Theus looked helplessly at the Banshee beside him.
She wore full heavy armor. Aside from a few scales on her tail, almost everything was hidden beneath the armor. Let alone her face, even her eyes were difficult to see.
This was a new type of armor Castel had designed for the Banshee. Its appearance had undergone considerable changes, with an oversized, exaggerated shoulder guard added to accommodate the Banshee's six arms, and a cylindrical storage compartment added to the back.
Based on Theus's first design, its coverage had been expanded and the armor thickened. Even its weakest point was now over 30 mm thick—comparable to a tank from the First World War.
The Banshee was now a genuine humanoid tank.
Such heavy armor could completely withstand heavy machine-gun fire. When charging now, the Banshee no longer needed to deliberately avoid the suppressive fire of mortal troops behind her. She could truly rampage across the battlefield.
Though he could not see her face, Theus could easily sense the expression beneath that cold steel visor through the Symbiotic Pact.
"Una, even you've gone bad."
Theus looked utterly heartbroken.
In his impression, Una had always been somewhat timid and intensely socially anxious.
Yet for some reason, after putting on this full suit of heavy armor, she had become inexplicably much more cheerful. Come to think of it, she really did have two different personalities online and offline.
It would have been nice if she did not badmouth him while standing guard.
"Una, I'm actually a little curious. How do the Banshees see me?"
"Listen, my lord, can't you see everything we say through the Mind Link?"
"I can't keep up!" Theus said helplessly. These Banshees could talk far too much. Aside from their work group, their usual chat groups were always flooded with