Inside a room in the temporary headquarter set up in the underground armory.
There, Yasmin and Benedict were discussing with each other across the table.
"Let's use the translinger."
"...... are you serious?"
Benedict cocked an eyebrow at Yasmin's decision.
"It's time. The bunch of hooded cloaks we just saw on camera is a particularly famous group among the alien elite called the Destroyers. They are Highland Zephyr. It is different from the aliens we have seen so far."
Yasmin bit her nails with an impatient look on her face.
"...... I didn't expect that Papameyan to show up here......."
Her pretty face was solemn.
"But it's been 100 years since we met here. Today is--......!"
She started to say something and then swallowed her words.
"--On top of that, that butcher even uses some unknown skills that even I don't know about. This is not a situation where I can afford to hesitate. We should bring out the stock of vibraton blades as well. And call Garnier back. It's only a matter of time before he tracks us here."
"Translinger never succeeded. Is Penrose's okay with this?"
"The guy won't complain if you tell him it's to kill aliens."
There was a bang, a wild knock, and the door was opened.
"Old man, the aliens are attacking! We need to evacuate!"
Sheridan said as soon as he entered the room.
"How bad is it?"
"Many of the monsters created by that Butcher are approaching here. The creatures seem to have indiscriminately attacked aliens as well. Thanks to this, 88 is now in a state of three-way warfare between humans, aliens, and the monster."
"Even if we evacuate, where are we going? The city is now covered by that meat dorm."
"For now, it seems that Alpha and Bravo are gathering up the vehicles and men scattered around the Fort and regrouping the troops. The Lieutenant General has been escorted by Delta and is heading that way. Charlie's team remains on guard outside from the top of the wall, and Fox is scattered throughout the city, busy providing support at key points. Charlie has tried concentrated incendiary attacks on the meat wall and found that he can make a hole through it, though, It closes up very quickly, but we may be able to get out of there."
Sheridan reported quickly, and Yasmin growled.
"Before we move, we need to relocate the prototypes and other research data we have in here to somewhere safe. Call Fox--"
At that moment, the door opened, this time without knocking.
Dominic staggered into the room, his hand pressed against the wall as he slumped to his knees. One-half of his face was badly burned.
Sheridan looked surprised.
"Dominic, what happened to your face!??"
"I got caught in the dragonkin's breathe...... Abigail's guy, I knew she was working with the aliens.............!"
"I-I'm glad that you're safe......."
"Mother, we failed to capture that woman. What should we do next?"
"Now is not the time for this. We need you to go out to fight too."
"Oh, okay.......Sheridan. Give me the weapon. Where's the mass-produced vibraton blade?"
"Uh, that's---"
"Dominic."
Yasmin said, interrupting Sheridan.
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"We have a much more powerful weapon."
"...... you mean the prototype................"
"Yes. this ring."
"Give it to me."
Without hesitation, Dominic held out his hand.
Before he could, Sheridan took the translinger from her.
"No, you can't! We haven't had any success yet! Besides, we have very little of this newer type in inventory. We can't waste it--
"He will be fine. He's my son."
"But you can't just things and do it without any synchronization..."
Dominic approaches a reluctant Sheridan.
"Give it to me Sheridan! The enemy is almost at our doorstep!"
"No! Say something!! old man!"
Just as the two began to push and shove each other over the ring, a voice reached them from behind the door that had been left open.
"Found you-----Yasmiiiiiiiin........."
It was undoubtedly that voice that had crippled the main force in the plaza, destroyed the Despot, and was now bringing 88 to the brink of destruction.
Everyone in the room gasped and stared at the door at the unsettling voice, which sounded as if it were coming through a voice-changing microphone.
however, the owner of the voice makes a surprise entrance.
A thick arm shot through the concrete wall.
A big gray hand grabbed the wall and tore it apart.
Through a gaping hole in the wall, a huge figure entered the room. It is no need to confirm his identity. It was the butcher.
Dominic repeatedly fired his pistol.
But that didn't work on the Butcher. The bullets ricocheted in the small room, penetrated some pipe, and steam gushed out from it.
"--Give it to me quickly, Sheridan!!"
*Bang*---"Ah!!"
When Dominic pulls hard on the ring in Sheridan's hand, the pistol fires, perhaps unintentionally.
Dominic snatched the ring from Sheridan's hand, which had lost its strength.
He shot a glance at Sheridan and clicked his tongue.
"--Tch, you're a prat until the end....... Mother, we can't compete with the Butcher in such a small space! We need a bigger place!!
Dominic chooses to escape with Yasmin and runs out the door.
Gevaudan chased after them with a furious shout.
Arshella soon followed, then the aggrieved Tiriel.
"What the..."
Abigail and the others strode into the room, where Sheridan was left alone in his white coat that stained red around his chest, while Benedict held him in his arms.