Therefore, landing on the planet for combat duty wasn't a tough chore for them; it was a plum assignment!
How could Aus not keep such a lucrative opportunity for his own Third Legion and instead hand it over to them? Something didn't seem right.
Under normal circumstances, if they fought alongside the Third Legion, they'd be lucky to catch even a sip of soup. Now they were being given the meat to chew, Artud was genuinely worried it might chip a tooth.
He knew better than anyone what kind of person Aus was—that guy was anything but friendly or merciful.
"Legion Commander? What's wrong?"
His subordinates, seeing Artud silent for so long, asked in bewilderment.
"Nothing, relay my order to land on the planet!"
Artud said coldly.
"Yes!"
Hearing Artud's order, his subordinates became excited, like starved wolves that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.
But just as they were about to leave the command center,
Artud spoke up.