Every one of these Sea Race warriors was tall, standing over two meters, and radiated a savage air. All wore tactical helmets, their shark faces and three gill slits clearly visible through the transparent half-visors.
Although they could not hear Lao San's "enthusiastic" greeting, his movements made it obvious that this first encounter was anything but friendly.
What concerned them more was... standing so brazenly alone at the door practically announced that something fishy was going on inside. Wasn't that a little too arrogant, you bastard...?
"Enemy! There's an enemy here!" "The intruder really exists!" "Where are the marines? We don't have heavy weapons. Requesting support!" "We have to get into the Main Engine Room and stop him as soon as possible!"...
These Sea Race warriors did not underestimate him just because they had superior numbers. As they communicated over short-range comms, they raised their weapons and aimed at the intruder before them...
Three minutes later, the captain of the Sea Race Marines finally arrived near the Main Engine Room, panting after rushing there as fast as he could.
With his squad members' help, he had barely managed to manually don his Powered Armor, straining with all his might. Unable to wait for the others to finish arming themselves, he hurried through his equipment checks and set out for the mission site alone.
But the moment he rounded the corner, the scene before him made his expression change drastically.
Sea Race warriors lay sprawled all over the floor. Some had even been smashed into the metal walls, as though a train had hit them head-on. The sight was gruesome.
The surrounding corridor walls were covered in black scorch marks and holes blasted by explosions. Clearly, a fierce battle had just taken place here.
The only figure still standing had