“Ah…”0

Giorgetto von Posteriore gasped in despair after seeing the Marchioni Empire’s insignia in the night sky. Adding to his despair, even the Empire’s Eye was already floating in the sky directly above him.0

He was so overwhelmed by despair that he could not even order his men to shoot down the Empire’s Eye.0

What was the point of destroying the Empire’s Eye? The warp gate would soon be completed, and the empire’s elite forces would rush out from it in less than five minutes.0

To make matters worse, he had already lost the main battle, so this battle was already as good as over.0

The three-hundred-thousand rebel army he had led was reduced to nothing but fifty thousand. Even the fifty thousand remaining troops were scattered all over the place, desperately fleeing for their lives.0

In other words, not even an ember of hope remained for him.0

“Haha… Hahaha! Bwahahaha!”0

Giorgetto’s crazed laughter reverberated in the night sky.0

“All you gods! Why have you forsaken me?! Do you loathe this Giorgetto von Posteriore so much? Why are you stopping this Giorgetto, the rightful owner of the Marchioni Empire, from reclaiming what’s mine?!”0

In the end, Giorgetto cried out, directing his...0