When Lu Ping'an regained consciousness, he found himself being carried on the run.
He twisted his neck, which was somewhat stiff, but since he was still alive, he should not have encountered the worst outcome.
"....How are things?"
He looked around, and even without a response, Lu Ping'an roughly understood the situation.
All his companions were... on a battlefield where he couldn't directly participate, and if they wanted to join in, it would've been in vain.
Meanwhile, beside him, the "dynamic armor-men" still fleeing with him numbered three... their surfaces riddled with scars, with evident severed limbs, and one of them being dragged by a chain by his mates.
"You're awake? Thank you for your help, we've succeeded, although the cost was a bit high...."
An armor close by took the initiative to speak.
But the tone and response of the speech felt somewhat familiar to Lu Ping'an...
"Prince... Casola?"
Realizing who it was, Lu Ping'an's eyes filled with respect.
