The radio immediately began calling him frantically. He had originally wanted to answer, denounce Shi Tie Zhu's unimaginable demonic acts, and call more people over to surround and suppress him. But he had no idea how to operate the thing in the first place, and in his panic, his right hand somehow trembled and suddenly—click—rejected the call.
The next moment, his right hand pressed some other button. Hot currents suddenly blasted from beneath the machine's ribs, and the mech shot into the air in the blink of an eye, quickly soaring to over forty meters.
Only then did Rajish realize that something was wrong with his right hand.
"What's going on?! What the hell is going on?!"
Rajish stared at his right hand in terror. He felt as though some demonic force was flowing through the footprint on his hand, bewitching his right hand into rebelling against his will.
He hurriedly grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, futilely trying to restrain it.
But then his left palm also went numb and itchy. His left hand released his right wrist of its own accord, and both hands began twitching as they moved on their own.
A colossal terror swept through his heart. Rajish's mouth went dry, and he stood there wide-eyed and tongue-tied.
At the same time, the dizzying rotational acceleration left him reeling.
He did not know that the mech he was piloting was flying wildly through the sky like a headless fly.
One moment, it slammed into the Sky Screen with booming impacts, making everyone panic and fear that he would smash the Sky Screen to pieces.
The next, it danced wildly through the air at low altitude, its autocannon firing nonstop and slaughtering the puppet army below until blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled like