A Battle Group Leader from the Imperial Main Battle Legion possessed strength and experience far beyond that of any local Knight Warlord from the Ash Soil Star Zone.
The instant Nelom's voice fell.
His Extraordinary Armor·Ashen Battle Armor, like a living creature, sent burning ashes spreading out, suddenly erupting to tightly bind Urus's right leg.
Under the intense heat, Urus's Power Armor emitted the acrid smell of scorched paint.
Facing the enemy's sudden attack, Urus showed no panic. He drew a short blade and thrust viciously at the back of Nelom's neck, but his strike was blocked.
He looked down at him and said coldly, "You've fallen completely, Nelom."
"Fallen?"
As if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Nelom mocked, "A son of a Rebel Legion has the right to judge others? Why don't you go ask that 'loyal' father of yours and see how he'd answer you.
The last embers of the Great Expedition have died out.
This corrupt Empire needs to change."
