The moment the seemingly earnest words fell, a guttural "gurgle" of derisive laughter came over the radio waves, carrying an indescribable aura that seemed to incite taboo acts, like a devil that was dark and mysterious.
"How about it? After a life-and-death retreat battle, defeating the enemy's ace elite troops, and achieving a victory you can be proud of, just when you relax and prepare to return to the barracks to ease your nerves, ready for the upcoming battle, you encounter an unprecedentedly strong enemy and suffer annihilation, leaving the world with regret and despair—the rollercoaster of a tragic and magnificent script. As a final performance in life, is it not enough to satisfy you all?"
"So that's how it is, the tank troops were just a distraction, you were responsible for the final blow."
"Not bad, Holy Maiden, you saw right through it."
The devil smacked its lips in what seemed to be a pleased mood, then adopted a tone of great regret.
