The fallen Sky Knight was the sky's tears, and with altitude still at hand, he wouldn't give up, Blood and Fire and Iron descended from the heavens, Behold, the heavens were crying! The roaring soul was rising through the sky!!!
After a round of psychological consultations for everyone was already done, the psychological counselor, who didn't play by the rules of Jianghu, actually used hypnotism; naturally, the consultation process was something no one wanted to recall.
When they heard Manager Hanna's explanation, the faces of everyone at Aircrew Base 911 went pale, no one wishing to drag out the darkest, most shameful part of their memories for another round of social death.
But living shamefully was better than dying a good death, and compared to being squashed into a pulp by a Giant Dragon, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.
That Metallic Dragon named Yilan, looking innocent and carefree, was clearly a Grim Reaper lying in wait, ready to burst forth and claim lives at any moment.
If anyone truly treated the Dragon of Slaughter as an innocent, carefree creature, their graves would likely be grown over with grass three feet tall.
"Not again!"