"We are still... still... one thousand meters... straight distance from the Neuron Chamber..."
Leveille, who had been following Matins, spoke with a halting voice.
Just withdrawn from the front line of battle, Matins stared at this Heroic Spirit Officer.
Faced with his gaze, a hint of anxiety appeared on Leveille's face.
"We... we... are being... interfered with. The Governor's... communication must... act swiftly."
At this moment, he convulsed as if electrified.
A few seconds later, he returned to normal and gave Matins a bitter smile, "Disconnected, unable to receive information anymore, sorry."
"I understand." Matins nodded slightly.
His gaze turned back to the front.
His battle brothers had just slaughtered another group of enemies that actively attacked them.
And this had become a long-standing routine.
