"We are now entering DEFCON 1! I repeat, we are now entering DEFCON 1! Lock onto the target and await further orders!"

The sound of swiveling soul tools rang out across the entire northern front. Many long-range artillery units from the three naval legions had surfaced on the sea, and all of them were aimed toward the distance, silently waiting.

Everyone was waiting for the arrival of the critical moment, the one that would perhaps decide the survival of the human race!

Dong Zi'an was currently situated at the very front of the Western Legion's defensive line, and his Fierce Wolf mecha was as eye-catching as ever.

At a time like this, only by leading from the front could Dong Zi'an raise the morale of the Western Legion.

He was prepared to use his own blood...