Above the ruins of Paris, dark-red karmic fire burned the clouds into a sea of blood.
Warning: Armor damage rate exceeds 80%, life support system about to go offline.
The harsh synthesized electronic voice echoed frantically inside the cockpit.
Season Star wiped the blood from her forehead, her hands pulling a trail of afterimages across the control panel.
The remaining left arm of the Truth Judgment Mecha raised a tattered data light shield, desperately blocking the ten-thousand-meter giant axe descending from above.
"Human machinery, as fragile as paper."
The God of Wrath's eardrum-shattering voice smashed down from the clouds. He gripped the giant axe with both hands, and the karmic fire poured madly down the axe blade, directly burning a massive hole through the data light shield.
On the other side, the God of Gluttony, who looked like a flesh mountain, opened hundreds of mouths, gnawing on the surrounding space law. His greedy gaze had long since locked onto the mecha core.
"Wrath, don't chop the core to pieces. There is pure logic origin inside, crunchy and delicious, I've called dibs." The God of Gluttony mumbled while chewing on spatial fragments.
Down in the ruins, a group of Foreign Server Players lay prone behind cover, not even daring to draw a full breath.
The true bodies of two Upper Gods had descended, and merely the overflowing pressure pinned them to the ground, unable to stand.
Crack!
The light shield shattered completely, and the giant axe, carrying the kinetic energy to split a continent, smashed fiercely toward the mecha's cockpit.
Season Star took a deep breath, preparing to forcibly detonate the mecha core to perish together with these two monsters.
Suddenly, the void in front of the mecha split open without warning.
A gray-black sword Qi swept out from the crack,