The officer clad in exoskeleton armor stood among the crowd, looking at the elderly man standing at the far end of the bloodbath, then turned to the soldiers hesitating amidst the pools of blood and corpses, raising his arm,
"Fire!!! Fire!!! That is your enemy, fire!!!"
His voice echoed through the corridors, reverberating in the blood-scented space.
Some soldiers raised their firearms, but many others, equipped with the simplest of gear, bowed their heads, looking at the blood and corpses with hesitation.
They were not purely green recruits; they had hunted exotic beasts and committed cultists in the wilderness, they knew not everyone in this world could be killed by a bullet, and they knew the great gap between a powerful Transcendent and ordinary soldiers.
"Commander, the terrain is not in our favor right now, we can't bring our firepower into play,"
a soldier raised his head and looked to the officer in front of him, "We should move to an open area..."
