I frowned. Why had she come out? Why hadn't she retreated?
While I was still wondering, the husky she rode charged straight into the zombie horde. At the same time,
a large number of people rushed out of Luoyang's gates.
Every one of them was either a mutant or a powerful evolved fighter.
In fact... I thought I recognized several of the people at the very front.
"Kill them!"
The husky carried Juanjuan straight into the heart of the horde. Like a tiger among sheep, the beast stood over four meters tall,
towering over most of the zombies.
A single sweep of its enormous tail sent more than a dozen zombies flying. Each strike of its paws
crushed another two. Juanjuan, standing on the husky's back,
pulled the trigger without hesitation. Her massive Gatling gun spat fire without pause. The flames
weren't blue, but the gun was still devastating.
"Ratatatatat!"
Scarface and several others followed close behind Juanjuan, with the Rakshasa Squad after them. The people beside them, dressed in mismatched gear,
looked like members of the Mercenary Guild. Wild Wolf was probably leading them.
But... I could see all those familiar faces. Why hadn't the person impersonating me come out?
She might have been a clone, but as my clone, shouldn't she have had enough strength to fight?
Even if she wasn't that strong, joining the battle would still have helped, wouldn't it?
At the very least, she could use steam mode. I doubted many mutants could match that kind of strength,
not even Wild Wolf. He could only exert a few tons of force,
while second-gear steam mode had already surpassed several tons.
Strange... Why wasn't she coming out?
I frowned and was just about to speak when a writhing black shape suddenly appeared beside Luoyang.
The enormous