Bright light illuminated the spacious mech cockpit. The young officer gripping the mech controls raised his head and looked at the display screens ahead.
The Seraph Mechs fighting desperately amid the dense, surging army occupied the center of every screen.
"They are true warriors."
He lowered his head and murmured.
"Yeah."
In the corner of the cockpit, the Fur Coat Man, his body bound and wounded, also looked up at the screens and quietly replied.
Then he slowly shifted his gaze toward the officer piloting the mech and asked with a smile, "So what about you? What exactly are you plotting?"
The young officer did not answer him. He pulled the controls, preparing to steer the mech away.
But at that instant, the entire cockpit suddenly shook. Countless crimson alarm windows popped up across every screen, and then the displays began flickering violently, their images blurring and warping.
The young officer was stunned by the sudden change. He hurriedly began pressing buttons on the console before him.
Very quickly, he noticed something. He pulled the mech controls, turned around, and looked behind him.
Then he reached out and shut down the screens one by one, leaving only the bare windows.
His gaze passed through the windows and looked outside.
A bright glimmer rose from the edge of the horizon, while dense ranks of mechanical armored troops stretched between heaven and earth.
At the very end of the armored force, above the vast, densely packed army, a force that warped space descended from the sky like a surging wave crashing down from the celestial river, sweeping toward everything below.
Invisible ripples streaked through the void, sweeping across the entire camp in an instant before that distorted force arrived.
It was as though a gigantic electromagnetic pulse weapon had been discharged at