"Yawgmoth... I... you..."
The prayer of the Scientific Knight, Tang Lurong, was stuck in the synthesizer, brewing for tens of seconds, but ultimately never spoken.
Because he had just been exchanging bullets with the troops under Yawgmoth.
Tang Lurong had just experienced... the worst day.
Although on the day he became a hermit of the Six Dragons Sect, Tang Lurong thought he was prepared to "betray humanity". He had imagined the scene of himself fighting against the Protector Army more than once.
But Tang Lurong also had to admit, the moment this Scientific Knight set foot on the battlefield, he fell into a state of paralysis.
He didn't know where the enemy was.
The complex electromagnetic environment on the battlefield rendered the radar of his prosthetic body useless. He could only control an area a few meters around him, such a small, insignificant piece of land.
Compared to the entire battlefield, an inconsequential piece.
