Lady Sweet Dream's Beagle Is Going to Eat People!
"Lord Murphy is chatting and laughing with the Sky King in Feathered Serpent Fortress, while the moment we show up, we're shoved onto a shuttle and air-dropped into the most dangerous battlefield. Is that right?
Damn it!
These NPCs really do treat people differently!
If Miss Chuchute hadn't offered such tempting rewards, there's no way I'd be here serving them. Get the car! Nine o'clock! A bunch of Flesh Rippers are trying to get behind us. Give them hell!"
BOOM!
At Ge Bao's furious shout, a fierce burst of flames erupted in the nine o'clock direction.
In the flickering firelight, the figures of the student athletes in exoskeletons could just be made out charging like wolves into the ranks of the Flesh Rippers. In the area directly in front of Ge Bao, Cheche's storm of thunderclouds was unleashing lightning strikes every few seconds to drive away the Chaos abominations lurking there, giving the others a chance to isolate and eliminate them.
Ge Bao pretended to be the commander, but in reality, there was no need for him to give orders.
Those bastards had spent nearly two years in Transia doing nothing but fighting or heading to the battlefield. They'd long since developed combat muscle memory. Even when dropped into unfamiliar territory, they immediately sprang into action and chose the best course.
But Niu Niu, who was fighting alongside Ge Bao, couldn't help rolling his eyes at the man's complaints.
The Sword Saint dealt with the spiderlike monsters crawling up from underground, and as his sword flashed, he grumbled, "You're full of resentment, but I didn't see you turn down the gold Miss Chuchute gave us as an advance on the mission. Everyone knows time is tight and the job is urgent.