"Identification failed. No matching records exist in the database."
"Major General Archibald, our database is still using data from half a year ago. Should we attempt to contact the Federation base station and update it?"
"No need. We'll know once we ask them ourselves."
"General, they've already declared their identity on the public channel," another communications officer quickly added.
Oh?
Those indifferent eyes blinked. At last, the owner of that sandpaper-rough voice appeared on the light screen.
He was a middle-aged man whose face bore weathered knife scars, with short hair streaked with gray. A casual glance from his eyes revealed such fierce savagery that every crew member and officer who met it lowered their heads solemnly.
With a calm gaze, he opened the information synchronized from the ship.
"Shadow Legion... Asura?"
The man called Archibald narrowed his sick-tiger eyes slightly.
Just two seconds later...
"Is that the mech that caused the Ghost Nether King's downfall?"
His low voice slowly echoed through the fleet.
Yet in that instant, no one dared answer. More than a dozen adjutants merely lowered their heads at once.
A tacit admission!
"Then this four-kill strike is easy enough to understand... But he is not our primary enemy right now. The defensive line guarded by me, Archibald, has been breached. That is the greatest humiliation."
The middle-aged mech pilot spoke unhurriedly, as though the Ghost Nether King's destruction had stirred no emotion in him whatsoever.
As if it had nothing to do with him.
"Ugly bugs and visitors from another world, it seems your escape has not been going very smoothly. Heh heh... Since you can't get away, shouldn't you come back with me?"
His casual voice, like that of an old friend chatting, rang out over the public channel.
Archibald did not care in the