No matter what, Hobenstock and his squad members could never have imagined that what had fallen from the sky with that bolt of lightning was not a meteorite, but an egg!
A golden giant egg they had never seen before!
A faint golden radiance flowed across the surface of that enormous golden egg.
Could this be a Devil Race plot?
In that instant, as an officer of the Royal Legion of the Ota Empire, Hobenstock instinctively thought of that possibility. Yet on second thought, something felt wrong. He had never heard of any Devil Race member making an entrance in such a manner, and this giant egg seemed somehow connected to that bizarre purple lightning strike just now. Even a Devil Race Knight should not possess such abilities. And even if one did, would a Devil Race Knight really need to toy with him and the few low-ranking battlefield minnows under his command?
"Everyone be careful. Stay alert..." Hobenstock quietly warned the squad members beside him as he drew his weapon. Carefully stepping across the ground beneath his feet, which was still scorching hot and steaming with rainwater vapor, he headed toward the giant egg at the bottom of the crater.
Ordinary people encountering such danger and strangeness could naturally turn and flee, but this was a battlefield. As a Warrior, as an officer, Hobenstock had nowhere to retreat. They faced danger head-on, advancing with no retreat. If he withdrew the moment he saw this bizarre giant egg, then once word reached higher command, what awaited him and his squad would not be commendation, but perhaps a military trial for fleeing in the face of battle—and, at the end of it, that blood-soaked guillotine blade.
Under the watchful eyes of his squad members, Hobenstock cautiously reached the bottom of the