"Again!"
Even though the armored suit's arm had been damaged by the impact, and the other three in the cockpit had been rattled senseless by the ultra-high-speed collision, Ian, with the foundation of a Sand Armor Apprentice, did not feel a thing.
This level of impact? He would not have feared it even with his own body, let alone with a layer of armor outside him.
Only now did he suddenly understand—perhaps the true purpose of the Sand Armor Apprentice... or rather, the Immovable Fortress inheritance, was to pilot armored suits and Aether Armor in this lopsided world of the Terra Continent.
Acceleration forces, impacts on the chassis, unexpected shaking and dizziness—none of those problems existed for an Immovable Fortress.
In contrast, a complete Aether Armor or even an Apocalypse Armament could perfectly make up for the mobility and offensive means lacking in an Immovable Fortress practitioner!
Just like this...
"Mm..."
At this moment, the Crocodile Dragon had recovered. Its six eyes were fixed firmly on the already battered armored suit, brimming with wariness.
Although the Great Shaman had guessed that his target had seized the pirates' armored suit, he had never expected the other party to be so bold—daring to confront him head-on even while piloting unfamiliar armor. He had indeed suffered a major loss through a moment of carelessness, but the other side had sustained even greater damage.
Without arms or weapons, and without deep-sea torpedoes or other war gear, this naval armored suit could no longer pose any threat to him.
"A dying struggle?"
Thinking this, the Great Shaman nevertheless saw the armless armored suit charge at him once more.
—Ridiculous.
Though he did not take it seriously at all, the Great Shaman still manipulated the power of the earth in response, out of caution.
Complex glowing