The sky above the Wuge Prairie was always clear and pure, but at this moment, streaks of dark shadows abruptly cut across it.
——They were the Aviation Corps of the Ashen Empire, a special military unit composed of wyverns clad in "Skyfire" armor.
Through the intercom came Singo's cheerful voice: "Mantou, you better be careful this time. Don't turn into crispy Mantou again."
Upon hearing this, the other Wyvern Knights burst out laughing.
"Mantou, how much experience did you lose last time you died? Was it ten thousand?"
"Got it, got it."
Mantou's face turned dark, and he responded with irritation.
"What are you all laughing at? If I hadn't given my life to cover the retreat, who knows how many of you would have been slaughtered by that hulking Orc brute."
"Alright, alright, you're the hero among us, sacrificing yourself due to a crash, so let's just call you 'Lao Da,' eh?" Instantly, the intercom was filled with laughter once again.
"You son of a ——"
