Rankin looked at the opponents that were getting closer and closer to him outside the defensive wall. He bitterly threw the cigarette in his hand onto the ground and used his military boot to stomp on them.

"Damn it, stop them!" Haven't you all eaten?

Through the communication device that Nocturnal carried on his tactical suit, Rankin scolded.

Right now, there was a battle going on with the New barracks, and it was an assessment. The New barracks chose ...