When Luo Yan left the garden at the top of the tower, his face still wore that composed and gentle smile, as if he had greatly benefited from the previous conversation.
However, as he descended the spiral staircase to the lower levels alone, his back was already soaked in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Unseen, he raised his hand to wipe away the coolness seeping from the corner of his forehead, but the storm in his heart could not calm for a long time.
If the Holy City is the soul of the Imperial, the flame that condenses the faith and glory of the Old World, then the High Tower beneath his feet is the brain of the Imperial, the crystallization of the minds of all Humans and even the Alien Races on the Aus Continent.
And now, the plague from the Void had actually spread to its summit...
"Youyou, we may have underestimated the Imperial."
Taking a deep breath, Luo Yan spoke with a voice only he and Youyou could hear.
