Chapter 150
Chapter 150
I arrived at Francec’s camp with Ivan slung over my shoulder. The atmosphere felt far more militarized than when I had left. Since additional armored forces had joined, I could see full-body prosthetics and armored vehicles.
The sound of rain falling on the metal hulls of the armored units was eerily cold. Perhaps due to my mental state, the outlines in my auditory vision appeared in a bluish-white hue.
Francec’s forces had taken on the appearance of an army. The properly trained troops numbered around five hundred, but any more than that would have been difficult to maneuver within the city.
‘This district is nearly secured as well.’
I looked around at the buildings still smoldering with residual heat and the half-destroyed vehicles. They bore the scars of battle. Francec’s forces, having emerged victorious against the rioters, were advancing along the ring road.
At the center of the unit was a large armored vehicle serving as the command vehicle. The interior was spacious enough to hold more than twenty people, and its defensive capabilities were excellent—it could withstand an airstrike.
I felt the gazes of those looking at me in confusion. They had no idea who Ivan, the prisoner I had captured, was.
‘I need to ride this momentum. By tomorrow, people will come to their senses. They’ll realize what they’re doing.’
Whether Francec negotiated with the Emperor or forced his abdication, it had to be concluded by tonight. The moment reason returned, Francec’s faction would fall apart.
Vrrr—
I approached the command vehicle. As it moved at a walking pace, its door opened.