Chichu Chun, before her reason broke loose, used the last of her strength to sweep out her scythe, forcing back all the soldiers trying to control her. She grabbed with both hands and astonishingly lifted a tank, hurling it far away, where it exploded with a bang and turned into scrap metal.
The swarm surrounded her, protecting her in the center, driving away and biting the soldiers approaching, shielding the girl with their bodies from bombardments and heavy firepower.
"Don't come near...me!"
Chichu Chun roared hoarsely like a caged beast. She could no longer sense the presence of the Syndicate nearby. Maybe she had killed all the Syndicate, whether ordinary soldiers or senior officers, or even commanders above the rank of colonel.
Perhaps they had already left the battlefield upon sensing danger. She had done everything she could, and now it was time for her judgment.
"Make the judgment quickly, Patriarch." Rosetta's elite urged.
