Chapter 205: What Remains in the End (5)
Over the clouded eyes of the demented old man, a scattering spark flickered.
Two swords, one shield, and a single grenade.
The Commander immediately realized what was happening. That Earthling bastard had mimicked Pyroclastic Devastation.
It was a terrifying talent.
A martial art most people couldn’t even properly learn. And yet he had seen through it in the middle of that brief clash.
Talent on par with, or perhaps even beyond, the Marcher Lord.
Of course, it wasn’t a perfect imitation. The unsteady, flickering sparks were proof of that. But precisely because of that, the Commander felt even more astonished.
The grenade in the guy’s hand—without a doubt, it was meant to compensate for the lacking explosive power.
If someone like that had been by the Marcher Lord’s side... or even back when Stalin was toying with the Golden Barrel, how different things might’ve—
...Huh?
Aren’t we in the middle of a war right now? What the hell am I talking about?
The Commander closed his eyes, confusion and embarrassment washing over him. He felt the hot breath of heat drawing closer to his face.