The water was already spilled.
At the decision made by their commander, the American soldiers only glanced at each other, unable to charge at Roman Dmitry.
It was a complex problem.
They did not have the courage to dare point their weapons at an Emperor, and above all, having been overwhelmed by just one person, Kim Pan-seok, they did not think they could do anything against him.
Everyone froze.
As they watched the situation, blinking their eyes, Roman Dmitry approached the soldiers with slow steps.
Step, step.
The distance gradually closed.
The American soldiers hesitated and stepped back, sending desperate gazes to John Harrison as if pleading for him to stop this situation.
However, John Harrison was just as confused.
He had accepted the desperate reality, but the command to ‘attack’ Roman Dmitry would not come out of his mouth.
He clenched his teeth.
It had to be done.
John Harrison also drew his weapon.
“Soldiers of America, listen. If your limbs are broken, I too will break my own limbs. Therefore…”
It was then.
Just as he was about to move forward with burning determination, Roman Dmitry finally came face to face with the American soldiers.
Crack.
“Kuaaaaaaack!”
It was a terrible scream.