I Think You're Looking to Explode!

I Think You're Looking to Explode! Yet what greeted them was the cold blades of the supervisory squad.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

At some point, the bird-headed commander had already charged to the front of the formation. He moved with astonishing speed; with each swing of his blade, cold light flashed as he cut down the three fleeing soldiers at the very front. Blood splattered all over him, but he did not seem to notice.

Bathed in blood, his birdlike eyes brimmed with cold, inhuman killing intent. He shouted sharply, his voice drowning out the battlefield's clamor:

"Anyone who dares retreat will end up like this! Charge! Ignite the Fire Demon Crystals! Blow them to death! Anyone who disobeys orders, I'll shoot him dead right now!"

A powerful aura radiated from him. He was actually an Eighth Tier warrior!

In a cannon-fodder unit like the Firearms Battalion, an Eighth Tier warrior was already someone who could run rampant, enough to suppress any unrest.

Intimidated by his aura, the soldiers who had wanted to flee immediately froze. They could only grit their teeth, tears in their eyes, and charge forward again despite themselves.

The bird-headed commander's gaze swept through the crowd like that of a hawk and quickly settled on Lin Ming.

He saw that Lin Ming was mixed in with the crowd, but unlike the others, he was not charging madly forward to his death. Instead, he moved at an unhurried pace, dodging left and right as though strolling through a garden, observing something.

That unusual composure made him feel as though he had been provoked.

"You there, recruit! You! Yes, you! Stop dragging your feet! Charge up there and detonate the Fire Demon Crystal!"

The bird-headed commander pointed his bloodstained saber at Lin Ming and barked, his eyes full of