"Yi Lin."
"Xiao Wou."
Before Zhao Yulong called her name, Oda Mai had already drawn her sword in anticipation.
If Zhao Yulong hadn't let her go, it's likely that the sword, if not chopping down bugs, would have swung toward Zhao Yulong's face.
"Lu Hou."
Lu Hou wore a heavy shield on his back, his smile firm and intimidating.
"Right, who is she?"
Gu Sinan, still wearing the "White Cat" mask, had been silent, and Zhao Yulong, busy as he was, had not dealt with him yet.
"Friend."
Yi Lin briefly explained Gu Sinan's identity with two words.
Zhao Yulong frowned but didn't ask further.
After all, at a time like this, one more Angel Envoy meant one more bit of combat power.
...
"This is not a mission."
"Perhaps to say, 'mission' is no longer sufficient to describe the severity of the situation."
"This is a war!"
"A war across species!"
"And quite possibly, some of you will die in the damn bugs' mouths..."
"But we cannot retreat, nor can we not advance!"