He was once a peerless general, a faceless betrayer, and once used an order to make tens of millions of civilians the victims of the times. It wasn't until eighteen years ago under the glass sky that the general, who had actually saved the Gadari War of Independence, with such a group of soldiers who could not hesitate to do his duty for the sake of faith, crushed the quiet dawn of the blue sea and pearl, and shattered the fragile peace between the Giront and Gadari tribes......

He's Moen. Leday, who has always been behind the wave of revolution in Gadari, is the founder of the United States of Gaddari, and perhaps her destroyer......

Finally, he stood up and grasped the handle of the gun with his rough hand. Holding the gun, it was as if he had grasped his own destiny again, and he held the 100,000 male soldiers in his chamber. "All these years have passed, but I still can't forget the sight of the end......" he muttered in a deep voice, like a king stepping into battle.

The door, which had been closed, opened, and a man with the rank of lieutenant general gave a fierce glance at a military salute, his face resolute, like a piece of cold iron. And behind the men, there is an army that is already fully armed.

"Tsunoda, this time...... How many of us are there? He asked lightly, his grim gaze swept over the soldiers with straight faces, they were all veterans of the ground war on the first star of Gadari, and they were subordinates who had followed him for many years. Most of them should have stayed at home, quietly waiting for the end of the war, waiting for the end of their lives. But once again they answered his call, gathered together under his command, and died for the United States of their dreams, for the general in whom they believed.

"Two hundred and seventy-two," Kakuji Tsunoda replied in a deep voice, his iron voice with a hint of amazement, "I'm sorry General, it's impossible for us to gather more people......"

"There's nothing to be sorry for, two hundred and seventy-two, forty-six more than when we destroyed the Blue Sea Pearl." Moen smiled silently, interrupting his old men. The soldiers, who were no longer young, stood straight in front of him, their eyes shining with the same determination and determination as they had been eighteen years earlier.

"The country is no longer the Gadari of the past......" After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice was unprecedented majesty and coldness, "The power of the chaebol has long penetrated into the foundation of this country and infiltrated every corner of Gadari society. I can tell each and every one of you clearly that in a war with such a vast capitalist empire, you will not win, you will be declared a rebel, and your family and friends will live the rest of their lives with deep shame. And what you have gained by sacrificing all this may only be to tell this country that is being devoured by capital, that even today there is such a group of people, who can give everything without hesitation for the sake of faith, for the ethereal thing called the Motherland, that you are only a sacrifice to step on the altar of national revival, and you will not even know if your sacrifice will reawaken the United States that is sliding into the abyss! Even so, will you follow me, raise the banner of rebellion, and set foot on this altar of blood and fire? ”

Moen. After he had finished speaking, he did not stop, he clenched the gun in his hand and passed through the neat phalanx, and without looking back, he strode towards the city shrouded in the distant lights, towards his fate. Behind his back, all the people pursed their lips and did not answer his questions. The vast wilderness seemed to be shrouded in magic, and the silent soldiers saluted their general in unison, and then followed him to the battlefield from which there was no turning back.

"How are you? It's been so many years, and they still won't let me go...... Could it be that you are on me? In the somewhat dimly lit bar on the "Yin Chen" space station, the witch in a long dress finally said jokingly with a teasing smile. It's just that the person sitting across from her is not a knight, but Akron, a former spy of the Galent Federation. Collins.

The man as keen as a falcon leaned back in his chair quietly, staring indifferently at the aroma of wine wafting in front of him, and even had a seemingly casual smile on his face. "Yes, I'm on you." He stared at her green eyes for a long time, and finally tapped his wine glass and said slowly. Without warning and defense, the man suddenly launched a surprise attack, as if he had broken his opponent's psychological defenses countless times. Even a woman who has been playing with people's hearts for a long time like falling out of favor was caught off guard for a while. Her beautiful face froze in mid-air, not knowing what was hidden in the man's words.

Far away from the dim free port of civilization, people with different purposes gathered in the shadow of the starport, the blades under their clothes had long smelled of iron, but they had not yet distinguished friend and foe, so the cold blades could not kiss the burning blood. Fall from grace smiled wryly and removed the glass. She saw the glint in Collins' eyes and the gun in his hand. "Do you want to accompany me against almost the whole world...... What a stupid fool. ”

"And I'...... I prefer to call this attachment. "Akron. Collins smiled nonchalantly, pulling his shiny matching gun from under his worn jacket. He knew that he was just an ordinary person struggling to find the truth in the shadows, and even if he had a gun in his hand, he would not be a match for the Grim Reapers. But the truth of the outbreak of the war of the Gironte-Gadari was before his eyes, and the woman finally sat quietly opposite her, no longer shrouded in that hazy veil, no longer chuckling, and disappeared into the dark night like a cat.

It was undeniable that he had been attracted to this woman, even though he knew how deadly such confusion could be.

The witch of Yin Chen suddenly laughed, and she stood up, facing the fierce-eyed man, facing the impending fate that surrounded her.

"Don't you want to ask me that answer?" After a while, Fall from Grace asked softly, her voice not high, as if she were asking Collins alone, and as if she were asking everyone present. The enchanting disguise that she had always worn on her face was all gone, replaced by an unprecedented calm and indifference. This enigmatic woman, the eternal shadow of the wave of Gadari's independence, finally walked out of the darkness that sheltered her and into the starlight of history at this moment.

So the men with swords and guns in their hands sat quietly in place, quietly gazing at this woman who had turned an entire era upside down, at her beauty, at her vicissitudes, at her majesty, and at her sorrow.