Within endless space.
A giant sailboat appeared.
"Four more World Layers on the left head"
"Direction confirmed"
"Approaching warzone"
"Sending out identity verification"
"Waiting!"
A few moments later, hurried footsteps could be heard from the deck of the ship.
The footsteps continued all the way until it reached the captain's room.
"Report, Chairman! The frontline has confirmed our identity and requested us to immediately engage in battle!"
An old man with a long white beard stood with his back to the one reporting and muttered: "So urgently? It seems the war situation is quite severe"
Next to him, a few other robed old men stood exchanging glances, sensing the worry in each other's eyes.
Someone asked in confusion: "Over a few hundred different organizations and empires had jointly participated in the allied army, why is the war situation still this fierce?"
