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Sky Shadow only cared about body transplantation, well, that was easy to handle, there was no time for a handshake, and Maraca said goodbye hurriedly as Blade Warrior caught the transporter and fled into the high sky without turning his head back.

He had gotten the crystal he wanted, and staying on satellite eight would have only increased the danger, for he had no thoughts of sacrificing himself for his country.

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The morning sun in Mardis was particularly warm, and the cool summer breeze swept over the century meadow, turning the green fields gold, with patches of red and purple leaves, a season of cultivation where diligent farmers started their busy day with their tools and private cars, an image of thriving prosperity.

The so-called roads lead through the fields, where the Flame Legion sentries often saw private vehicles speeding past, their occupants waving energetically to the soldiers, the brave soldiers who allowed people to live peaceful lives, defending their last sanctuary with their lives.

Apophis had been quite down lately, often coming out alone to clear his mind, where he once would have smiled at this scene, now his stiff and numb face was too heavy, unable to crack a smile,

It had been quite some days since he had received the legion commander's news, and John had yet to return, a situation that weighed on him like a mountain, suffocating him.

In the morning's communication, Apophis learned that John would return by noon, so he waited silently at the elevator…

During this short yet long process, dozens of light spots silently appeared on the horizon, and within minutes, continuous roaring drowned out all other sounds, spirited soldiers stepped out of the elevator one after another, some with arms over shoulders, others laughing and chatting, having narrowly escaped peril and successfully thwarted the exploration efforts of various nations.

Leading them was the veteran Old Gunpowder, "Yo, isn't this our young leader Apophis, why the gloomy face while coming to greet us personally?"

"Heh, welcome back in triumph, welcome, welcome."

Apophis forced a smile and exchanged brief greetings with the officers, and soon he saw John then pulled him aside, lowering his voice, "Deputy Commander, there's something I'd like to discuss with you…"

"What's this mystery about? This doesn't sound like you at all."

"Before that, you'd better prepare yourself mentally."

John's expression turned grave, "What's going on?"

"In fact, it's, haha… it's nothing much, remember the last proposal from the Legion Commander? He wanted you to take over the Flame Legion, he gave me a firm order two days ago."

"That's all?" John looked at Apophis weirdly and shook his head, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Hehe, no, that order has been weighing on my mind for several days now."

"Pff, making a big fuss over nothing, I'll have to criticize you if you turns matters this trivial into a mystery again." John said and walked away towards the camp without looking back…

Watching his figure gradually disappear, Apophis' conflicted heart truly didn't know how to broach the topic, the Deputy Commander had just returned from battle and hadn't rested yet, wasn't it inappropriate to talk about it now?

Indeed, before John came back, he had been looking forward to seeing him soon, but now that the moment had come, he didn't know how to explain himself.

In terms of affection, John and the Legion Commander's bond was far deeper than his own; many years ago, they had fought side by side in the same trench, through life and death, fighting countless battles, and John's connection with the Legion Commander was more than just about fighting—the Commander came to Mardis alone as the Special Envoy and captured Vivian with his intellect, liberating the resistance from desperate straits, restoring local peace, giving everyone homes again and the treatment of federal citizens, to some extent, Feng Yi was indeed a faith to these people.

Once the matter was brought up, John might not be able to bear it!

And it wasn't just Mardis that was simple, could it be that Icebird planet hadn't flourished under the commander's initiatives, bringing unprecedented changes to the local living standards and allowing the criminals of the fringe planets to be brought to justice, ensuring the local Ancient Martial Arts schools weren't oppressed by foreigners.

But, how should he even begin to say it! Apophis suddenly punched the ground!

After repeated psychological struggles, he finally decided in the afternoon to courageously knock on John's door…

"Reporting."

"Come in."

"It's me, Apophis, Deputy Commander."

"Sit down, what is it you want?"

"That... it's about the matter from this morning."

John's gaze was sharp, already seeing the worry on Apophis' face, indeed, by morning he had vaguely sensed Apophis was hiding something from him, John said, "Just say what it is, it's just the two of us here."

"This is something you might not be able to accept, so again, prepare yourself mentally."

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, who knows what Apophis wanted to say, but the Flame Legion had fought all sorts of battles, and to them, life and death were but matters of light banter.

Apophis hesitated for a moment, again urging John to prepare himself mentally before he spoke in a weighty yet very calm voice, "The Legion Commander has passed away."

"You, what did you say?" John seemed not to have heard clearly, and almost like comforting himself, suddenly stood up, "Say that again."

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