"Tan Ding... truly worthy of being the Empire Sword." Gusta couldn't help but sigh.
The Holy Castle seemed so close, yet in reality, it had nothing to do with them. They could only watch helplessly as it fell into the hands of the Empire, promoting the Empire's prestige.
Anatoli felt quite unwilling, "The Empire's luck is really too good."
"Wasting time..." The Navigator looked up, the meaning unclear, his tone melancholic. The Caster looked at him, puzzled, while Flory felt uneasy and silently stood by.
He understood what the Navigator meant, referring to all that the Pioneers had done, the grand ambition to split the Empire, which was merely a waste of time, without any significance.
Just like how the Holy Revolution Army had suffered severe blows recently, forced into obscurity.
Years of effort vanished with a wave of the Empire's hand. This sense of defeat is indescribable.
However, the Holy Revolution Army had faced this sense of defeat many times, so he quickly adapted,
