CHAPTER 418
The sound of blades cutting through the air echoed overhead, and soon, two hellicarriers came into view.
Energy shells were immediately unleashed upon the Aberrants at the food factory.
While the bombardment continued, dozens upon dozens of Corps members slid down thick ropes, landing perfectly atop the surrounding buildings.
Leading them was a man.
He wore the Iron Corps uniform, with a single star embedded on the shoulder of his jacket.
A mask covered the lower half of his face.
A pair of gloves wrapped around his hands as he gripped his mechanical rifle firmly.
The weapon whirred loudly.
His spiky green hair almost seemed to glow beneath the sunlight.
"Captain Drey. You made it?!" Jake uttered with a small grin as he watched the man straighten himself while his soldiers charged forward to reinforce the Militants.
Looking in Captain Jake's direction, Drey scoffed before cocking his rifle with a stern expression.
