In front of several enormous Portals, columns of Unmanned Combat Vehicles, Robots, unmanned aircraft, and more streamed out without pause.
These were all troops evacuated from the Third Planet.
Beside the departure passage, the staff guiding them raised their hands in salute, watching twenty Pangu units land one after another.
"You are about to enter the Third Planet. Its surface gravity is approximately 3.7 times that of Blue Star. Please prepare yourselves."
Locke had only just acknowledged this when his Pangu slowly stepped into the Portal.
His surroundings changed, and his body suddenly grew heavy. Even raising his hand, which had felt effortless before, became sluggish.
Locke's chest rose and fell twice. He adjusted his stance, pressing his body more firmly against the support behind him.
"How do you feel?"
"Not bad. Like a few extra rocks weighing me down." He flexed his fingers.
"I can handle it."
His Third Order physique still allowed him to think freely, but this sensation of growing heavier from head to toe was very different from walking with a heavy load on his back.
"Please note that the strain on the battlefield includes not only surface gravity, but also the additional g-forces caused by the Mecha's acceleration and turns, as well as the Domain Pressure when facing the Demon God."
"You must remain clearheaded under these effects and operate the Spatial Ring."
Locke nodded.
"I understand. Go ahead and fly."
The thrusters beneath the Pangu's feet, on its palms, and on its back expelled streams of plasma. The machine rapidly gained altitude and flew toward the combat zone along its designated route.
The initial ascent was fairly steady, but as its speed increased, Locke's vision suddenly dimmed for an instant. Something seemed to drag his abdomen downward, and his chest felt somewhat tight.
He