"I'll blow all these connecting structures to pieces,
and make those bastards pay for every Nameless One who sacrificed themselves!"
From the look of things now,
compared to Ancient Scholar's Qin, Norma was indeed better suited to be a battlefield commander.
She was calm and decisive in killing.
Su Wen felt as though he had cultivated talents somewhat different from what he had expected.
But he had always been a free-spirited person.
Besides, Norma was unlikely to cause any trouble, so he merely added gently:
"As long as you're happy.
Don't worry,
I've got something even bigger waiting for you to blow up later."
Meanwhile,
inside the Star Tower, the battle was far more brutal than anyone had imagined.
Gunfire and explosions rose one after another, deafeningly loud. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The clones charged forward one after another, their bodies becoming living targets that blocked the enemy's fire.
Every gunshot meant a life vanished, yet there was never the slightest trace of retreat in the Nameless Ones' eyes.
But because the first wave of Nameless Ones who had used their lives to stop the gunners died too quickly, the second wave actually changed direction and resolutely filled the gap, shielding their comrades from attack with their lives.
"Their actions weren't under my command."
Joyce said blankly.
She did not know what had happened.
But judging from the facts, perhaps only such sacrifices could buy more of their comrades a chance to escape.
And so,
those clones silently and resolutely filled the vacancy, building a new line of defense with their flesh and blood.
Their movements were swift and coordinated, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.
No one knew what such sacrifices would ultimately bring,