BANG—!
A New Recruit Knight from the Caster Battle Group was sent flying backward by the impact, crashing into the heavy, seven-hundred-year-old wooden doors of the Governor's Mansion.
This masterpiece, crafted by a Master Craftsman, which had witnessed the rise and fall of the Empire and the lives and deaths of one Provincial Governor after another, utterly splintered and broke at this moment.
The old Steel Armor, salvaged from an abandoned warehouse at the Military Port, had a horrifying gash torn through the chest, from which blood sprayed and splattered!
The new recruit's left cheek was completely charred, wisps of green smoke rising from it.
His face was a mask of agony, and his body trembled uncontrollably. But his severe injuries were mercilessly stripping him of his consciousness and strength, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.
"Alfred—! You bastards... you fallen dregs who have betrayed the Empire! Oh, Divine Emperor! Grant me Your righteous fury!"
