The Monster cried.
Chen Luo was stunned. These things could cry? He had never seen anything like it.
They were like demons from the abyss, descending on Blue Star and mercilessly slaughtering its living beings.
Under their slaughter, the last survivors soon died out.
It was easy to imagine how any team of fifteen or twenty out of these five hundred-odd King Rank monsters could deal a devastating blow to a base.
The survivors stuck to their separate groups, powerless to resist even scattered monsters.
The sky-blue monsters bawled as though their fathers had died.
Only those dozen or so broke down in tears. Some of the other monsters looked disappointed and dejected.
Among the rest, some curled their lips, some looked up at the sky, and some lowered their heads, pretending to grieve.
What were the monsters crying about? Who were they crying for?
The Armor's Original Owner?
After all, he had exploded. That was Chen Luo's guess, something he was almost certain of.
The scene reminded Chen Luo of his previous life, when he had arranged his father's funeral after his father died in a car accident.
He had genuinely broken down sobbing, while his uncle and cousin put on a show of crying beside him.
The guests offered a few words of comfort, but they were not sad.
It was not their relative who had died. Why cry? Going through the motions was enough.
Suddenly, the sky-blue monster possessed by Octopus glanced toward Chen Luo's position in puzzlement.
He did not seem quite certain.
Chen Luo's heart jolted. He spotted me?
That can't be right.
How could a mere King Rank do that?
Could that Octopus have exceptionally sharp perception?
After they finished crying, something suddenly appeared in the hands of the dozen or so sky-blue monsters.