Hermit looked back and saw only a faint flash of blade light in the air inside the transmission tower. A large swath of cables was severed instantly, sparks flying everywhere. Then came another slash, and another section of cables snapped apart.
But there were simply too many cables. Even with an indestructible Lightsaber embedded in that Protoss's wrist guard, it would take some time to cut them all apart.
Hermit said to Vitaly-Orlov, "Let's head down first. Don't stay here; we're too conspicuous. From what she said, there's another Protoss below."
"So there are only two of them? And they killed all several hundred people here?!" Vitaly-Orlov's body was still trembling. This time, he was truly, genuinely terrified.
Hermit's tone turned grave. "That's right. By my estimation, in a frontal fight, that Protoss would not be stronger than an ordinary Jedi Knight. But this ability to kill enemies without a sound is something even ten Jedi Knights could not match."
They returned to the building and made their way down to the first floor. Hermit saw Jango-Fett sitting against a corner wall in the lobby, resting. Just like upstairs, guards' bodies lay scattered everywhere, along with that Destroyer droid, which had been cut cleanly in half down the middle.
Seeing Hermit approach, Jango-Fett raised a hand in greeting. "Hey, buddy. Those people suddenly got chopped into several pieces right in front of me, but I had no idea who did it."
Hermit nodded without speaking, but he became even more certain of one thing—the two Protoss's cloaking methods were connected to the Force. Otherwise, Jango-Fett's Mandalorian Crusaders armor possessed numerous detection methods, including infrared imaging and laser imaging, yet none of them could spot the Protoss!
Jango-Fett's seemingly humorous greeting had actually revealed a deeply chilling fact.
The air beside