The howling night wind lifted the golden hair of the young girl, and in the quiet, desolate square, she gazed at the people in front of her dressed in exoskeleton armor. The crowd was diverse in age, the youngest looking no older than twenty, while the face of the oldest was etched with the lines of years. Vili calmly watched her "comrades" in front of her. Their clothing was not uniform, and their poses with their weapons were not synchronized. But each one of them had emerged from blood and fire, they were the last support of the Twilight Society. The air around was so quiet, so quiet it seemed one could hear the rapid beating of hearts. Vili was not their commander, nor did she have much interaction with these frontline warriors. She needed a speech, a speech that could bridge the gap between her and these warriors. She had thought that at this moment, she would be nervous, bewildered, but when the moment actually arrived, she felt an unprecedented calm. Looking at the people before her, she suddenly understood the feeling her father had while standing at the podium. She took a deep breath, held the decorative dagger at her waist, recalled the revisions that the young man had made to her speech, and slowly began, "The ones standing here, we have all lost our families due to the Eternal Secret Teachings, lost the happy lives we once had. We all remember those most tragic moments, those countless images that echo in our dreams. "Compared to the Esoteric Teachings, we are but insignificant ants, weak, powerless, seemingly unable to shake them in the slightest. "Over the years of the Twilight Society’s existence, even though we did everything we could, the Eternal Secret Teachings kept growing stronger. "Now, they have even taken control of this city, like a colossal curtain hiding everything we can see, gripping us tightly in their hand like a bunch of ants." Hearing her words, some murmurs of unrest moved through the crowd. But Vili did not let these murmurs turn into doubts. She slightly raised her tone and continued, "Yet even ants can bite and leave welts on a person, even the weakest rabbit can leave scratches on the hunter’s hands. "Now, the hand of the Eternal Secret Teachings has clamped down. They have sealed the city gates, controlled the networks, their tendrils have spread throughout the city, "Now, death is right before our eyes. "Even a hunting dog trapped in a cage can let out an angry roar, a fox caught in a trap can still shriek sharply, "Some people die, and they die silently, "Some people die, and the whole night sky can see their brilliance, "Now, this is our only chance, our chance to change everything. Our actions might accomplish nothing, we might die in the first wave of fire, "But the entire city will see that we were here, and if there truly is a realm after death, then our families will also see everything we have done, "If we succeed, no longer will there be new recruits joining us with fresh hatred, "If we fail, our flame will burn on forever. "I can clearly tell you, death is closer to us," The blonde girl suddenly drew the short sword at her waist, two immense pure white mechas appeared behind her, "Life and death are right before you, those willing to follow me, step forward, those who are not, fall back to the rear, time is up, you will be allowed to leave." Silence and tranquility spread under the dim square. After a brief pause, along with the logistics personnel, nearly everyone took that step forward simultaneously. Vili watched the determined figures standing before her, slowly withdrew her hand, and sheathed her dagger, then took a deep breath, her voice slightly breaking as she said, "We will eventually reach the final destination!" One by one, off-road vehicles arrived from the other side of the square, and under the arrangement of the logistics personnel, the warriors boarded them in sequence. Vili stood at the center of the square, watching those Twilight Society warriors board the vehicles, and slowly let out a sigh of relief. She gently tapped the miniature walkie-talkie embedded in her ear. The hoarse voice of a young boy rang out. The girl’s chest slightly fell, tightening her breath along with it. "But overall, it’s not bad." The voice echoed again. The girl’s unimposing chest returned to normal, "Can you speak without panting so heavily?" "The key to a speech isn’t in using profound arguments, but in letting those who listen to you know that you stand with them," the calm voice of the boy spoke slowly, then he paused before continuing, "You’ve grown up a lot." "Can you stop sounding so old-enough-to-be-wizened?" Vili glanced around and realized no one was watching. She then pursed her lips slightly, "Technically, I am the older sister." No sound came from the walkie-talkie anymore. Vili lifted her head, glancing at the two immense pure white Mechas behind her. She wasn’t sure if she could make it back alive. But as the boy had said after revising the speech, the most humble life should let the world see its roar. That guy might really be ’K’. "So, we came here because?" Lena looked up at the towering factory buildings around. The nearby roads had almost no streetlights, but the road’s intactness was better than other areas of Novite District, suggesting that hardly any vehicles came this way. The rumbling noise of machinery resounded in the tranquil night, filling the air with fundamental noise. But the noisy tumult, on these deserted streets, seemed to reveal a trace of something illogically eerie. "There’s no one in the security booth either." Lena reached a nearby booth and peered inside, "Strange, don’t the factories around here have security personnel?" She continued forward, following the young man’s figure, while constantly scanning her surroundings. The giant machinery in the factory still roared, but not a single person was visible on the calm streets, no security personnel were on duty in the factory buildings, and not a single shadow crossed behind the brightly lit windows. The two walked on for about several more minutes, the sense of weirdness intensifying around them. Lena looked up at the dark, forbidding street ahead, "Isn’t there even a bus route here?" To maximize the operational efficiency of driverless buses, the factory work shifts in Novite District were scheduled at different times for morning, afternoon, and evening, regionally staggered. This allowed staggered downtime for different areas, thus the driverless buses ran nearly 24 hours a day. Moreover, the operational routes of these buses often intersected and overlapped, so encountering a bus loaded with workers on the streets of Novite District was a normal occurrence. But as they walked, it seemed that no buses had been encountered. Thinking about this, Lena looked back at the street they had come from, "By the way, where did we enter this place from?" She carefully only remembered following the youth’s steps, turning into a "dark alley" that hardly attracted any attention, and then it seemed as if she had suddenly entered this area. She looked around again. The surrounding factory buildings were almost indistinguishable from those constantly repeating in the Novite District, but she always felt this block was particularly foreign. Here, it seemed to be a block in the Novite District that she had never visited; she hadn’t even seen detailed information about this block. But that seemed impossible, as one of the most well-informed people in Wint City, even if the Novite District and the Cloud District weren’t within her scope of power, she couldn’t access the most secretive data, but she couldn’t have never seen the place. She turned around and looked at the youth in front draped in a hooded robe. The youth continued walking forward calmly, without any pause. The two walked on for a while, and suddenly some "new" things appeared in their field of view. There were small "transport vehicles". These transport vehicles were operating on the quiet streets without anyone in the driver’s seat, entirely controlled by the main computer. Lena raised her hand and glanced at her bracelet; there was still no signal. These autonomous vehicles must be connected through some kind of encrypted local network. The youth walking in front gently lifted his head, watched the largest group of these transport vehicles, and quickly followed. The transport vehicles weren’t carrying much load and weren’t moving fast, so the two quickly caught up with them and followed their "steps" to a deep street. A massive building appeared in front of them, similar in height to the surrounding buildings but much wider and deeper. Every window of the tall building was lit, casting a blood-colored glow. A horrifying intangible pressure leaked from this massive building. Lena stared blankly at the towering buildings. Meanwhile, the transport vehicles in front of them stopped, arriving at a small ’metal platform’ in front of the building. As the vehicles parked properly, the metal platform slowly split to the sides, revealing a deep, black, downward "extending" metal chute. At the same time, the rear doors of the vehicles slowly opened, depositing clumps of bright red substances into the dark chute. Lena watched the scene, "Artificial meat? So much artificial meat?" As they observed, more vehicles parked slowly, continuously dumping fresh red meat chunks into the chute. As Lena was somewhat distracted, the youth beside her suddenly looked at the building’s glass doors and spoke. Lena nodded and walked with the youth to the closed glass door. She knocked on the glass. It was very hard, seemingly specially reinforced glass, possibly even bulletproof. But this was no problem for a C-level Transcendent; she stepped back and charged forward. With a loud noise, the entire glass shattered. The shards fell on the polished floor tiles behind them. Lena stepped forward, kicked the fragments aside, and looked at the scene inside. The youth behind her also walked in. They both looked up around and walked to the elevator hall. Then the youth directly pressed the button for the top floor. The building’s elevator was still operating normally. But as they ascended, the elevator shaft resounded with slippery noises that seemed like muscles stretching, or perhaps beasts chewing and tearing. Soon the elevator reached the top floor. Lena quickly rushed out of the elevator. The corridor outside the elevator was bright and silent; then, she turned back to see the youth behind her looking up at her, She quickly coughed twice, "I was just checking if it was safe." "Don’t be afraid, there are no ghosts in this elevator." The youth passed quietly by her, his low voice echoing in the corridor. The redhead covered her face slightly and quickly followed the youth’s steps. The top floor of the building was still a factory workshop, the rumbling of machinery echoed in every corner. The youth approached a relatively large factory workshop door, grabbed the handle, paused briefly, then twisted the handle, opening the workshop door. A rich, twisted smell of blood instantly spread from inside, and the youth stiffened slightly. The redhead standing behind him peered curiously into the workshop. Continuous production lines roared, bloody light poured from the top of the workshop, casting over the blood-red space. Apart from the still-running machines, every inch of the workshop’s walls was covered in bright red flesh, which formed a thin film obscuring the bright lights, tinting every bit of light passing through this flesh vivid red. Among these writhing flesh, indistinguishable bright red figures bustled nonstop in front of the roaring machines. These figures were connected to the flesh covering the entire workshop, seeming to have "grown" straight out of it. Their lower bodies were tightly connected to the flesh beneath them; each time they moved, it was the wriggling flesh carrying them. Soon, a figure left the machines, turned around, and walked toward the direction of the workshop door where they stood. Seeing this, Lena stiffened slightly, instinctively pulling out a black dagger. But the figure didn’t actually approach the workshop door; it only walked halfway before melting in front of them like a snowman under the blistering sun, blending into the surrounding flesh. Simultaneously, a new figure "wriggled" out from that flesh, taking the place of the previous figure. The roaring machines never ceased, and the working figures never stopped. "What...what is this?" The redhead gaped at everything, gripping the black dagger tightly, her voice trembling slightly. This time, the youth standing in front of her answered her question, his voice calm and deep, "the Eternal Divine Nation." Footsteps mixed with the machinery’s rumble, resounding from the depths of the corridor.