The Final War

Soon a month passed, and the originally leisurely mood turned into worry. 

"Maximus still hasn't returned?" Denice muttered with concern.

She no longer cared about the wedding.

Now, Denice only wished Maximus could come back quickly.

"There is still no news..." Erica replied with worry.

"What about the Arcane Continent?'

"Have you contacted the relevant departments?" Denice asked in panic.

"We already have, but now new was found."

"However, we were informed that Maximus' contact signal suddenly disappeared exactly a month ago," Erica replied.

"The same time the puppets attacked us?!" Denice exclaimed.

Suddenly, a light dawned upon them. 

For this month, millions of puppets had still been grinding against the defensive barrier of the Empire.

Although these Tier 8 puppets were no match for the Empire's forces, their sheer number still put pressure on them.