High Priest: "..."
"Those few over there!"
With a frown, Big Ears yelled at the towering figures ahead, whose legs were pounding faster and faster, "Are you rushing to be reincarnated? Slow down, or by the time we arrive, you'll all be nearly dead!"
A group of burly men and women in heavy armor reluctantly slowed their pace.
"Ah, it's really not easy..."
Big Ears sighed and muttered to himself, "Why did Sister Feather Song choose me for this? Just setting the speed limit for these people is going to shave years off my life."
As the messenger and speed regulator of the joint task force's heavily armored interception squad, Big Ears's journey had been quite troubled. Although this team consisted of only two hundred people, and he was only responsible for the half walking in front, a significant percentage of whom were players, he still felt a bit of a headache... and a heavy pressure.
