(There would be two more updates tonight. To the classmates who said I wouldn't update until tomorrow afternoon—Old Dang remembered you!)
The phantom was like a totem, bearing the mark of heaven and earth.
A grayish-white mecha appeared out of thin air, silent and soundless, as though it had condensed directly from the clouds and had existed there for a long time.
The massive mecha, nearly twenty meters tall, resembled a warrior clad entirely in grayish-white armor, with two grayish-white swords at its waist.
Yet the most eye-catching thing was the cross-shaped windmill behind it, as tall as the mecha itself.
The mecha merely hovered there, yet it brought endless pressure.
The windmill turned silently, and the ice and snow filling the sky condensed along with the slowly flowing air currents...
Into a massive vortex.
The mecha seemed to have crossed through the void, one foot planted at the mouth of the black hole.
"It is worthy of the name Devil God Mecha. The fact that you could see me is already quite remarkable."
The seemingly flippant voice rang out again, carrying faint praise. Yet in this context, it sounded like an adult casually complimenting a child.
"Th-that... what kind of mecha is that?!"
Many people gaped.
Hearing the discussion behind him, the major general turned around with a cold gaze. "Watch your mouths. Don't ask what you shouldn't."
"Yes."
The bridge fell silent again. Still, seeing this mecha confronting Shura, they instinctively considered it one of their own.
The Dingchuan Formation cadets were entering the transport ship one after another.
The instructors were responsible for holding the rear.
Lindbergh, the instructor who had once found Mu Fan disagreeable in so many ways, now stood alone beneath the boarding ramp, looking up at the sky with solemn eyes. "Bach, do