No matter how dangerous it was, Bronya wanted to protect him.
Thinking Zhao Bai was empty-handed and unarmed, the girl wrapped herself around him in a domineering stance.
Zhao Bai felt incredibly warm inside, even experiencing the satisfaction of an old man watching his child succeed. The smug look on his face only made Tesla even angrier, to the point that she wanted to burn him to ashes.
But that would not do. Tesla was not someone like Cocolia.
She only wanted to teach Zhao Bai a lesson.
The crimson mech drew closer and closer. Zhao Bai's hands were tightly restrained as the heavy cannon fired. Hephaestus nimbly sliced apart the shells, its massive body brandishing sword and blade as it charged at them, as though it meant to chop them to pieces.
Zhao Bai did not doubt that Bronya would gladly die for him.
"There's no need. Really, there's no need."
Zhao Bai smiled, feeling better than he ever had before.
Since Bronya was this determined, he naturally had to respond with equal fervor. Otherwise, Zhao Bai would seem far too petty.
"Don't use that thing, Markov Type A. It's only a three-star weapon."
Zhao Bai broke free from Bronya's grasp and carefully rummaged through the heavy artillery section of his subspace.
A genuine heavy cannon should have a solid feel to it.
Did a mass-produced standard-issue weapon like Markov deserve his Bronya?
"Use this. This one packs more punch."
"Hm?"
Bronya turned around and saw Zhao Bai struggling to carry a gigantic cannon one-handed. Frost spread through the air around it; its deep-blue shell had sharp, angular contours, along with a pair of thick, winding horns like a goat's.
The entire cannon carried a mythic air, utterly clashing with Heavy Cannon Rabbit's metallic punk aesthetic.
"What weapon is