"Approaching the target area."
"Our units are already shielded from the enemy detection system, direct passage allowed."
Ahead lies the fire produced by the violent friction between the thin atmosphere and the energy protective shield of the airship.
The calm and clear voice of Lyu in his ear.
Behind the helmet, Boss Yang's eyes temporarily lack any focus, his mind empty, trying to find the feeling of facing the Space Worm Clan.
No use, without the insects provoking, he still can't actively enter into that berserk state.
Boss Yang clicked his tongue softly, slightly disappointed, then began pondering the series of interwoven plans, making his head swell somewhat.
He naturally knows that most of the real power figures in the Military Department are watching his situation through Atro's live broadcast, so he tried to refrain from conversing with Lyu.
The micro projection on the helmet has already started displaying a pale blue countdown.
"Ejection about to commence."
