Mu Shiyu looked down from the helicopter, the ancient mountain peak lay lifeless like a grave, with millennia-old trees and lush vegetation all withered and dead. Countless dry bones knelt on the rugged mountain path, and the swastika-shaped alchemy matrix still retained residual warmth, as if it had been burned by high-temperature flames.
She picked up her phone and logged into the Deep Space Network, coldly saying, "Deep Space Headquarters, do you read? Is there anyone still alive in the Judgement Court? I need to gather an army in the shortest time possible."
After a long silence, Nie, the Deacon's voice came through the communication channel: "Miss, there's no one left at headquarters."
