Kundraka had heard of a mysterious weapon belonging to the Mekboyz of Scrap City, but he had never seen the terrifying weapon said to be capable of wiping out entire cities.
He had even once thought it was just some trick the Mekboyz used to scam more budget.
Until the mushroom cloud rose, he truly witnessed what apocalypse was, what a land of destruction looked like.
"Boss! The shield's about to give out!"
"Even if it gives out, ya gotta hold it! More power to the engines! More! Otherwise we're all gonna die!"
Every mek inside Gork Gargant was holding on with all their strength as the unstoppable shockwave and firestorm swirled around the shield.
The enormous war machine swayed like grass in the wind. Euclid could only hope that the newly installed stabilizers would withstand this trial. They had originally been designed to let Gork Gargant walk steadily across uneven terrain.
Across from him, the gunner gripped the rails around his seat so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
He stared in panic and awe at the swirling vortex of destruction beyond the command chamber.
"Gork bless us... Gork bless us... Gork bless us."
The gunner muttered his prayer over and over, but the surging, crashing flames seemed as though they would last forever.
To provide more power to the shield, the Gargant's internal cooling systems had been shut down. The temperature inside the command chamber began to become unbearable.
Like a massive pressure cooker, the temperature throughout Gork Gargant rapidly rose. The engine room had become completely uninhabitable; even a mek in protective gear could not remain inside for ten seconds. That also meant the risk of an explosion was rising exponentially.
Euclid felt that if he kept breathing, his lungs would be scorched.
He widened his