"What the heck? It's on me again?!"
Sitting in the Thunder Aircraft, Falling Feather looked bewildered, glancing at the building wrapped in a crimson substance, feeling a shiver down his spine.
That thing should be a fungal mat, right?
How did the Army manage to use such an unearthly thing as a mutated slime fungus on the battlefield!
Clearly, they used the consensus of the Sticky Community as toilet paper.
Or perhaps, like the Southern Legion's interpretation of that ancient contract—it was signed by Julius; they weren't present.
"Xiaoyu... can your powers work against that thing?"
"Ee-woo!" (We can try)
"Alright..."
Falling Feather took a deep breath, gripping the control stick while stomping on the pedal with his left foot to change direction, aiming the aircraft cannon at the building being devoured by the indescribable entity, then firmly pressed the fire button with his thumb.
"Boom—!"
