Sitting atop the pile of corpses, Su Xiao badly wanted to sleep and recover his injuries through the healing aura in the base.
"Byakuya, want some toast?"
The Dean, with three bloody streaks across his face, called out from nearby. Su Xiao said nothing. He didn't even want to move a finger right now.
Baha swooped down from low altitude, took the paper bag from the Dean, and landed on Su Xiao's shoulder. Right there atop the reeking pile of corpses, he began eating toast with Su Xiao.
"Ebu, clams..."
Baha spoke a line of "bird language." His bird face was full of helplessness. He was affected by a slowing ability and wouldn't recover for several minutes.
"Byakuya, why do you think the heteromorphic creatures retreated?"
"No idea. If I were in command, I wouldn't retreat now."
"Exactly. There are two possibilities. Either the heteromorphic creatures' internal power structure is unstable, or the ground-walkers need supplies. They're starving."
The Dean pulled up his shirt. A large chunk of flesh had been bitten off his side.
"That ground-walker bit off a piece of me and ran."
"It ran?"
Su Xiao was somewhat surprised. Based on what he had seen, ground-walkers never fled. Then he thought of something.
"Controlling ground-walkers probably isn't easy. At the very least, you have to keep them fed. 'Beasts' driven mad by hunger are very difficult to control."
"We're thinking along the same lines. The heteromorphic army's supplies should be arriving soon. This is a rare opportunity."
The Dean did not continue. There was no need. He believed Su Xiao had already figured out what he intended to do, as well as his plan: cut off the heteromorphic creatures' supplies. Taking a beating passively had never been the style of Reincarnation Paradise's contractors.
"Who's going?"
Su Xiao