Then, on the eve of the slave rebels' planned siege, the preparations were finally complete.
To make the most of the psychics' combat ability, Andro Mota had joined forces with the rebels' skilled technicians to cobble together several mechs for them.
Of course, they couldn't solve the occult problems, so these couldn't be called heraldry mechs. But armor was still better than no armor.
In any case, the rebels' few wild psychics had never used a proper heraldry mech before. After trying out the rebels' knockoff models, they all said they were great. One hero from the Angba people, who supposedly had connections to some prominent figures in the Black (meow) Road, even tried to recruit Mota.
"Brother Mota! The Angba Brotherhood needs a talent like you!"
He also said that if Mota could put together a hundred mechs of the same caliber—even if the quality was a little worse—that would be enough to earn him a seat among the organization's top ten. And then he could share gold by the scales and feast on meat by the bowl, wouldn't that be grand?
It was a pity. As a member of the International Students' Association, the big, dark-skinned fatty was very tempted and deeply moved, but he still turned down the offer. After all, he said, he was a proud member of the Pioneer Party.
As for Xia Li, she naturally thought she didn't need a mech. The Swarm Overmind was a void creature capable of crossing the universe in the flesh. Her shell's resistance to magic and physical attacks was already on par with that of various Leviathans, so it was naturally far sturdier than the armor of even the latest heraldry mechs.
The problem was that she couldn't reveal her identity. Wandering around in a thin dress in