Zero Type and Hundred Type

"What on earth was Blue Planet's body made of? Iron?!

It actually changed its attack direction instantly while charging at such high speed.

How could such a terrifying monster emerge among Newtypes?"

Watching the number of Riot GM units on the battlefield steadily dwindle, Colonel Bask could not help but panic.

In the end, he had no choice but to order the launch of a retreat flare and call off the operation.

"Already retreating? Then it is time for me to clean up the battlefield."

Right in front of the retreating Riot GM units, Thor openly activated the capture net at the waist of the Destroyer Dias.

Before the retreating forces could recover their equipment, he gathered up the abandoned cooling shields, all kinds of weapons, and the relatively intact Riot GM parts scattered across the battlefield, stuffing them one by one into the net bag.

Then, right in front of them, he lifted one of the dozens of MS units whose pilots were still alive.

"Listen up, Titans commander on the other side. By the old rules, it is time to exchange supplies.

Do you still want these surviving Earth soldiers? They are all Earth's finest, you know."

"You despicable, shameless thief! Robber! Bastard!"

Furious, Colonel Bask slammed his fist down on the armrest of his captain's chair.

After struggling internally for a while, he helplessly waved his hand.

Following the Earth Federation Army's old standard rates, he ordered a batch of supplies, weapons, and ammunition sent out from the warship.

Of course, if Thor had not emphasized the words "Earth's finest" in front of everyone—

Bask, that old fox, would never have been willing to pay a ransom for those few dozen soldiers.

After the battle ended.

With ample supplies aboard the Argama, it continued cruising and patrolling