At this moment, the Kingdom's time is nearing noon.
But far beyond the Western Realm in the Alien Machinery City, the sky is just beginning to show a glimmer of light.
Mist envelops the city, the sky still appears dim, yet this city woven from metal and magic power has long been awake.
The morning air still retains the coolness of the night, the magic-guided trains emit a low hum along the tracks, and the streetlights faintly flicker like a heartbeat, sustaining the pulse of the entire city.
'Hey, is this the train that the big-breasted lady mentioned?'
The Depraved Hero glanced over curiously, then let perception silently sweep through the densely packed skyscrapers, gliding through the steel forest.
After witnessing the ultimate battle within the Gate of Heaven, even the usually outspoken Depraved Hero could no longer call the Divine Knowledge Saintess a "puppet on strings."
After all, where would there be a puppet that can shred its manipulator into pieces?
