Sandman, what the hell is a sentinel mech?

"Take their weapons and let's go!" Years passed, and the once youthful An had become increasingly steady through his training with the Raven Guard.

Not only was the location of the Saviors' eastern sector attacked, but camps in several other areas also saw uprisings by Miner slaves against armed Overseers at the same time.

However, not all camps were as smooth as An's area. While the Overseers who happened to be in the mine shafts were successfully killed, those near the main roads and camp platforms were not so fortunate.

The criminals in the western sector had practically paved a path for the Miner brothers in other camps to launch their offensive with their own corpses.

Hundreds of thousands of bodies, riddled with holes from Laser Guns, lay fallen around every outpost. The air was filled with a nauseating, roasted-meat stench.

"Only at this moment did we truly recognize these criminals from the western sector as members of the Lycaeus Miners," the Raven Guard's record keeper wrote in his post-event memoir.

"Kill all these Overseers, we don't need prisoners!" Arendi, the highest commander of the outer perimeter, issued this brutal order. The Miners had neither the time nor the manpower and resources to guard these Overseers.

"Tear them apart!! For our dead friends and family!"

"I wish I could eat you bloodsucking dogs alive!!!"

The Raven Guard left some severely injured or disarmed Overseers behind and hurried to encircle and eliminate those on the outer perimeter of the High Tower.

The remaining injured Overseers didn't even have time to rejoice in their survival before they saw groups of ragged Miners, their eyes glowing red, closing in on them.

Stones, shovels, pickaxes... countless mining tools of the Miners transformed into deadly weapons at this moment, mercilessly raining down upon the Overseers who had oppressed them for countless years.

Some of the truly enraged Miners even lunged forward, biting ferociously at the Overseers who had once stood above them, defecating and urinating, and acting with impunity.

Lycaeus, silent for centuries, truly erupted at this moment.

High Tower

"This is the kind of trash found at the bottom of the High Tower?" Sharojin decapitated Agamemnon with a single strike, his heart unmoved.

Sharojin remembered very clearly that when Kosandman sent him to deliver a message to the High Tower, he hadn't even met the person in charge of the supply point, let alone this important figure who controlled the fate and material exchange of all Overseers on Lycaeus. Yet now, this arrogant big shot was as powerless as an ant he could crush with a flick of his hand.

Sharojin could guarantee that he wasn't holding back, he was practically drowning them.

If Agamemnon had a chance to speak, he would have roared at Sharojin, "Take off that Precision Power Armor if you dare!"

Yes, Korax had casually taken a set of Precision Power Armor from the Lord of the High Tower's private vault, and it had been given to Sharojin. This made the already exceptionally talented Sharojin even more deadly.

Now, Sharojin basically undertook missions alone. It was simple: his teammates couldn't keep up with his pace, and those who could keep up didn't need such an extraordinary team to deal with them on Lycaeus.

Acting alone allowed them to maximize their value.

"Next mission objective: destroy the defensive facilities set up on the middle level of the High Tower." Sharojin crossed Agamemnon's name off his portable notebook and then turned his attention to the next task.

He didn't think the Overseers on the outer perimeter would be much of a problem, but the defensive nodes set up on the High Tower couldn't be dealt with by the Laser Guns seized from the armed Overseers. This required Shadow Kill to perform targeted elimination missions, or to directly capture the Lord of the High Tower to obtain the highest authorization to shut down these armed platforms.

Of course, Sharojin wasn't the only one executing this mission. The High Tower occupied such a vast area that Sharojin alone, even if he ran his legs off, couldn't deal with all the platforms by the time the Raven Guard arrived. The middle levels and above of the High Tower were garrisoned by regular Giava troops.

"Sharojin, your speed is unexpectedly fast." Nekser, holding a fancy handkerchief from some unfortunate soul, was wiping the blood off his short blade.

"It's nowhere near as fast as yours, Brother Nekser. You've already dealt with the Heavy Howitzers and returned to the High Tower. I can't match that speed." Sharojin was as humble as ever.

"Let's go, let's speed up the progress of clearing the defense nodes together," Nekser said.

The Raven Guard had to wait to receive their signal before they could launch their attack from the areas where the defensive nodes had been disabled. Otherwise, with most of them wearing nothing but rough cloth, a single artillery shell could wipe out the elites that Korax and Sandman had spent so many years training.

If that happened, why would Sandman go to so much trouble helping Korax? There were countless future strongmen and core members of the Raven Guard Legion among them.

If all these people died, Sandman might as well consider sending a message to the Emperor: "Your son is in my hands." That would be more direct.

He wasn't Nameless; he couldn't possibly do things like drinking tea with a full cup and then acting recklessly with a low health bar.

When it was crucial, it was natural to cling to a strong ally, especially since Sandman had some things he wanted to ask the "yellow weasel" about.

What exactly was that dark, golden-wrapped thing inside him?

Middle level of the High Tower.

"This thing is too far beyond specifications," Sandman said, crouching on a steel beam and looking at the three Sentinel Mechs patrolling below, utterly speechless.

No wonder all the previous uprisings before Korax's arrival had failed. With these things around, how could the Miners possibly fight?

Sentinel Mechs were single-pilot, bipedal, all-terrain vehicles. They were generally used by mortal forces for mobile patrols on rugged terrain or for rapid fire deployment when encountering enemy attacks.

These were vehicles. Their heavy armor and the bulletproof glass of the cockpit were a pipe dream to penetrate with standard Laser Guns. It was as ridiculous as Danzo trying to stab Susanoo with a kunai.

Although the cockpit protection of the Sentinel Mechs was insufficient, the weapons they wielded were not to be trifled with.

Among the Hunter Vanguard Sentinel Mechs patrolling below, two were equipped with Cluster Laser Guns and Laser Cannons, while one was equipped with a Sentinel Chainsword.

Two mechs were responsible for long-range fire support, and one mech was responsible for tearing into shreds any flesh and blood that dared to rush in front of them.