Tunnel, dim and filled with indescribable smells.
No one knew how many deadly traps and defensible positions lay within these complex underground fortifications.
Artillery fire shook the earth, and dust and fragments of stone occasionally fell from overhead. The vibrations made the lights installed within flicker on and off.
Number 0 walked at the front, while the other grenadiers followed five meters behind him. Their slightly lowered guns were clearly aimed at Number 0's back.
"This is terrifying... Not even the depictions of those people in those stereotypical cartoons could have been more fitting."
Little Yi observed the grenadiers behind them. She increasingly felt as though she were living in some damned historical reenactment documentary.
Those suggestive uniforms, the grenadiers who practically had their identity written across their faces, and their fearless charging stances.
It was simply a mixture of France and Germany from the history of the First World War. She had finally realized where her sense of familiarity with Armageddon came from.
The Armageddon soldiers dressed like those North African Nazis. This Imperium of Man was becoming more and more absurd—a brutal religion centered on sacrifice and death, and it even sounded like it had been established as the official orthodox faith. Honestly, in her era, this would have been condemned as a cult long ago.
There were also countless ignorant, fanatical soldiers. Even their officers knew very little about the objectives of their war, while the exchange of information and intelligence between units was pitifully scarce.
"I'm regretting leaving that corridor more and more... I need to go find Trazyn and have him send me back so I can rest for a few days..."
Little Yi lamented her ill-fated life. Ever since she had started following this stinking bastard, nothing good had ever happened to her.
But