They saw their enemy go mad like a demon, screaming through the loudspeaker and cutting their comrade in two.

They saw their comrade waving his magic sword, he behaved even more like a demon than the enemy.

They heard their own hoarse screams when they felt that their eyes had become blurry because of the blood in their eyes.

They felt very deeply for those wars that would kill people hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

What was happening now was like a real war.

Yes, it was this bloody thing. The magic sabers cut through the chest of the heavy armor and ignited everything in the air. This was a real war.

In the beginning, before everything starts, there would be nothing but fear, but in the middle, as everyone around them started killing enemies, there would be a trace of perverted excitement.

However, by the time they reached the end, everyone seemed to have their nerves cut off. They had no intuition at all. They only had the instinct to press the launch button mechanically and wave the magic blade.

Rows and rows of heavy armor quickly collided with each other. Then, they quickly fell into the silent wilderness, filling up the ravines in the wilderness bit by bit.

Even in such a vast wilderness, the smell of blood was strong, and it was a burning, pungent odor.

It also surpassed the smell of the laser explosion, emerging from the ground and spreading in the air.

The dry air in the Holy City of Beauty had become moist.

Suddenly, everyone felt a burst of pain in their eyes, and there were many strong lights.

The light was as bright as the stars, shining from the sky.

The people could not help but put their hands together, thinking that it was a divine manifestation.

Yes, to the people of Casa, they were the gods of salvation.

But to the people of the Grizzly Pirates, they were devils.

Countless white lights poured down from the empire, in the direction that these white lights went.

Without a doubt, it was the Grizzly Pirates.

Before they could even make a sound, the heavy armor and the empire's fighter jets that were hit by the white light were disintegrated into the most primitive particles.

At this moment, all the craziness came to an abrupt end, and everyone stopped.

No one panicked, nor did anyone wail. Everyone from the Grizzly Pirates floated calmly in the air, as if the most devout Christians were waiting for the call of God and waiting for the white light to turn them into the most primitive part of the empire.

Zha Mu released the control handle, smiled faintly, and muttered to himself softly, "Brother, this must be fate."

In the distant empire, there was a person who grabbed his face with both hands. It was as if he wanted to smash his face.

His entire body twisted into a ball, and he could not stop trembling.

His waist was somewhat sickly hunched because he wanted to suppress the strong emotions that erupted from every cell.

This person was none other than Zacken, who Arthur had personally sent to the armored carriage.

A few minutes ago, he had just arrived at Port 3. He had wanted to lead the team from there.

However, before he could land, Port 3 suddenly exploded violently.

With such an explosion, the entire port became chaotic.

The well-organized team of Grizzly Pirates, whose members had been hiding in the vicinity, suddenly became a pile of loose sand.

Looking at the fire that filled the sky, Zac felt a chill down his spine. He knew that this was not the only place that had such an explosion.

As expected, as if to confirm his deduction, the other two ports emitted a blinding light in less than five seconds.

It was a light that could only be emitted by an explosion on the level of a nuclear bomb.

At that time, Zacken's first reaction was to immediately save his brother.

Just as he was about to turn the homing device and fly towards the gathering place of the Grizzly Pirates, Morton stopped him.

"Get out of the way," Zacken shouted at Morton with red eyes.

"No."

Morton looked directly at Zacken, his eyes still filled with determination.

"I beg you, I have nothing left...the fleet is completely finished, the Grizzly Pirates are also completely finished...I have nothing left, I only have him as my brother...I beg you, let me save my brother."

"Even if you can dodge the air and ground attacks that are so dense that not even a fly can fly past, you can still run nearly 10,000 kilometers to your brother's gathering place. Do you think it's possible for you to find your brother among the millions of rebels in just a few minutes?"

Morton's retort was still very reasonable. Even Morton himself found it unbelievable that he could still maintain such a calm state at this time.

"I don't care, I don't care. I want to save my brother."

Even though his IQ had dropped to the lowest point of his life due to his emotional agitation, Zacken was still fully aware that what Morton said was right.

But like all gamblers who had lost everything, Zacken was completely unwilling to face reality.

He shook his head desperately, and his limbs swayed violently along with his body. His mouth was mumbling loudly.

"Don't be so willful...What you're doing will only make everyone's sacrifice meaningless."

As Morton spoke, he extended his hand to control the guiding device.

"You coward...Coward!"

Zacken pounced forward, trying to take back the control of the guiding device.

"You're saying this because the one who was sacrificed wasn't your brother."

It was good that he didn't say this. Once he said it, it was like a tiny spark had landed on a huge explosives warehouse.

The emotions that Morton had been suppressing all this time finally exploded violently.

Although he was tall, he had always been polite and refined. At this moment, it was as if he was possessed by a devil. His entire person was filled with a violent temperament.

He first swung his arms forcefully, knocking Zacken out of the air. Then, he took a step forward, lifted Zacken up with both hands, and smashed him fiercely against the wall.

Zacken's entire body seemed to have been smashed into pieces. He felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he almost lost his basic consciousness.

When he passed through this painful moment and looked at Morton's eyes, which were about to burst out, Zacken suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

He was extremely confident that Morton would kill him soon.

"Who was the person who personally sent you to the carriage a few minutes ago?"

Two streams of hot tears silently seeped out from the corners of Morton's eyes. They crawled down his face with difficulty.

Morton's body trembled violently with excitement, and little by little, his hands reached Zacken.

As if he had received a rapid healing, Zacken's emotions quickly cooled.