Chapter 820 - 382: Immortal Resurrection
In the command center, dim lights reflected off the metal walls, and the air was filled with tension. Rousseau stood in front of the map, his furrowed brow relaxing slightly as he heard the sound of the door unlocking.
Sasha pushed the door open, and upon seeing the return of their military leader, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.
The female colonel’s combat uniform was covered with dust and dried blood, yet her gaze remained unyielding.
"We ultimately arrived too late. The previous Dawn Squad and the survivors there have all perished."
Hearing this, Rousseau’s sorrowful gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he nodded, his tone relieved: "The fortunate thing is that you’re safe. You were missing for almost half a month, and I was nearly despairing... But you look very tired, go rest first, Colonel."
"No, I have to tell you what we saw first..." Sasha shook her head and approached the old scholar.
"You are right, but also wrong. He is our only hope, but he is not the envoy of the God of Dawn..."
Rousseau was somewhat puzzled by her words: "What?"
"That Mr. Leon, he is the master of the God of Dawn..."
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... no dreams.
Lying in bed, Leon opened his eyes. Back in the underground refuge of the survivors, he felt he had the most restful sleep.