Beneath a sky as blue and clear as freshly washed silk, the mechs kneeling in neat rows across the hills stood out starkly, a breathtaking sight.
The light-cyan mech division of the Bapang Imperial Guard immediately dispatched a squad to charge forward.
Then the voices on the comm link abruptly fell silent.
"What happened?" Daisen Dazhi frowned.
"General... here, here... you'd better see for yourself."
The footage his subordinate shared immediately appeared before Daisen Dazhi.
For the first time, this burly man's face showed utter bewilderment at the sight.
Half the hillside was covered in wreckage, while the other half was occupied by mechs that had thrown down their blades and knelt.
And amid the scattered wreckage, a gruesome scene struck the soldiers' eyes again and again.
At the center of the light screen, a headless Wind Traveler lay sprawled in the dirt, its body riddled with holes. Beside it lay a long azure blade.
"That is... Shang Xiong's blade."
"...The pilot of that mech was Shang Xiong."
Daisen Dazhi muttered under his breath, then spoke into the communicator. "Grab someone and find out exactly what happened."
On the hillside, a light-cyan mech strode forward and kicked the nearest Wind Traveler straight to the ground.
"Get out!"
A trembling mech pilot immediately crawled out of the cockpit, then dropped to his knees.
"What happened?"
"Great Moon Requiem... Great Moon Requiem... That Great Moon Requiem killed him! One shot, one shot was all it took to kill Instructor Shang! He's a devil!"
The terrified pilot had completely lost all will to fight. He could only keep kowtowing, begging for his life to be spared.
When that clear answer reached his ears, Daisen Dazhi sucked in a sharp breath and looked at the proud, lone blade-wielding mech in disbelief.
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