When Wei Wangyue was pushed into the tide of tens of thousands of corpses by his beloved, everyone was waiting for him to scream - but he smiled. No one knew that his breathing had long been synchronized with the underground factories of this ruined city, and industrial codes were rushing through every vein. Did the betrayers think they were throwing away burdens? No, they returned their king to the throne with their own hands. When the first Titan-class mechanical armor tears apart the earth's crust, and when a hundred thousand silent missile silos turn collectively, the real fear of the end begins. And I am a mechanical natural disaster.
