The White-Skinned Strongman had finished stitching up his abdomen. He stood and said, "What the hell is going on? Everyone calm down. Why are we fighting among ourselves?"
"Osiris, hold on. Are you sure you saw Alexei and the other Lizardmen? That you fought them?"
Osiris said firmly, "Yes. Vahana was there too. Three S4s. I fought them myself. I'm sure."
The White-Skinned Strongman looked at the bodies on the ground. "You don't think we're playing around here, do you? We lost this many men and fought for over an hour. You think we faked it?"
Osiris knew he couldn't explain it. At most, there were two possibilities: one group of Lizardmen was fake, or they were newly transformed Lizardmen.
But that made little sense either. Every Lizardman had a different crest, and no two identical ones had ever appeared.
Even if someone had somehow made duplicates, how could the enemy transform people into Lizardmen? They didn't have the technology.
The other possibility was that the White-Skinned Strongman and the other Super Sentinels were lying. If the bodies here were fake Lizardmen, everything would make sense.
Osiris thought back to his flight in. All he had seen below was a sheet of white light. He hadn't seen any living Lizardmen.
"Why did you cover everything with blinding light the moment we arrived, so we couldn't see a thing? By the time we came down, all we saw were corpses. Did you really fight the Lizardmen for an hour?" Osiris asked.
The White-Skinned Strongman's face turned livid. "What are you implying? That I set you up on purpose?"
"That I got thousands of guards and Brando to conspire with me, sacrificing this many men just to bring you down?"
Osiris knew that made no sense either. "Then this group wasn't Alexei