I'll Sortie in Gundam Form

"Sorry, Old Zhou." Lu Mingfei sighed, his heart aching.

With his Unit-01 under Su Lin's control, he had no choice but to aim the Spear of Longinus at his best friend, a brother he had been through life and death with.

"Su Lin, enchant my spear."

He only hoped the strike would give Mr. Fool a quick end.

Su Lin raised the Spear of Longinus forged from ashes. He and Lu Mingfei, seated in the cockpit, reached one hundred percent synchronization. Even the people they aimed at were exactly the same. They could practically head to the set next door and film Pacific Rim 3: Decisive Battle Against Apostles.

"This strike will pierce the stars!"

"Holy shit! Break!"

The air froze, then shattered in an instant. Like a lion roaring awake from a deep sleep, two scarlet spears turned into vast torrents of blood-red energy and stabbed toward the sky.

Since earning the right to fly, every contestant had used their own methods to speed up their Walk-behind Tractors, pulling far ahead of those who had only just taken flight. Yet the Catastrophe born of Longinus chased them from behind, hungry to swallow every bird on this road to the moon.

But the contestants who had survived this chaotic battle of old grudges and karmic debts were hardly people who would sit still and be bound.

A vast beam of magical light cleaved through dimensions. Rho Aias bloomed like flower petals. A Void Formation descended from the heavens, and Kun-Origin Power shaped a Planet Befall. Many cultivators set aside their grudges and unleashed their own divine abilities and secret arts.

For a moment, the stars dimmed. Earth seemed to be the true Astral World, with countless stars shining above the sea. It was as though gods had appeared and joined