Ground Tremor

High-energy rays beamed down from Near-Earth Orbit dried up the clouds. The Battle Fortress Torpedo came screaming down onto the plains, billowing smoke spreading across the mountains and valleys. A tall, imposing figure, like a demigod hero from classical mythology, plummeted from the sky and was torn to pieces under a dense barrage of firepower.

The cultists gathered around the High-ranking Priest instantly lost all morale and scattered in panic.

The Brass Knights charged toward the position, the Force Field Greatswords in their hands shining with a hazy radiance. Two tall figures prowled around the battlefield, harvesting the cultists who had been lucky enough to break through the encirclement.

Xu Jiali opened the visor of his Power Armor. The corners of his eyes twitched faintly as he watched the scene before him. Behind him, the Marines still gripped their rifles with tense bodies, keeping themselves concealed behind their force field shields.

The psychic attendant's voice came from behind him. "Boss, this is pretty damn weird, meow."

"If it weren't for the orders from above, who would've believed things would turn out like this?" Xu Jiali muttered. "We were halfway through the fight when all the enemy's heroic troops suddenly became allies."

"They're more allied than our allies, meow." Bell's eyes widened, her pair of catlike pupils shining through the smoke. "They're much more ruthless than us when cutting down those cultists. They've sliced them all up like Squirrel Mandarin Fish, meow."

Xu Jiali: "...Can you stop mentioning Squirrel Mandarin Fish?"

The moment he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly flashed into view from the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw an Artificial Saintess wearing a nun's veil staring straight at him.

Even though he knew she was an ally now, Xu Jiali still instinctively tensed up, his