"Yes."
Megan still nodded coldly as she relayed Ivan's orders to Arthur, who was staying inside the hangar.
Meanwhile.
Inside the vast Star Killer hangar.
"Ugh... This is so frustrating."
Arthur, wearing a black airtight combat suit, sat boredly on a green ammunition crate, stretching and sighing.
"I don't think so."
Standing beside Arthur, Heros had conjured a set of Underworld Armor and folded his arms across his chest. With an expressionless face, he said:
"As long as I get to see some blood, nothing could frustrate me."
"You..." Arthur slightly put away his lazy expression, raised his hand, and tapped the top of Heros's short hair. Pretending to be an elder, he admonished him, "Don't always be so bloodthirsty. Listen, Wanda gave birth to a son for you, and that made me a granduncle. You can't let a murderer like you lead him astray."
"Uh..."
Heros's somewhat expressionless face fell. Thinking of Wanda and their son at home, a gentle light flashed through his eyes. He then revealed a rare gentle expression and said:
"Yes, Uncle. I understand."
"Bang! Bang!"
Just as the uncle and nephew were chatting, dozens of Praetorian Astartes wearing Golden Power Armor and red capes suddenly arrived beside them.
The leading Praetorian respectfully said to Arthur, "Young Master Arthur, Young Master Ivan needs you to lead our Praetorian guard and join the ground operation alongside Master Chief."
In the eyes of the Praetorian Astartes, their only boss would always be William. Therefore, no matter what position Ivan held, the Praetorians would address him as Young Master.
Upon hearing this.
Arthur stretched, rolled his neck, and then got off the ammunition crate.
He took a helmet from a nearby ground crew member, put it on, and walked toward the nearest DR-7 Transport Boat, waving as he