Under the dark night, there were an old looking car and truck, as well as two armoured chariots on the road towards the windmill town.

In the black car, Soren crossed his hands between his legs and rested with his eyes closed.

Ever since he had accepted the mission of killing zero, Soren had gone through an entire day of reorganization of the army, then brought this private army of his and set off for Death Ridge. There was a battle message between the White-headed ...