Chen Lun stood quietly on the banks of the Benavides River, his eyes reflecting the ripples of water.
He slowly lowered his hand and thought to himself,
'The most critical element in the Battle of the Hercules Bridgehead Fortress was the explosives the Anlong United Kingdom had buried in advance... Indeed, according to the feedback from Decay's Desire, there were a significant amount of explosives, but now they were in a 'decayed state', unable to detonate.'
Chen Lun let out a deep breath and turned to leave.
However, at that moment, his mind involuntarily conjured a thought of compassion for humanity:
'Why do humans slaughter their own kind? Why research various weapons and tools for the sake of killing... like flintlock guns, cannons, and the explosives buried under the bridgehead fortress? Is the massacre of one's own species really the only way for human progress?'
A silent sorrow flashed through Chen Lun's eyes.
