Battleships blotted out the sky as they surged from the vortex like locusts.
Every ocher hull was coated in a dense layer of Liquid Metal, which continuously changed shape according to the battleships' speed and direction.
At first glance, it resembled the chitinous armor of insects.
"What are those things?..."
With a hum, a gentle white radiance flashed past. The battleships blocking the way were teleported thousands of meters away, and a well-proportioned, handsome mecha resembling an Ancient Knight appeared in midair.
It held a mushroom-headed firearm in its hand. It was none other than Lightning, piloted by Yin Shuai.
"What are you doing? Pull me back!"
With a boom, a red spherical mecha a thousand meters behind them, growing ever larger, suddenly exploded in midair after withstanding five rounds of ship fire.
Within the crimson cloud of the explosion, the Berserker, having shrunk back into its amber form, began to free-fall.
The fat man's pig-slaughter-like shriek came through the headset, instantly drawing White Hair's attention back.
He turned and immediately locked onto the metal sphere in free fall.
"As if I'd lose you. Stop howling." While grumbling, White Hair aimed his gun at the Berserker and pulled the trigger.
Hum.
The Berserker turned translucent all over and froze in midair.
He swung the muzzle downward and fired again.
With a thud, the amber spherical mecha landed on the deck of the Giant Rock Battleship below, its round body braced against the impact. The fat man's shaken voice rang out. "What are those things in the sky? With so many battleships intercepting us, can we still get away? Damn it!"
Young Master Harry's expression was extremely grim.
He was not arrogant enough to believe his Berserker could swallow every attack.
And even if it could devour the attacks of those