At this moment, on the Moon, amidst the vast expanse of space, as the orbits converge, the Mitra and Liberty Goddess space stations meet once again in this desolate void after six months.
Even when closest, they are over two hundred kilometers apart.
As their armor opened and gradually moved closer, everyone's expressions turned excited, as if welcoming a war.
Indeed, it was a war, no mistake...
When the scene from the opposite cabin window projected before Huai Shi, he was utterly stunned.
Hundreds of burly men, their faces painted, hair either tied or shaved, baring their upper bodies adorned with countless fierce body paintings and hair.
Holding mop sticks or spears and battle axes temporarily made from steel, their eyes wide with fury, led by the foreman at the front, they roared angrily at the Romans on the opposite space station.
The telecommunications signals from space delivered that thunderous sound without any reservation.
