Chapter 1073 - 385: Only by Living Can You See the Scenery You Want!

Upon hearing this, Hua Jing turned her head.

Her gaze seemed to be firmly caught by a magnet, fixated on the forefront of the square.

On that figure suspended in the air.

Chu Kuanglan’s towering physique floated several meters above the ground, unsupported by anything, solely lifted by the majestic Qi and Blood Power.

His specially-made heavy combat suit was open.

Revealing the iron-like knots of muscle and tangled bandages within.

Both hands rested on that ridiculously large Door Board Giant Sword, its tip slanted towards the ground.

The sunlight shone on his chiseled, resolute face, also catching his short hair like steel needles.

At this moment, he was scanning the vast, dark crowd below with blazing eyes.

His gaze filled with a proud scrutiny and a hint of barely noticeable confusion?

He didn’t actually know why such an act suddenly occurred...

The original plan was not to have a departure ceremony.

A quick interview, then set off directly.

Even Banmeng didn’t pull this kind of sudden surprise...

Chu Kuanglan grumbled inwardly.

But his face remained as tense as a steel plate, striving to maintain the dignity of one of the leading generals.

His appearance was like lighting a fuse.

The gazes of more than thirty thousand soldiers below instantly focused on him.

"Yes, I see it."

Hua Jing softly replied, her voice almost inaudible.

A blush quietly crept onto her cheeks, and she stared adoringly at that God of War-like figure in the air, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Anxiety, pride, affection, and a touch of impending separation.

Complex emotions churned within her heart.

One big reason why she chose to become a war correspondent.

Was to be a little closer to him.

To witness his heroic combat posture firsthand, even though it’s very dangerous.

Seeing this, Aline approached Hua Jing’s ear with an almost despairing attitude, whispering in a persuasive, conversion-like tone, "I’m telling you, just marry him. Really, why be a war correspondent, why go to the battlefield? Staying with such a strong man isn’t better than risking your life on the ice plains?"

Before she finished speaking...

The synchronized, thunderous footsteps resounded throughout the sunken square.

Not the roar of vehicles starting up, nor the clang of collective sword drawing.

That sound was caused by all thirty thousand fully-armed Dawn Warriors, taking their first step at the same moment.

The sound of tens of thousands of combat boots stomping heavily on the alloy ground merged together.

Like a giant’s heartbeat, pounding on the heart of every bystander.

The unified starlight-colored combat suits shimmered faintly under the dawn, the hundreds of neatly marching teams began to move slowly like a flood of steel.

They turned in unison from facing away from the journalist entrance.

Solders lined up...

Stars flowing.

If it weren’t for the weapons in their hands being inconsistent, the hairstyles on their heads couldn’t be unified.

This team formed by City of Injustice volunteers.

Now appears almost as disciplined and efficient as the Federation’s most elite regular army.

Moreover, for the moment, this Dawn Army is undoubtedly still the strongest individual combat force and richest in battle experience, with the wildest combat determination in the entire human camp.

Because this force is composed of the core backbone brought from City of Injustice and the volunteers who joined later.

A full thirty thousand.

All are battle-hardened Tier Two elites.

The reporters finally got the deployment ceremony scene they wanted.

But the aura emitted by this army was vastly different from the enthusiastic, tragic spirit expected of a Federation army.

Typically, when the Federation’s different armies depart to slay the Life Ghosts.

The onlookers would see Life Ghosts as terrifying enemies, yet the expressions on warriors’ faces often showed resolute courage and a sense of duty in defending national security.

Making people feel respect and hope.

But the ones from Dawn gave the on-site reporters.

An impression more ferocious and frightening than the menacing Life Ghosts.

They didn’t need to deliberately appear determined and brave, because just standing there, marching silently, they naturally exuded an aura of death to adversaries.

In their eyes, there was no fear.

Only a desire for battle and indifference towards the enemy.

They were Fang Qingyu’s soldiers.

Those who dared to build a city under the gaze of the Life Ghosts and take proactive action to pierce through the dark, Dawn.

"Clang——!"

A piercing metallic sound suddenly exploded.

Chu Kuanglan abruptly drew the Giant Sword.

The heavy blade cut a dazzling arc under the sunlight.

He took a deep breath, his chest inflating like a bellows, muscles tightly coiled.

The next moment, a thunderous roar burst from deep within his throat.

Instantly overshadowing the footsteps of thirty thousand, echoing across the entire square.

Even penetrating the Dawn Passage above, resonating over the City of Dawn.

"Depart——"

With a boom——

The thunderous footsteps instantly commenced.

Everyone’s steps boomed forward, striding toward the gates and passages ahead.

Rows of silent teams, treading on the starlit ground, walked towards the dawn breaking through the haze.

Unhesitatingly surging toward that open passage.

Onward into battle!

Just like that, the army of the City of Dawn, a full thirty thousand strong.

Set off on their campaign, a few minutes earlier than planned.

About half an hour later.

The reporters, bearing their long and short weapons, closely followed the pace of the main force.