Nolan spread his hands helplessly.
Living together, Leon could always find something to make his blood pressure spike.
He then asked Cecil, "What about you? As a newcomer, what do you think of his performance?"
"Excellent. It's just that his methods are too bloody. Like how it's hard for a giant to pick up a human without hurting them, this is how you've always walked among us."
Cecil sighed.
Seeing a scar left on the moon and seeing human bodies crushed with ease were entirely different things.
Only the latter truly let people understand what a monster was.
Seeing that the Flaxans were clearly losing, several groups had already opened portals and fled.
At the front of the battlefield, Leon chopped off another head.
Cecil directly connected to the channel. "Leon, rein it in a little. Leave us some footage we can put in the news, or I'm deducting your commission."
As expected, Leon was still talking nonsense. "Ribbit, Cecil, why would you—when my battle is this spectacular?"
Oh? A Declaration of War?
On the battlefield, the Flaxans were retreating.
They threw away their helmets and armor, their guns falling to the ground as they ran toward several portals.
Countless soldiers were trampled to death in the process.
The exoskeleton output that scientists had painstakingly improved now became the force with which the routed soldiers trampled their comrades to death.
At the same time, those lucky enough to rush out were run over by four-wheeled war machines.
Over several cycles, twisted, broken corpses jammed the war machines. The drivers who jumped out were swept into another wave of fleeing crowds.
Their fates were unknown.
Leon's ruthless methods had terrified them. These well-trained soldiers had imagined dying on the battlefield,
but they had never imagined being turned into meat patties, separated