"Incredible..."
High-ranked Holy Knight Ger gently patted his pony's neck, soothing his somewhat edgy mount while gazing at the unending blaze in the distance, and after a few seconds, smacking his lips, he added, "Utterly insane."
Next to him, riding on the back of the wolf cub Xiaobai, Motan smiled, his weary face alternating between light and shadow from the firelight, and after a while, he shrugged and said, "It's just a special tactic under specific circumstances. If the enemy weren't solely mutants, those low-rank undead creatures without air attacking capabilities, or had even a bit of intelligence, the Kirov would just be an easy target, since it's purely a product for opportunistic exploitation."
"Hehe, just expressing my thoughts, I haven't even started praising you. No need to be modest ahead of time."
