"This really is a War Machine."
The War Eagle in the sky had been guiding the way all along. The Heavy Armor Warrior pressed forward, trampling and mocking the enemy's defenses, smashing through their fortresses, turrets, and trenches headfirst. At that point, the battle's outcome was naturally decided.
"Why did he choose this path?"
Many witnesses could not help asking themselves that question.
Most Professionals, when all was said and done, sought "survival" and "development." Survival came first, profits came first. Yet this civilian Professional had turned himself into a battlefield meat grinder. His power was astonishing, but people could not understand why he had done it. Why had he made himself into a heavily armored fortress?
"In a peaceful world, in a peaceful era, does he plan to go on a killing spree in the city?"
"He's strong, but this seems a little excessive."
"Maybe he foresaw this era long ago and knew he would soon have a chance to put his abilities to use."
"No, he must be a Sponsored Trainee from the military, specially trained for the battlefield."
"Cut it out. Then why didn't he join the military? Besides, Earth's military doesn't seem to follow this path either. The West Continent does, though."
What had originally been a hard-fought assault became "extremely easy" because of Lu PingAn's arrival. After tallying the losses, they discovered that not a single person on their side had died. There were only three injured, and one of them had fallen down on his own.
This did not mean Lu PingAn's combat power had surpassed Law Decree-level. Rather, on a battlefield like this, his particular set of abilities—this kind of "heavy tank"—was far more useful than several Law Decree-level combat Professionals.
At the very least, none of the ordinary Law Decree-level Professionals Lu