Shalina, clad in the Night Leopard, patrolled the border of the Sulida Kingdom.
Although she led a squad of Mecha Masters, her expression was slightly vacant. Clearly, her mind was elsewhere.
Mother sent word... the High Prophet of the Radical Faction... is dead... killed by Morphy?
Morphy... had he already grown this strong?
Even she felt dazed by such a change.
Thinking back to their first meeting, Shalina could only smile bitterly.
He had already become one of humanity's strongest, while she was still stuck at Level IV. The comparison was truly disheartening.
This kind of talent can no longer be explained by genius. He is simply... a monster!
Just as Shalina was lost in thought, a startled cry came through the communicator. "A massive Beast Tide has been spotted three thousand meters ahead!"
"So... it's finally here?"
Her expression instantly turned grave. "Notify the rear. Prepare for battle!"
Inside the laboratory.
Sulu put down the communicator. "All right... I understand."
Before him, the Ghost Mecha had undergone its final round of modifications. A reactor emitting a faint eerie glow sat in its chest, resembling a beast with its jaws wide open.
"Master Morphy... may you return victorious!"
All the researchers bowed.
It was not merely because Sulu's knowledge and accumulated expertise had won them over during this brief period of research. More importantly, this was a battle for humanity's survival!
If they failed, they would lose everything and return to the Dark Ages.
"Don't worry!"
Sulu entered the Ghost Mecha, and his figure vanished in an instant.
High in the sky, amid the clouds.
The three-headed, six-armed mecha, the Centaur, the one wielding the Holy Spear, and the hazy Ghost Mecha had all gathered, watching a bloody line in the distance with grave expressions.
—It was an