BOOM! The first-ever "Iron-Tube Kid," Three Jin of Sweet Potato Liquor, had carried out a perfectly successful precision demolition.
With the magic door leading deeper into the Wolfsbane gathering hall sealed shut, the Transian outsiders had decisively opted for Rainbow Six's classic tactic: "Hey, you're locking the door to trap us? We'll just open a skylight!"
Clearly, when old Edward had chosen this place as the Wolfsbane clan's secret base, he'd gone to great lengths to connect it to the city's energy nodes with a psychic array. But he hadn't considered that anyone might refuse to take the "usual route." After all, this was the main section of the city's sewers, and cutting a hole through it was no easy feat.
But against the firepower of gold-burning reinforced explosives modeled by the First National Arsenal of Transia after demolition charges from another world, forget earthen structures—even full steel-plate armor wouldn't help!
Amid the earth-shaking rumble and flying bricks, the elite blood-crazed vampires who'd been blocking the door below turned around and saw several suits of power armor painted in Loyalist Red hurtling down with unstoppable momentum. The impact alone was terrifying, and the River of Blood's reflection, stretching out behind them, was so cold and merciless that even the already-maddened vampires felt their hearts tremble.
As the shouting Transians charged down behind the power armor, the BOSS arena—already transformed into a vision of hell by scattered corpses and severed limbs—immediately grew lively.
But none of that affected Madam Cecilia in the center of the gathering hall.
She was hiding inside a psychic shield, single-mindedly pouring the madblood poison in her hands into the sewer's central filtration system below. She looked every bit like a medieval plague witch. The equipment in front of her was a wastewater processor built to halfling