Texas hoisted Faust onto her shoulder.
On the bleak battlefield, her figure looked so blurred and unreal.
"Put... him down."
The hoarse voice forced out those few words one at a time. A throat nearly pierced through by Originium infection was no obstacle to this David.
Texas turned around and set Faust, whom she had been carrying on her shoulder, down on the ground behind her.
She did not act rashly. A wolf's sense of smell and instincts had always been sharp.
A towering, massive figure arrived, surrounded by a group of Shieldguards.
All manner of obscure, incomprehensible symbols had been carved into the shattered shields.
The spear in his hand had also endured the wear of time, its original appearance no longer recognizable.
Around Texas, the soldiers who had retreated earlier returned once more, though their equipment was different from before.
"I have long admired you, Mr. Patriot."
Zhuang Xiaolin stepped out from among the soldiers.
"..."
The massive figure seemed to want to say something, but after looking at Faust lying on the ground and the tense atmosphere before him, Patriot ultimately did not utter a word.
He had come here personally entirely because of Talulah's orders.
The force led by Mephisto had been nearly wiped out, forcing Patriot to take this seriously. Though those people differed somewhat from his ideals, they were still members of the Reunion Movement.
"We never wanted to hurt you."
Zhuang Xiaolin looked straight into Patriot's eyes, which glowed with scarlet light.
"I have a cure that can grant the Infected human rights. If you continue like this, you will only walk into a dead end."
"Even in death... we will continue onward."
The glow in Patriot's eyes became even more dazzling. Something inside his armor seemed to produce a tremendous rumbling sound,