Beep, beep.
The prompt's beeping gave Ling Tong's breathing a steady rhythm.
She sat inside a cockpit as spacious as a battleship's bridge. Four Advanced Mechs stood in its corners, processing massive streams of constantly updating data.
She was already preparing for battle.
Thanks to her dual cultivation with Daoist Wang, which had improved her physique, Ling Tong's physical strength now surpassed that of an ordinary Second Generation Half-Human Mech.
With minimal modification progress, she possessed maximum load-bearing capacity, extensive combat experience, and superb mech-piloting skills;
Ling Tong was now the perfect operator for a Super Large Mecha.
And the one she piloted was the Human Faction's third, and newest, Super Large Mecha.
Due to time constraints, the Super Large Mecha's Weapon System had not yet been fully calibrated. Its current overall combat strength was slightly inferior to the one Fu Jian piloted.
Originally, Fu Jian had not intended to send Ling Tong onto the battlefield so early.
But the situation was truly too dire.
Even now, this Super Large Mecha's left arm had yet to complete calibration. If it deployed now, there was a twenty to thirty percent chance that its left arm would crash.
Ling Tong and the Super Large Mecha's enormous maintenance team were both under immense pressure.
Ling Tong feared she would be unable to bring out the mech's proper combat power;
The maintenance team feared that their slow progress would lead to the collapse of an entire front.
"Sigh..."
Ling Tong let out a soft breath.
A silver-white Advanced Mech beside her turned its head and jokingly said in an electronically synthesized voice:
"Would a valiant and battle-hardened Colonel also feel uneasy under the pressure of war?"
"Of course," Ling Tong said with a smile. "My professional abilities only allow me to remain rational when