As Han Xiao was undergoing a trade with Rockfess, dozens of spaceships carrying 200,000 mercenaries sailed toward Planet Sunil.
The star map in the cockpit flickered. As it showed Planet Sunil nearing them, Herlous' mood grew all the more excited. The same rang true for the other Sunil mercenaries.
They themselves were too aware of their civilization's plight. Because of the catastrophe, the casualty rate of their young and middle aged had always remained high, and their partners lived in constant danger. Now, they finally had a ray of hope to solving this problem!
This group of warriors who would sacrifice their lives for their civilization were all extremely touched, grateful to Han Xiao to the point of wanting to cry.
"The day has finally arrived."
Herlous took a deep breath, regaining a calm mood.
Outside the porthole, Planet Sunil seemed to be beckoning them, and the fleet landed quickly on it, as though both sides had collided with each other.
