Ernest shook his head. "The military may act forcefully, but it has always been known for its caution. You must have acted on your own. Ye Luo, Deputy Minister Durumen said something very true: even if you now possess the military strength of a Level 4 civilization, without time to build yourselves up, your foundation is still far too weak. If you knew my standing in Alvin, then even if my father had extorted ten million energy blocks from you, you wouldn't have dared show up here..."
A tiny button on the side of the watch around Ernest's right wrist was pressed! The watch projected a beam of phantom light before him, instantly forming a trapezoidal platform. Ernest stepped onto it, and layers of armor rapidly emerged from the platform, wrapping around his feet to form a pair of silver-gray combat boots, then rising to cover his waist and form a silver-gray armored skirt. From his feet to his head, the entire mech suit was equipped in just two seconds.
Ernest's mech was somewhat different from the ones Ye Luo had seen before. Well, the difference was not merely its design or color, but its size! Ordinary mechs made their wearer at least two meters tall after equipping them, but Ernest's mech was more like a skintight suit among mechs.
"Level seventeen? Is that where your confidence comes from?" Ye Luo clenched both fists, and Wolverine-like blades shot out. Enhanced by the Anti-Magic Race genes, the ends of the two blades glimmered with a faint silvery-white light. The bony wings behind Avril's back extended from her spine, their unfolded blades making the spacious bridge seem crowded.
Ernest snorted coldly. The hatch leading outside the bridge suddenly opened, and he turned into a gray bolt of lightning as he shot out.