Space Fortress descended upon Earth the next day, landing in a windless region of the Pacific Ocean. There were no islands nearby, only empty open waters.
Its speed was equally inexplicable. Despite its immense size, it had traveled from the Moon to Earth in an incredibly short time.
Soon, numerous ships sailed over. They had been waiting in the surrounding area for a long time.
Cargo ships weighing tens or even hundreds of thousands of tons, laden with huge quantities of supplies and personnel, entered the lower hatches of Space Fortress one after another.
Wenren Sheng's Puppet Man hovered in midair, watching the scene.
One Gundam after another also hovered in the air, escorting the cargo ships.
From time to time, captains and sailors waved at the towering robots.
"Hey, big guy, can you roll over? Roll like an airplane?" someone teased.
A Gundam immediately spun 720 degrees in midair, drawing rounds of applause.
"What a peaceful world..." the Gundam pilot said sincerely.
"Yeah. There's no hatred without reason, no endless conflict and slaughter. Everyone can rationally weigh their interests and carefully maintain the boundaries between one another," another pilot replied over the communications channel.
"Exactly. The old world was so ridiculous. Earth and the space colonies wanted to destroy each other just over struggles for power. You launched nukes, so I launched nukes too. Weren't they afraid the nukes would destroy the decision-makers themselves as well?" a third person sighed.
"This place is better. People can control their own Fate..."
The moment the pilots finished speaking, an alarm suddenly sounded inside the Gundam cockpits: "Distress signal received!"
A red dot then appeared on the map, marking a cargo ship of several hundred thousand tons below.
One Gundam accepted the rescue mission and quickly descended beside the cargo ship according