Chapter 552: CLXXXI. Whether you are a Dragon
Holy Spirit Calendar, 2690, August 6.
Drifting City, Black Sail Stronghold, located at the artificially excavated terrace atop the rock formation, equipped with sun umbrellas and an excellent view.
"Damn it, it’s not just you having trouble with the climate; I feel a bit off too."
Wolman came up to the terrace for some fresh air.
The Great Wetland is hot, but it’s a humid and stifling kind of heat, like a rainforest climate. This place, however, is too dry. Ox would turn into dried fish here, and Wolman’s lungs were itching, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was smoking a large self-rolled cigarette, exhaling clouds to alleviate his lungs.
"Sorry, I’m feeling great now, just waiting for Liszt to send the coordinates so we can head to the battlefield."
Rein was fiddling with his left hand’s Brutal Punishment. He still hadn’t figured it out after all these days.
Currently, they often lose contact with the front line.
The last time they communicated with Liszt, that guy only said that Earth is very dangerous now and urged them to return to Mars. He told them to wait in Drifting City. Liszt still hoped to take over Drifting City after Uborio’s energy exhausted.
The situation was a bit rushed then, and Liszt didn’t know Sharon had already arrived.
"Hey, big sis, are you really alright like this?"