(A special bonus chapter celebrating Big Greenskin, the owner of the author's Penguin group, on his birthday.)
Bruce quickly dug his way to the surface, ran from the underground tombs up into the open, then spread his sky-blocking parrot wings and flapped. The entire crocodile shot into the air, flew into the atmosphere, and vanished.
A few dozen minutes later, news of the Silver Shield Council's ancestral graves being attacked spread throughout the White Shield Council's territory, instantly throwing the noble knights into an uproar.
These pioneers from humanity's Dark Age of Technology placed great importance on history and inheritance.
They even knew the names of the first generation of pioneer leaders, as well as the wars and history that followed.
The fifty Hero King's Knight Mechs not only contained their Ancestors' remains, but also stood as monuments to their culture.
And now all fifty Knight Mechs had been chewed up by a monster. How the hell was anyone supposed to keep it together?
Nearly every Silver Shield Noble in the world rushed to Valhalla the instant they received the news.
Several hundred Knight Mechs in good condition and capable of moving gathered in Valhalla, chattering and arguing without end.
All the nobles reached one consensus: they had to find the Black Crocodile Forces and mince them into filling!
The hot-tempered nobles had already begun drafting battle plans to hunt down the Black Crocodile Forces, while others hurriedly contacted the Flower Shield Council and told them to stay alert.
Although the two sides had fought each other to the death, the Knight Mechs in the Grave were actually the common Ancestors of both sides.
Out of a simple sense of sentiment, the Silver Shield Council had lost their Ancestors, and they did not want the Flower Shield Council to lose