Beside him, Neos lifted her skirt and squatted down to study their weapons.
After getting used to swimming through a sea of shit, even breathing in this place felt like bliss.
"This is our only chance! Get around that butcher and hit the one behind him!"
Leon and Neos's activity over the past few days had forced the Flaxans to learn Earth's language.
There were always some who fantasized about negotiating peace, or searching their conversations for the key to victory.
Compared to Leon, the main damage dealer, Neos, who seemed more like she was sightseeing, was easier to target.
Smack!
She raised a hand and crushed the head of the soldier holding the gun with her psionic power.
The sensation of squeezing bubble wrap put Neos in a good mood, and she continued her research.
Every weapon looked so cool, and their designs were pretty pleasing too.
The designs were simple and clear, much better than being covered in complicated reliefs and religious decorations, or even carrying several churches around.
"Damn it, I'm not a god. Why would the empire of the future turn into such a mess?"
Neos muttered as she wiped out another wave of soldiers coming from behind.
The resistance here was dwindling...
Women's emotions fluctuated wildly. Before long, she was cheerful again.
Flaxan Planet. I'll remember that name.
There were crowds everywhere, it was incredibly lively, there were countless fun technologies, and they were aliens, so there was no need to hold back.
It felt like she had arrived at an amusement park.
She began wrestling with the cover plate on a piece of equipment, but several attempts proved futile.
Instead, she cut her hand.
Before the wound healed, she symbolically blew on it, then turned and called for super strength.
"Leon, do me a