"Today, I am the new leader of the Saints of this universe."
Xin Tu watched everyone's discussion and thought to herself, "I have actually come this far... Master, in the end, you still disposed of us like worn-out tools."
A trace of complexity swept across her gaze as she looked at the newly formed world spread across the sky. That Creator God sculpted universes and heavens, bringing her back to those war-torn billion-year-old memories.
"What's your name?" A cold, supreme gaze descended.
"Number 170."
"Very well, now it's your turn. You've reached this point; you have no name. You live only as a code. Your mission is to fight on the front lines. This war is nearing its end, and you cannot disappoint the hopes of the Saint predecessors."
Very fortunate.
A group of children like them eventually survived.
But in the end, their cohort of six Saints still triumphed on the blood-soaked battlefield.
