Marching for Augustus

Rayne could not stand the Extreme Warriors' gazes and had no choice but to say, "These thirty sets of Power Armor will go to the brothers of First Company first."

"Wonderful!"

"May Gileman bless you! Thank you, boss!" The Extreme Warriors cheered.

Sikarius was even more overjoyed, so happy he nearly jumped. As the commander of First Company, he had sixty brothers under him. If half of them put on Power Armor, First Company's strength would far surpass that of the other companies, leaving them several tiers behind!

Rayne could not help laughing.

First Company was originally his personal guard company, and it was the strongest in the Extreme Legion. Whenever there was a dangerous battle, First Company always charged at the very front. They had never missed a single operation and had followed him through life-and-death situations. Of course, they would receive the Power Armor first.

The other four companies of the Extreme Legion would not have much objection to this.

Even if they did, they would have to obey.

Rayne had already decided how to distribute the armor. He said, "Sikarius, gather the brothers of First Company later and distribute the Power Armor. There are only thirty sets for now, so aside from the company commander and squad commanders, the rest will draw lots."

After the Extreme Warriors advanced to Legendary Tier, their improvement slowed down.

Over the past two years, Rayne had not had any excess electricity to strengthen the Extreme Warriors. They could only train on their own, while he provided ample potions and cultivation conditions. Most of them were stuck at the peak of Beginner Tier Legendary, and only a little over twenty Extreme Warriors had broken through to Intermediate Tier, less than a tenth of the total.

Since the brothers' strengths were about the