Edinburgh.
An abandoned airport. Several giant planes that looked like monsters were parked on the runway, specialized transport aircraft for carrying mechas over long distances.
These transport aircraft were expensive to build and costly to maintain. Ordinary mecha groups simply could not afford them.
Looking across the globe, only a handful of mecha groups, such as the Giant Beast Strategy Department and Freedom Wings, could afford to keep these money-guzzling beasts.
When other mecha groups needed to transport equipment over long distances, they either chose cheaper mecha transport vehicles or rented aircraft from groups that owned them.
These aircraft bore the Strategic Affairs Department's insignia. Clearly, they were the department's dedicated planes for the force attacking Fog City.
"Careful. Watch the angle."
"Slowly, gently!"
Mechas were leaving the aircraft one after another and being temporarily parked at the airport.
Among them, the crimson Zhurong was the most eye-catching. After all, this divine mecha had achieved an astonishing battle record since its debut.
Especially after killing Virtues not long ago, it had attracted even more attention.
Zhurong had suffered severe damage in the battle against Virtues. Only after this period of emergency repairs had it finally been completely restored.
That was why it had managed to make it in time for the battle of Fog City and had been sent over with the Strategic Affairs Department's forces.
Besides Zhurong, there was another divine mecha at the scene. It belonged to Beidou, the captain of the Tianyong Squad.
It was named Po Jun.
Po Jun looked like an ancient general. Its appearance was imposing and domineering, especially its weapon.
It was a Mo saber.
The long handle was pitch-black, with golden inscriptions engraved upon it.
The blade was thick and gleaming white. No one knew how much giant beast blood it had