The figure was unstoppable.
The blade in hand, slashed.
Slash slash slash!
Blood spurted, one corpse after another fell to the ground.
It was as if the scene previously dominated by fear had reoccurred.
This time, even the most composed members of 'Golden Wind' trembled, their voices shrill as ducks caught by the neck.
"Jason, what are you doing?"
"We're members of the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau'!"
Jason stopped.
He turned his head, looking at the few members of 'Golden Wind' who had spoken.
When they saw the icy eyes behind that hockey mask, the members of 'Golden Wind' felt a terrifying aura envelop them, and instinctively, they started to back away rapidly.
But Jason didn't deliver a killing blow.
He simply pointed at one of the bodies he had cut down—
Yi!
In the deep sound of Dufol Language, the cut-down corpse began to change.
A shadow emerged, then distorted by an invisible force field.
"Sabie Aliens!"
