The perpetual night on Pluto is pure darkness.
Several pitch-black flying devices streaked through the night sky like ghosts, their engines silent, leaving only a few fleeting shadows in the snow, swiftly approaching the direction of the Ice Fort.
Inside the cabin of one of the flying devices, a man wearing black battle armor with dark gold patterns stared into the darkness through the porthole, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, his voice laced with undisguised contempt: "Where did these fools come from? They truly have no idea of the gravity of their actions! Daring to offend our Military Lord, today we'll let the entire Ice Fort be buried with him!"
The others in the cabin, upon hearing this, also began to sneer coldly.
The news of Duan Guangtai and the Xue Dao Battle Group's defeat had just reached them before departure—Duan Guangtai, in their eyes, was nothing more than a failure, unable to even contend with a newly arrived Border Guardian Envoy.
