"Technical sergeant, you don't need a translator, you can understand."

Favers Dean's guards rampaged through the corridors, slicing through the alien with an axe, only to be wrapped in a soft tissue.

Flames erupted from the knuckles of the Specialty Power Gauntlet, and in three or two strokes, a gel emerged, leaving a puddle of slime in place.

"A bunch of brutes."

"It's strange, how could such a person become a Heroic Spirit like me?"

The technical sergeant is about to crack the difference

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