Unknowingly.
Duncan had already taken advantage of the chaos to kill over ten enemy units, not just the cultists, but also the people of the Mechanical Divine Sect.
Since everyone disregarded human life, he conformed to local customs.
Even if it meant dying here today!
Duncan was determined to forcibly elevate Human Form No. 3's strength to approach the level of an Upper-Rank Heroic Spirit.
At this moment, he had already approached the ruins of the industrial district. As the whistling shells streaked across the sky, the artillery fortifications of the Mechanical Divine Sect launched another bombardment. This time, however, it was very close to his position, and amidst the violent explosions, a small piece of steel fragment embedded itself in his back, reducing the Life Bar by a notch.
"Shit!"
The artillery bombardment was truly annoying; everyone had become the version of themselves they hated most.
