Jason, suspended in midair by Leo, was shrouded in an indestructible barrier that blocked every attack fired at him from all around.
Now fully recovered, Jason looked awkwardly at the scene around him, helplessly captured by Leo once again.
Hanging in the air and watching the Mecha warriors constantly being destroyed around him, he was still shaken by the overwhelming might Leo had displayed.
Looking at the Milan, which had been wrecked beyond recognition, Leo could only cover his face and smile bitterly. "Damn, looks like the Milan really needs to be rebuilt."
"I wonder if Quill will cry. He only just finished cleaning the Milan, and now it's been turned into this."
Before them, both wings had been destroyed, while the originally clean blue-and-yellow hull had been blasted into a pile of mangled scrap metal.
If Leo hadn't returned in time, the Milan's cabin would probably have been riddled with holes by now.
But looking at it in its current state, it was probably only worth selling as scrap metal.
If it were sent for repairs, it would honestly be more cost-effective to buy another one.
The main door was suddenly kicked open by Rocket. The injury on his thigh had already been repaired, while the battered Milan had clearly lost almost all of its functions.
"Rocket, are you all right?"
Leo flew down while carrying Jason and asked.
As for the dozens of suits scattered farther away, Red Whale would deal with them.
"I'm fine. If you'd arrived ten seconds later, I'd be dead."
Rocket answered casually as he jumped down from the wreckage of the Milan.
Only then did he turn around and look at the Milan's hull, which had been bombarded into scrap. He shook his head slightly. "Quill's probably going to lose it. He'd only