"Roar—!"
Hearing several sounds resembling dragon roars, all the Omegas instinctively looked toward the entrance.
Then they all turned their heads to stare at the soldier standing beside Mike, who had been gloating moments earlier.
Although everyone was wearing helmets and could not see one another's facial expressions, it was not hard to guess what they seemed to be saying:
"Did you really have to say that?"
The soldier merely raised his shoulders, spread his hands, and shook his head, as if saying, "You can't blame me for this."
"Enough."
As the operation commander, Mike could not be bothered to dwell on such trivial matters.
He tightened his grip on his rifle, strode toward the next entrance, and calmly ordered:
"Everyone, stay alert. There are still powerful enemies ahead. Continue advancing by squad."
"Yes, Captain."
Having received their orders, the Omegas stopped fooling around, composed themselves, and continued forward.
As they advanced deeper, the corridor gradually grew darker.
Similar murals. Similar layouts.
However, the faint orange glow radiating from the end of the corridor reminded Omega Company that what awaited them ahead was definitely not an enemy resembling the Giant Lion.
The squad led by Mike was the first to pass through the passage.
They suddenly found themselves in a wide-open area, standing on what seemed to be a protruding platform.
A soldier walked to the edge and looked down, only to see a "lake" of seething, bubbling lava.
If he slipped and fell...
Thinking of this, the soldier took a few steps back.
Before them stood only an artificial stone bridge leading to a gigantic island situated atop the lava flow.
The island held a circular structure resembling an ancient arena. The dragon roars were coming from within it.
Holding his rifle in one hand, Mike slowly stepped onto