Directly in front of the Rebel Army supply stronghold, the Knightmare with a tiger head on its chest had been split in two, its left and right halves lying on the ground and constantly spitting sparks and black smoke. Small explosions erupted from time to time. Several kilometers away from the bisected tiger-headed machine, another wrecked Knightmare, its shape completely unrecognizable, was also billowing black smoke from the ground. Only the shattered shield fragments scattered around it seemed to reveal the identity of the second machine.
Xiao Ran sat calmly in Soul Reaver's cockpit, watching the chaos within the stronghold through the screen, as well as rows upon rows of various vehicles, KFs, and machines not belonging to this world retreating into the distance and gradually vanishing from view. Yet he kept Soul Reaver stationed outside the stronghold, showing no intention whatsoever of stepping inside. He simply watched as everyone within the stronghold fled at speed, retreating completely without offering even the slightest resistance.
He did not pursue them. He merely watched the entire process without making a single move. Xiao Ran had no interest in piloting his machine forward to carry out a massacre against fleeing people who had no power to resist him, perhaps even unarmed. In truth, these people did not even count as his enemies, so he had no intention of wiping out the retreating force. Only after they had completely disappeared from sight did Xiao Ran place his hands back on the controls and guide the machine slowly into the stronghold. Ten minutes later, he left behind a sea of flames and took off once more, returning to the main garrison base in Area 11.
Before Soul Reaver had even landed, countless people at the base had gathered in a circle on the open ground,