Just as the group was experiencing a mix of emotions, the Umbrella-exclusive Flying Formation finally appeared in their field of vision.
A DR-7 Transport Boat escorted by a Freedom MS, three Aerial Strikes, and four Viking Fighters flew at a steady speed over Sanda City at low altitude, heading straight toward the platform where Rael, Yondo, and the others were located.
It approached.
It slowed down.
It hovered.
Immediately afterward, under the disbelieving gazes of Rael, Yondo, and the others, the Viking Fighters began transforming and landed at the four corners of the platform.
Each mecha-type Viking Fighter aimed its Gauss Rotary Cannon down at the Nova Imperium soldiers.
The Freedom MS and Aerial Strikes, each averaging twenty meters in height, did not land. Instead, they hovered around the platform to stand guard.
Finally, the DR-7 Transport Boat slowly descended into the center of the platform, not far in front of Rael, Yondo, and the others.
The hatch beneath the bow opened.
"Step! Step!"
The first to emerge were the Blood Raven Astartes and the elites. Their orderly footsteps rang across the platform.
The soldiers of the Nova Imperium might not have found the two-meter-tall, rugged giants—or the four-mouthed, gray-skinned aliens—particularly novel.
But every one of these giants wore sealed Power Armor. With each step, it seemed as though the ground itself trembled, and a tremendous pressure immediately bore down on every imperial soldier.
Fortunately, these soldiers were the cream of the crop of the Nova Imperium. Otherwise, the presence of the Astartes and elites would have frightened them into collapse long ago.
Rael and the others, however, looked even more solemn.
Once the forty Blood Ravens had formed two neat rows before the hatch of the DR-7 Transport Boat, Arthur and Heros, dressed in military uniforms, finally stepped out