The sky was packed with Hell Apostle Mecha, waves of armored cars formed battle lines, and countless Dragon Rider Fighters layered over one another like mountain ranges.
These overlapping War Machines formed a towering mechanical cliff from top to bottom, and every part of that cliff stared fixedly at the Old Man below, who stood with a golden cane and wore a gray suit.
Compared with these amassed war machines, the Old Man's figure was as tiny as a speck of dust.
Yet it was that dust-like body that made the magnificent mechanical cliff tremble. They clustered together, facing the Old Man in their strongest formations, yet none dared step within ten meters of him.
It was as though invisible blades had carved heaven and earth apart, forming a barrier before these war machines.
Standing at the very edge of the entire force, the officer who had arrived here first stared blankly at everything before him.
He had imagined countless times what the Mercenary Group's confrontation with Lynn might look like. He had also imagined countless times what kind of strength this impeccably dressed Old Man possessed, but he had never imagined anything like this.
This was the first time he had seen the Commander deploy such a massive formation. It might also have been the first time since the Kopes Mercenary Group was founded that it had reacted so intensely.
He knew very well what kind of army he served in.
They had overwhelming numbers, the most advanced weapons, and elite soldiers tempered in blood.
Unlike the pampered soldiers of the Ives Space System, wrapped in advanced technology, most of them were warriors who dared to battle mutant beasts in the wilderness and fight Wilderness Wanderers several times their number hand-to-hand.
Along Kepesi Mining's trade routes, no bandit or