Fatty couldn't help but give a bitter smile, ruffling his hair into a mess with one hand.
Markovich silently followed behind Fatty, looking at Fatty's staggering back, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He knew that the current bandit army was like a newborn Little Antelope, wobbling on a perilous grassland, with its body still wrapped in fetal membrane, kicking its slender limbs, stumbling and trying to stand up. In the distance, wolves, tigers, and leopards had already begun to approach slowly. If it didn't complete this first stand in its life, what awaited this antelope was death.
There was no escape. The Sect Mutual Aid Alliance had just come together and needed confidence. Civilian Mech Knights also needed to transform into warriors trained strictly according to army manuals. The newly acquired Saleria Battleship needed time to adapt to the Freedom Channel modifications, so this battle had to be fought and had to be won.
