When the future is full of uncertainty, even a day's time can lead to many events.
When the future is certain, two hundred years are merely tedious repetition.
Two hundred years later, the enormous Red Blade Vanguard Corps returned to the Far Border Star Gate, laden with glory and harvest.
Ren Zhong was piloting an ordinary Shuttle Ship, quickly heading towards the nearby Wangjiang Star.
There, he was about to hold his marquis conferment ceremony.
But at this moment, his thoughts were not focused on the marquis title; he was simply gazing quietly at the holographic projection before him.
The projection was a comprehensive briefing of the current Red Blade Clan.
Ninety trillion total population, fifteen trillion active-duty soldiers, fifteen trillion frozen talent pool, twenty thousand Planet Ships, ten million large Warships, fifty million medium-sized Warships.
This is the current Red Blade Clan.
