These lost Mechas could just keep popping up, one after another?
Was the world changing too fast, or was his luck so rotten that he never stumbled onto anything good?
Why couldn't I get lucky and pick up a Legendary Mecha? Was it because I'd never jumped off a cliff?
"Why does it suddenly feel like Legendary Mechas are a dime a dozen?" Red Dragon muttered, though he did not dwell too much on whether this "Little Five" was genuine.
Although images of the original seven Legendary Mechas had largely survived, the most crucial component of a Legendary Mecha was its core. As long as the core remained intact, every other component could conceivably have been replaced over the years, naturally altering its appearance.
His own Red Dragon, for instance, looked considerably different from when its previous owner had used it.
Besides, whether this was the lost fifth Legendary Mecha of the Shattered Star Region or an import the Ghost Captain had brought in from outside did not matter at all now.
What mattered was that their side now had two Legendary Mechas!
Sure enough, the Black Sail Camp's fleets began deploying Mecha warriors, gradually shifting from pursuit formations to antiaircraft formations. They were clearly wary of the two Legendary Mechas blocking their path.
The Madman alone could pose an enormous threat to Red Dragon's flagship. Now there were two of them-the deterrent they presented was easy to imagine.
Flint's expression shifted as he watched the two Legendary Mechas opposite him. He had no choice but to conceal himself even more carefully, no longer daring to strike at will.
Arrogant as he was, he had no confidence in taking on two at once, especially when one of them was the unfathomable Ghost Captain. If they threw caution to the wind