A normal model of mecha was usually between six and fifteen meters tall. The basic version, without too much extra equipment installed, was six meters at its lowest. The more weapons and equipment it carried, the taller it was.
On the Titan, the two mechas that had just left the Combat Bay were about eight meters tall. They were stronger than the basic version, but not by too much. To deal with a Light Mecha, they were more than enough.
[Distance to target: 2,550 meters] [Distance to target: 1,500 meters] [Distance to target: 500 meters]
Inside the Main Control Room, at the center of the enormous virtual screen, the three representatives watched the distance displayed in the upper left corner of the image, each with different feelings. In the upper right corner, a small screen had also been split off, showing the perspective of the mechas dispatched from the spaceship.
"Laus, relax. We already adjusted the power of some of the weapons on the mechas in the Combat Bay ahead of time. Forget being unable to pierce a Light Mecha—even if those empty-handed idiots are hit, at most they'll only suffer minor injuries. Toss them into a Medical Pod, and they'll be healed in minutes."
Count Werner Mazuh patted Viscount Bohand on the shoulder and comforted him.
"Besides, even I don't want to be accused of deliberately murdering nobles."
"I know, Principal."
As the two of them spoke, the two mechas were only one turn away from He Zhao.
"Energy reaction detected. Probability of hostile mecha: 95%. Probability of someone who has broken their own limits: 3%. Probability of high-powered energy weapon: 2%."
Inside the Light Mecha, Xiao Du's prompt sounded by his ear.
"Prepare Gold-Devouring Missiles."
After giving the order, he handed weapon control over to the Intelligent Life.