The Heart of Steel floated above the clouds as a Viper transport drifted in from afar, throttled back its plasma engine plumes, and came to a steady stop on the steel-plated deck.
Four men in gray robes were escorted out of the Viper's cabin by four players clad in exoskeletons.
One of them had suffered a gunshot wound to his left leg, hastily wrapped in bandages, and limped as he walked. The other three had not been shot, but their filthy, bedraggled appearances made it clear they had suffered plenty as well.
But no one here would sympathize with them.
They were all apostles of the Torch Church.
Or rather, war criminals.
In just a few short hours, at least ten thousand survivors had directly or indirectly died due to the interference of the psychic interference device's Band 03.
Countless more had suffered mental breakdowns.
Around twenty soldiers from the Guards Corps had been waiting beside the landing pad for some time.
Seeing those heavily armed soldiers, Yule, standing in the middle of the group, turned slightly pale.
He was the head of the Pinecone Farm parish and also the director of the Band 03 research. If he was captured, the Tribunal definitely would not simply leave him alone.
Yet, looking at these people and the airship beneath his feet, he seriously doubted whether the Tribunal even had the ability to get him out.
"An antigravity device... You've actually recovered antigravity technology!" he muttered nonstop, but no one paid him any attention.
To prevent him from carrying something like a tracker or listening device, a soldier stepped forward and fitted metal collars containing signal jammers around the necks of him and the other three apostles.
One apostle tried to resist, but a rifle butt put him in his place.
Seeing