"Roar!" Titan roared, took a step back, and pressed his palm against the soldier. The soldier smiled bitterly and stopped his steps: "Failed."
At this time, the sound of the blade piercing the flesh came from above, Titan fell like a doll whose battery was suddenly removed, and at the same time it was crushed on the soldier, "Who?" The soldier said to himself in doubt. After a few words, the gas was exhausted, and there was no time for a few seconds to escape from the suppressed area. The soldier had given up hope. At the last moment, he just wanted to know who gave this Titan a fatal blow.
Suddenly a huge thrust came from behind and pushed the soldier out, fell aside, and then, boom! The body of Titan smashed in front of the soldier, "I, survived?" The soldier looked at the scene in a daze and couldn't believe it, "Who pushed me just now?" he muttered He muttered to himself, until someone patted him on the shoulder, he didn't come back to his senses. The soldier turned his head and saw a boy who looked twelve or thirteen years old with a steaming silver dagger in his right hand. The black-haired and black-eyed teenager was looking at him, "Are there any other survivors besides you here? The boy asked. The soldier took a look at the boy and found that he was wearing ordinary clothes without a three-dimensional mobile device, but the short sword in his hand with the blood of Titan that was constantly turning into steam also explained. One fact-Titan was homicided. The soldier's lips squirmed, but in the end he said nothing.
"Is it scary?" I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of the soldier, feeling a little regretful: "This guy is pretty good, just killed two Titan alone. I planned to save him and draw him. Joining the Restorationist, he turned out to be silly."
"There are no survivors." The soldier shook his head and said, "It turned out not to be scared." I secretly said in my heart, scanned the surroundings, and then looked at the Titan corpse that had basically turned into steam next to it. He sighed: "Sorry, come with us." "You?" The soldier asked in confusion, "Master Ackerman." At this time, two members of the reinstatement were coming down from above in due course, and one ship was slowing down. Airship falling. "What is this?!" The soldier stared at the airship and asked, "Airship, you will come up first." I briefly explained, and then I took the soldier and teleported him to the airship.
"You, are you a god?" Seeing the sudden change in the scene, the soldier stayed for a while, then looked at me and asked, "I am not." I shook my head decisively, and ordered the others: "Raise the height, Turn to the right to meet Lance and the others." "Yes!" The crowd saluted and started to work. I glanced at the soldiers who were still in a sluggish state, and asked casually, "What is your name?" "Damo "Saidoff." The soldier replied, and the entire airship suddenly became quiet...
