High above, in the towering heavens.
It seemed nothing but birds could linger here.
Yet behind the white clouds, those unusual fighter aircraft flew slower and slower.
Then they actually hovered in midair. Vast Mental Strength spread outward, and a voice at once clear and husky rang through the sky:
"Sister Sang is here. Why not come over and watch a good show? Oh, right, Long Er, you come too."
There in midair was a fighter aircraft, dark green from end to end.
Its surface pulsed constantly as though it could breathe. At the same time, strands of something like fungal threads wound around it and spread toward the clouds, seemingly gripping the entire sky, like a bizarre spider suspended in the air.
At such an altitude, the strange aircraft actually opened its hatch. The three who had gathered here leaped from their respective aircraft and boarded the dark green fighter.
The Proud Dragon and the Cloud Soarer slowly descended toward their designated locations under the control of their respective Mechanical Intelligences.
The two walked through the cabin passageway and soon saw a girl sitting cross-legged in the spacious cabin, staring at a screen.
But rather than this oddly styled Poison Saint, their gazes settled on the mechanical screen before her.
The enormous screen was divided into several smaller feeds. At the center of the cameras' focus were a man and a woman beside a glaringly conspicuous white mechanical sports car on a deserted street.
The girl with long, multicolored hair turned around and waved without standing on ceremony:
"Come, come, hurry and look at their strength and reactions."
Long Er frowned.
"My lords, isn't this sort of training a little too..."
"Don't worry, my people know how far to go! This is Dian-Tibet, the border right beside the Ten