"If I didn't consider that you still need to continue fighting, I would even have the right to shoot you right now!!" Roy looked at DuPont calmly.

"Shoot me!"

"Just you retainers!"

Dupont's eyes flashed with psychic light, and wisps of electricity and flames began to escape from the corners of his eyes, which was a sign that the psychic was ready for battle.

“Bold!”

Roy's guard was instantly furious and pulled out his weapon and pointed it at DuPont.

These guards wear lightweight power armor, which is a small single-person armor that also has good defensive capabilities in combat. It also gives soldiers more strength boost and can even withstand several rounds of rapid-fire cannon fire.

Of course, with such high defense, the cost is not cheap.

DuPont just glanced at Roy's guard, and the electric arc instantly knocked down the guard's gun, which made the staff even more nervous.

This time, not only Roy's guards, but even the surrounding staff officers put their hands on the pistols at their waists.

DuPont looked at the staff officers around him with contempt. Although there were psychics among them, the level of their psychic powers and the methods of using psychic powers to fight were very poor.

Most psychics are no match for mecha masters, and this is reflected in all aspects, including slower training speed and worse combat capabilities.

"Roy, take care of your people!"

"I have already applied to my superiors to evacuate the Behemoth Steel Works with my knights and entourage!"

"The last thing I came here for was to lend you a hand since we've been fighting together for a while!"

"Since you don't want to, then you and your brigade will die in this damn place!"

"snort!!"

(Wrong time, damn)