The battle ended in an instant. In just a few seconds, the Winged God Armor exhausted all the energy in Feis's shield.
At first, the scene was deathly silent. Then earthshaking cheers erupted.
"A sacred relic! The sacred relic has chosen its master!"
"So someone really can wear that divine armor?"
"Hua Ji! Hua Ji!"
"A god descended from heaven!"
"Incredible! No matter how powerful a human is, they can't compete with something built to roam the stars."
Watching their sacred relic, the Winged God, transform from a cabin into a dazzling, six-meter-tall armored form radiating divine might and defeat the arrogant Feis in moments, everyone cheered.
The Winged God's armored form was simply magnificent. It hardly looked like a mech at all, but rather a living person.
Its body was rich in detail from head to toe, with clearly defined layers of muscle and scaled armor. Its joints moved like those of a living creature, and its skin gleamed like gold.
Its eagle head turned from side to side without the slightest stiffness, and its wings flapped freely with a rhythmic whoosh.
Even its sharp eagle eyes looked alive and extraordinarily expressive. They could even blink! This was no mech—it was a living incarnation of Horus, god of the sky, standing right before them! Huang Ji himself felt remarkably comfortable. It did not feel as though he was controlling something external; instead, it felt like his own body.
The noisy voices by his ears and the caress of the wind felt like firsthand sensations. He could even smell the sickly sweet scent of blood in the air.
His five senses had fused with the mech as though they shared a single lifeblood.
*So this is an alien mech. Their technology is so advanced that controlling a machine feels no