But compared to the Natives of that time who could command several armies of Magical Beasts, the current Natives can only dispatch a part of their Elite Hunters and Berserkers to break through.
Yet this poses a greater threat to the city's garrison.
The Native Elite Hunters launched their attack, systematically killing the soldiers in the turrets. Scott and his teammates fought desperately, killing the invading Hunters... but the cost was that only he survived.
"Those bastard Natives are coming for us, damn it."
"Fuck, we can't just let this kid go to his death, right?"
"Scott, guard the flank, protect the Alchemical Cannon... what are you wasting time for, this is your task!"
"Kill! Fight these bastard Natives!"
"Why are you crying? Kid, you have to live..."
"..."
Scott still couldn't do anything.
But this time, he became the 'doable' for others. His life was the result of others' help.
——I must do something...
