It was just that all of it had been obscured by the raging flames.
Compared to the impact zone covering tens of thousands of square meters, the Amber Ball, whose diameter had swelled from five meters to fifteen, was truly inconspicuous.
Yet inside that round Berserker was an entirely different scene.
Fatty trembled all over as he stared at the rapidly rising numbers before him, his face flushed with excitement as he clenched his fists...
"Try aiming properly."
"Fuck! You shot that far off? At less than a thousand meters, you blasted it all the way to grandma's house."
"Waste is shameful."
"Yeah, yeah, this batch hit accurately. Feels great..."
The faint vibrations passed through the mech and fed back into his body along the data cables.
That tingling sensation...
It was like countless little hands massaging him, pleasure spreading from the soles of his feet up his spine to the crown of his head.
"Ohhh... that hit the spot."
Fatty closed his eyes and savored the massage.
This mech was simply too perfect.
Getting hit felt like a massage.
And then it could counterattack...
Right, how much energy did it have now?
Nearly forgetting the important matter, Fatty hurriedly opened his eyes. During those few seconds of blissful indulgence, the energy had already shot up to...
15.80%!
And it was still jumping by 0.3% every 0.1 seconds.
That was an astonishing number.
Young Master Harry's mouth hung open, wide enough to fit a fist inside.
Thus, tears filled his eyes.
"What good people..."
Energy reserves at 15%. Phase Two Attack Mode can be activated. A mechanical system voice suddenly sounded inside the cockpit.
"There's a second phase too?" Fatty was overjoyed at that moment.
At the same time, the soothing full-body massage sensation vanished.
The overwhelming barrage of shells