The thick scent of blood nearly turning into liquid surged through the nasal cavity. The helmet's built-in air filtration system had long since been damaged in the battle, but the warrior Spade had already ignored the discomfort coming from his nose. He was wholly focused, entirely dedicated to slaughtering the endless stream of serpent-like alien invaders before him.
As an official member of the Dragon Lion's Tooth Battle Group, Spade had long realized his boyhood dreams. He had acquired all the material and emotional needs he had as a youth. Now, he had just one life goal.
To fight for the Holy Dragon Emperor!
The world conquered by the battle group had erupted into rebellion once again. Not only that, the rebels had brutally murdered their battle companions and the Governor in charge of administration.
