
Commander Liszt of the Investigation Legion repeatedly reported the intelligence they possessed on the interiors of Starry Sky City.
And these pieces of information, they had heard dozens of times, the strategic arrangements had been perfected to the limit, even puppets couldn't find defects.
But given the gravity of the situation, everyone hoped to achieve the utmost perfection.
"Hey, Rod brother, do you think we can win this time?"
This was Tai Luo, the Great Sword, asking for the thirteenth time.
Rod didn't expect this guy with thick eyebrows to be so nervous as well.
"Of course we can win, my intuition already tells me so."
It was Rod's thirteenth identical answer.
