And I
only liked overwhelming force.
Cyrus felt groggy. His body had been paralyzed by some kind of bullet from the enemy. This agony-inducing toxin could keep an enemy suffering endlessly.
It was also the favorite weapon of Dark Eldar lower-ranking warriors.
They could use Splinter Rifles to endlessly torment their captives.
But this little bit of toxin wasn't enough to kill me.
Though his body was in extreme pain, he could clearly feel his blood boiling within him. This lucid yet agonizing sensation continued tormenting him, but his strength was also returning.
There seemed to be a battle raging outside.
The sounds of combat seemed very loud.
Through his haze, a massive green beam lit up not far from him.
It illuminated everything before him.
Melee gunner?
No one dared stand in the path of the Gauss Ray fired from that enormous cannon muzzle. Even the Eldar feared being touched by its light, even if only by the slightest trace.
Of course, there were not only melee gunners. Thunder gunners and magma gunners were among those mechs as well.
They were accompanied by a large number of soldiers.
The Dark Eldar moved across the battlefield like dancing figures. In a state of intense concentration, their reactions were several times faster than their physical speed. Sometimes, they could see something flying toward them, yet their bodies could not evade at the same speed.
This was also the flaw of Clones. Their bodies could not keep up with their reactions.
A single mistake could cost them their lives.
"Captain!"
Hearing that familiar voice,
Cyrus felt no joy at all.
Instead, a ridiculous sense of terror arose within him.
"Don't."
"Leave!"
To Cyrus,
his squadmates were everything.
He had lost squadmates too many times already. He did not want to lose another