The Fully Enclosed Helmet had not blocked out sound.
So he could still hear the noises from outside.
It was a piercing buzz sharp enough to rupture eardrums.
The world before his eyes shook violently, tilted, and collapsed.
"Ugh!" Wu Hang cried out in pain.
A section of the maintenance station's ceiling crashed down directly onto him, pinning him underneath.
Fortunately, he was wearing a Second Generation Mecha, so he had no visible injuries. Still, the impact from the ceiling had nearly caused internal bleeding.
"Wu Hang! Are you all right?!" Lin Nian'en struggled to raise her head, trying to check on him.
But then the second and third terrifying impacts came one after another.
The ground shuddered madly beneath the continuous bombardment, as though the entire Space Fortress were groaning in agony.
Outside the maintenance station, the monotonous wail of the alarm was gone.
In its place were the dying screams of the garrison personnel.
The roar of Energy Weapons firing automatically, along with the ongoing collapse and disintegration of the Space Fortress.
"Go! Get out of here! We can't stay here!"
Chen Yanjun roared, his ears still buzzing.
He struggled up from the ground, seized Old Man Zhao and Lin Nian'en by the arms, and desperately dragged them toward a crack in the maintenance station wall that had been split open by the tremors.
Wu Hang activated his mecha's Mechanical Arms, shoved aside the section of ceiling crushing him, and gritted his teeth as he followed.
Supporting one another, they staggered out of the maintenance station, now reduced to Ruins. The sight that met them nearly drove them to despair.
The Space Fortress before them was no longer the massive domed structure they knew, with its pale blue hues.
It had been twisted completely into a grotesque heap