When dawn arrived on the second day, what awaited the people of the Imperial Capital was a city half-destroyed.
The mechanical creations polluted by code crumbled into dust with the fall of the silvery-white sun, which directly resulted in the loss of nearly a third of the buildings in the Imperial Capital overnight. Of course, this also included a large number of Imperial Army members and ordinary residents who died or were assimilated when the mechanical creations descended.
Nevertheless, the survivors who fled into the slums lived through this catastrophe.
Not everyone was celebrating their survival; many who stayed up all night looked at the devastated land with mixed feelings.
Henry VI has died, and the "god" of this world has also fallen.
"No, no, no, it shouldn't be like this!"
