He needed to see everyone's resolve to leave no way out.
In the face of this matter, a loss of a few hundred million was nothing.
At that moment.
One soldier after another jumped from the God Wanderer with parachute packs on their backs, and hundreds of soldiers from the floating ship lined up, jumping out like dumplings dropping into a pot.
They were well aware that in the face of missiles of this caliber,
there was no emergency plan, no way to intercept; parachuting offered a chance of survival, but staying guaranteed death.
"The time has come," soldiers from the Faceless Army stood up, watching from afar as the God Wanderer approached them.
They put on their sunglasses.
A missile, like a meteor from the heavens, streaked across the sky with a long fiery tail, under the guidance of precise locking-type navigation, in everyone's sight, with an undeniable, irresistible attitude.
Instantly piercing through the God Wanderer!
