The night trembled with a thunderous roar as an ultra-long-range spatial teleportation stirred up torrents of energy. A mysterious, magnificent giant mech emerged from dimensional light.
The moment the immense Ultimate Power whipped up a gale across the wilderness,
almost everyone was stunned.
High in the air, Schmidt controlled the base cube behind him, activating its Energy Shield to block the mechanical giant serpent's impact. He glanced at the mech below, one he had not seen in a long time, and spoke in a composed, low voice:
"So that's how it is."
Having not participated in the Arctic operation due to his identity as a technologist, Eru Beishili looked at the figure below—a senior to him in both mech piloting and experience—with astonished surprise.
So this was the other Ultimate Power his mentor had helped create?
Unlike Harmon, who merely gave a hoarse laugh without caring much, Fermiller frowned coldly as she looked at the black mech below—the existence known as Song of the Wanderers No. VII, the Wandering Night Angel.
Was she planning to interfere this time as well?
And in that instant, while everyone else had their own thoughts, Fang Ran was the most dumbfounded person present!
Because no one knew better than he did that this mysterious, magnificent mech was clearly supposed to be beneath the Night Bureau in Beijing, Huaxia, while its owner had only entered hibernation not long ago.
Standing in the nighttime wilderness outside Geneva, Fang Ran halted his motion to grip the Silver Severing Dragon Tooth again. His black hair was blown into disarray by the fierce wind as he stared up at the enormous "Wandering Night." The resolve born from his desperate situation became blank disbelief.
Ling!??
Though it could not unleash the overwhelming firepower that had dominated the aerial battlefield in