Story Reader / Collab / Untold Naraka / Story
Future. Is. The. Void! We. Don't need. A tyrant!
No leader! No tyranny!
Destroy! Destroy! Only our faction! Can rule the world!
Mechanoids occupy both sides of the street, raising their arms with weapons drawn.
As if realizing that the phrases formed with their standard voice library are useless in overcoming the other side, the voices rising from the confronting camps gradually die down.
Instead, the crowd of mechanoids at the front begins to divide into smaller groups.
In silence, the two sides assign their targets, then approach the opposing groups.
As the small groups draw near each other, they collide into a chaotic frenzy.
As they meet, all the mechanoids raise their arms and attack.
Are the mechanoids... trying to kill each other?
Lee transmits the drone footage onto your screens, displaying an amalgamation of red and blue.
A slightly larger red mechanoid swings its hands and smashes the upper half of a blue mechanoid against a wall, crushing the remaining half of its head.
—At which point, four sharp metal blades pierce through the blue mechanoid's back simultaneously.
However, the four small red mechanoids responsible for the attack are immediately torn to pieces by the blue mechanoid reinforcements.
The formations come together, then spread apart slightly. A larger mechanoid standing among the two factions issues an unintelligible command, causing the formations to merge once more.
Among the mass of red and blue mechanoids, a chaotic flurry of fragmented armor flies out from the crowded mass.
No, this isn't senseless killing.
It's a war between the red and blue factions.
A war?
It appears so.
The battle is spread across the entire area... We have no choice but to go through it.
The battle is spread across the entire area... It's not a matter of can or cannot, but rather how much time that would take.
If that's the case, then, Commandant, I'll take point.
I'm just fulfilling my role as an Attacker Construct appointed by Babylonia to serve as the commandant's blade.
The commandant's wish is my command.
I'll provide covering fire. It's what I do best.
I'll monitor your injuries from the rear and provide medical attention as necessary.
Roger!
