CHAPTER 427
Sergeant Lincoln could be seen charging forward, heading towards the nineteen Two-Spined Abberants standing off in the distance.
A One-Spined Abberant was nothing to a Sergeant of his caliber, so he could leave those to the teens.
Even a Two-Spined Abberant was nothing to him.
He could defeat one...
...Whether easily or not, he had no idea.
The only issue was that there was a whole group of them standing a few metres away, displaying a level of coordination that was never seen before amongst the creatures.
They didn't attack.
They simply observed their lesser kin battling the Aspirants and losing.
So far, out of the two hundred One-Spined Abberants, a hundred had lost their lives, and not a single Aspirant had been killed.
Mainly due to Ray's help in locating their weaknesses on time while the other members of the cohort worked together to deal with them as efficiently as possible.
"Huh?"
