As the Zergs were about to break the ponderous gate of the storage room, a thousand spikes erupted from the holes on the ground, skewering all of them like Shish taouks. This was not a storage room; it was a slaughterhouse specially designed for this particular occasion.
Kaost was not as oblivious as he seemed after all, but what else did he know?
Kaost looked through the window at the heated battle indifferently. There was only one thing that weighed heavily on his mind, "Where are Samantha and Patroclus?" Out of all the personnel that he had sent to the space city. He only planned to have the two of them to return safely. What had gone wrong?
Wang Tong hammered his way through throngs of humanoids, as most of the resistance was reduced to pulp under the lance of Einherjar. All this while, Wang Tong refuse to look back.
