Amid the thunderous roar, flames kept bursting across the Sky Dome.
The stench in the wind was instantly replaced by the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.
In the blink of an eye, Ikes had gone from one hell to another and could not help falling into a daze—but if he had the choice, he would rather live in the hell before him for the rest of his life.
At least this was a hell they had created.
"Verify identification code—"
As he questioned him, the Iron Legion soldier's hand remained on the holster at his waist. Behind his Crow iron mask, his eyes stared fixedly at Ikes's face as he repeated himself.
"98931, Day of Falling Leaves!"
Ikes answered instinctively, not even bothering to check the other man's credentials before turning back toward his dying companions in the vehicle. "Save them, save them now!"
Crystal Lattice 1-7 did not move. Only after the screen on the back of his hand flashed green to confirm the verification did he wave toward those behind him.
At once, a guard soldier stepped forward to inspect the wounded.
Meanwhile, Crystal Lattice 1-7 drew the identification from his waist. After the Astronomical Society emblem was infused with Source Matter, the insignia of the Iron Legion Crystal Lattice Squad began to gleam.
"Where is it?"
He asked coldly, "The intelligence, Captain Ikes. Who has custody of it?"
That frigid gaze made Ikes's heart sink, and a vague sense of unease surfaced within him. Yet after hesitating for a moment, he still looked behind him.
Elon, clutching the iron case, stepped forward. "Me."
Bang!
A dull, heavy report suddenly erupted behind them. Inside the vehicle, the soldier who had finished examining the situation abruptly raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the dying Rugg.
Then he