III Generation Mecha · Azure Wing

The entire body of the Type II Chilami had been blasted full of holes, but as more and more Chilami larvae poured in, its body rapidly repaired itself and grew increasingly massive. The shell formed from its outer cells became more vivid, showing signs of evolving toward Type III.

Su Ming watched the battle before him and slowly shook his head. The situation did not look good.

Just then, the swollen body of the Chilami suddenly compressed violently. Its body, which had stood over twenty meters tall, shrank to fifteen meters. Its unfinished round head suddenly split open, revealing an ugly mouth.

Sizzle!

Black lightning began to flicker.

Whoosh!

A black beam swept across the area.

Rumble!

One Iron Head Mecha after another, along with armored vehicles, was blasted apart.

Immediately afterward, the Type II Chilami further transformed into a humanoid form.

"It's over."

Captain Han Le operated his mecha as it climbed to its feet. When he saw this scene, his heart jolted violently.

Suddenly, a streak of light shot toward them from the distance at high speed, striking the Chilami's fully transformed body head-on!

Crack!

A white Beam Saber pierced through the Type II Chilami's body.

This unexpected scene left everyone stunned.

Su Ming held his breath and stared carefully.

What appeared before his eyes was a seventeen-meter-tall mecha covered entirely in cyan metal armor. A Beam Cannon was embedded in its shoulder, while a pair of nimble mechanical jet wings was built into its back. It held two ten-meter-long Beam Sabers, and a Black Star emblem was painted across its chest.

"III Generation Mecha · Azure Wing!"

Su Ming blurted it out almost instinctively. He recognized the model of the mecha at a glance. Moreover, this was not merely an ordinary Third Generation Mecha—it was a Third Generation Mecha bearing a medal of honor.

The Black Star painted across its chest was the best proof.

Within the Military Departments of the Old Federation, the Divine Kingdom of Apocalypse, and the Dark Star Empire—the three major factions—there was an identical honor system.

Whenever someone killed an important enemy figure or a powerful monster, in addition to receiving rewards and medals, they could paint different marks onto their own mecha.

A star mark represented a renowned expert on one side, an officer who had reached the colonel rank, or a special Type III alien race or above.

A moon mark represented a top enemy expert, an officer who had reached the rank of general, or a Type IV alien race or above.

A sun mark represented an enemy hero, an officer who had reached the rank of commander, or a Type V alien race or above.

As for the color, black represented an alien race killed, while red represented personnel from an opposing faction.

"So strong!"

Chen Tong, Minke, and the others were all stunned.

With a single strike, it had dealt heavy damage to this Type II Elite Chilami that was on the verge of advancing. Its life activity instantly plummeted.

The heavily wounded Type II Elite Chilami extended its differentiated claws and grabbed at the Azure Wing Mecha before it.

The Azure Wing Mecha swung its other Beam Saber, cleaving the incoming claw in two. It then pulled out the Beam Saber that had pierced through the Chilami and slashed backward, striking the Chilami's body.

Crack!

The entire Type II Chilami was split open from the head, revealing the writhing tissue within.

The Azure Wing Mecha immediately swung its Beam Saber again. Like someone slicing a watermelon, it cut the body into four or five pieces in just a few strokes.

The Azure Wing Mecha then sheathed its light blades and drew a massive mechanical light gun. After adjusting the muzzle, it aimed at the Chilami's corpse and pulled the trigger.

Sizzle~

A scattered beam of light, resembling a scan, covered the entire body of the Type II Chilami.

Its black cellular body melted away like bubbles. In the end, it became a clump of dried-out matter and completely lost its vitality.

Because the Old Federation had battled the Chilami and the Mechanical Race for many years, it had developed two types of weapons to an especially advanced level. One was optical weaponry. The mechanical light gun carried by the Azure Wing Mecha was the most classic model. It could either concentrate energy to pierce through a target or disperse its beams to dissolve a body.

The other type was electromagnetic weaponry, designed specifically to deal with the Mechanical Race.

After completely dealing with the Chilami, the Azure Wing Mecha turned around and issued a deep-voiced command to Han Le and the others.

"Leave the cleanup and aftermath to you."

"Yes, Lord Zhou Hao!"

Han Le and the others replied excitedly. The Lord Zhou Hao before them was Lord Xiao Lie's right-hand man.

Whoosh~

Zhou Hao controlled the Azure Wing Mecha as it leaped into the air and flew away.

"Everyone, the crisis has been resolved. Begin cleanup operations."

Han Le spoke to Daniel and the others.

"Yes!"

Daniel and the others immediately responded.

"Wuwu, it's finally over."

"We're saved."

The many students and teachers at the scene all breathed sighs of relief. They had finally made it through. It had truly been a brutal battle.

After giving his orders, Han Le turned around and examined the four training mecha.

"You four are students, right?"

"Uh, yes."

The four of them, including Su Ming, replied.

Han Le was rather surprised by their answer.

He had not expected them to really be students, much less to be so brave. To put it bluntly, students at intermediate academies were basically flowers raised in greenhouses. They had learned plenty of theory but had never witnessed a truly brutal battle. Thus, he praised them sincerely.

"Thank you so much for your help. You were incredibly brave and performed exceptionally well!"

"Sir, you're praising us too much. We didn't really help that much."

Su Ming and the others felt somewhat flattered.

"Don't say that. You truly did an outstanding job."

Han Le replied sincerely.

For a moment, Su Ming and the others felt a little embarrassed by the praise.

Just then, an older man wearing a black suit approached Han Le and the others angrily with a group of people. He had a small mustache, a completely bald patch on the top of his head, and a beer belly.

Su Ming looked at the man curiously. If he remembered correctly, this man was the principal, Roken.

Roken swept his gaze around the students, who had suffered heavy casualties, then pointed at Han Le and demanded furiously, "What were you doing? How long had the Chilami been invading before you finally came to provide support? Do you know how many students died because of your dereliction of duty? This is negligence! I'm definitely going to report you!"

The surviving students all turned to look over.

Captain Han Le stared at Roken, who was blaming him, and his brows knitted tightly.

Standing beside Han Le, the Vice-Captain Xima spoke helplessly. "Principal, your accusations are truly unreasonable. It was the middle of the night, and we were all resting in our dormitories. The moment we heard the alarm, we rushed straight to the hangar. It takes time to get to the hangar, doesn't it? It takes time to start up the mecha, doesn't it? And the city is so large that it takes time for us to fly here, doesn't it? We arrived this quickly already—that's quite good."

Roken was rendered speechless by Xima's defense for a moment. However, he did not give up. Instead, he directly turned his accusations toward Daniel and the others.

"Then it's your fault! As patrol guards, you failed to come immediately to provide rescue, resulting in heavy student casualties. I'm definitely going to report you!"