"Dead, dead, they are dead!" Cheng Ziang retreated, his voice echoing alarm at the sight of the corpses.
The Bobulu man looked at him disdainfully, grumbled vulgarities under his breath, and directly went to strip the rune armor from the fallen machine gunner.
The design of their armor was somewhat similar to that of the northern ones, but it only covered the chest, offering virtually no protection for the limbs. Such armor might be effective against the Elf Race's swords, but it was worthless against the Advance Team's magic-breaking bullets. Nevertheless, the Bobulu man felt a sense of reassurance wearing it.
He put on the machine gunner's armor, while Cheng Ziang scrambled to pick up the discarded Lewis light machine gun, exhibiting a pitiable expression. "Bro, bro, how do I use this thing?" he asked timidly.
