"Quick!"
"Thor, Tyr, Bane."
"Your mecha have been delivered. Board immediately, draw the mecha out of the mine, and create an opportunity for Jack and the others!"
McCleary shouted loudly.
He had just received word from Jack that the measuring instrument had reacted. This meant the Dragonriders had indeed found the Golden Apple.
The Golden Apple!
It was one of the gods' "legacies." If they could bring it back, McCleary felt that even in his lifetime, he might have a chance to sit in the general's seat.
He reacted swiftly, immediately notifying the air transport unit on standby to deliver Jack and the others' mecha at once.
Now, the air transport unit had arrived, and they were preparing to deploy the mecha.
Thor and the others did not need McCleary to remind them. They had already been waiting near the deployment site, and the moment they saw the air transport unit appear, they ran toward the drop zone.
Just then, they heard the howl of missiles tearing through the air.
Bane raised his head and saw missile after missile designed specifically for colossal beasts dragging brilliant trails of fire through the setting sun, viciously slamming into the mecha still suspended in midair.
Loki's mecha bore the brunt of the attack.
Under the bombardment, the lightweight mecha's armor shattered, sending fragments of all sizes flying in every direction.
The helicopters transporting the mecha were caught up in it as well. Some spiraled out of control and crashed, while others collided with one another in midair, exploding into fireballs.
Seeing this, McCleary roared, "Forget about the rest! Deploy the mecha immediately!"
The transport unit hurriedly disconnected the tow cables. At once, the remaining mecha plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground!
Even so, it was better than being hit