Not far behind the Iron Heart, a slightly smaller airship was closely following.
In the bridge.
Staring at the Iron Heart ahead, which had been modified beyond recognition, General McCullen's face was filled with gloom.
He still remembered the mockery from the man in the tin can suit when he disembarked from that airship, the hollow congratulations.
He vowed.
The humiliation he suffered here, he would repay tenfold!
Standing not far beside him, Captain Adria of the Adjudicator frowned in thought for a while, before suddenly speaking up unexpectedly.
"I still can't figure out how to seize that thing."
Compared to his Adjudicator, that guy's ship was outfitted like a porcupine with cannons. Even if it were to face an army of a hundred thousand, the latter would probably only be able to watch helplessly.
Although there was no ridicule in his words, to McCullen's ears, they were particularly grating, so much so that his brows couldn't help but twitch.
"That was an accident..."
