After hearing Hu Tianyi's words, Luo Yan understood why the Storm Giant, which had just emerged from Yanfu, had attacked the Freedom Wings mecha the moment it saw them.
Because behind those two mecha were Holy Projections, and the aura of gods.
"Retreat."
Luo Yan issued the order decisively.
Let Freedom Wings draw the Storm Giant's attention. They could use the opportunity to escape.
On a distant hillside, McCleary watched the direction of the mine and saw the giant from Yanfu entangled with the mecha on his side.
The Dragonriders' forces were retreating. If this continued, the Golden Apple would fall into the hands of the Strategic Affairs Department.
McCleary's face turned livid. Grabbing the communicator, he roared, "Bane, Tyr, stop tangling with that giant!"
"Go after the Dragonriders. You must stop them!"
Bane's bitter voice came through the communicator. "We want to, Mr. McCleary, but this giant won't let us go. We can't break free."
"Damn it! How did this happen!"
McCleary angrily picked up another communicator. "Jack, Loki, what's your situation?"
A moment later, Loki's voice came through the communicator. "Jack can't answer you anymore, sir."
"He's been roasted."
McCleary's body swayed involuntarily.
Thor was dead, and now Jack was dead too.
Their side was probably going to suffer a crushing defeat.
No!
Absolutely not!
McCleary forced himself to pull together and said in a deep voice, "Loki, board your mecha immediately. Use your ability to draw that giant away."
"That way, Bane and Tyr can go after the Strategic Affairs Department's personnel."
Loki said listlessly, "All right. I'll do my best."
She put down the communicator and muttered, "Why do they always dump the toughest jobs on me? I don't want to do this anymore!"
Though she said that, she still boarded her mecha.
A moment later,