It was still Chaos Town, at a rocky outcrop a few hundred meters east of the town.
Night had already fallen, yet the grayish-purple aurora still flowed slowly across the sky, shrouding the entire wasteland in a sickly, suffocating gloom and chaos that carried a faint air of unease and madness.
But Dragon Knight Commander paid no attention to that, because he was currently lying behind the largest boulder outside the town, pressing his body as low as possible.
Protected by his rusted, battle-scarred armor, his green-skinned body could not exactly be said to blend into the surroundings, but at least it did not look quite so green anymore.
Without getting close, no one would possibly notice that a green-skinned Orc over two meters tall was crouching here.
At any rate, with his equipment providing cover, there would basically be no repeat of what had happened half a month ago—when that Chaos Astartes space marine with exceptionally sharp eyes had spotted several green lumps lying on the ground from hundreds of meters away.
But none of that was important!
What mattered now was this: his gaze passed through the gaps in the rocky outcrop and fell on the ruined Chaos-ravaged town in the distance.
As before, the outlines of the town's buildings stood silently in the darkness like a row of crooked tombstones. Now and then, one or two shadows moved between the buildings, accompanied by the occasional shrill scream or howl. The entire town radiated an ominous aura, and combined with the "Gundam" wreckage and skeletons scattered everywhere, no normal person would approach it lightly.
As for whether those screams and howls came from Chaos natives or from some other thing screeching like a ghost, he had no way of knowing.
At this moment, he was naturally not