Archibald gently raised his right hand.
The scorched-earth-painted mecha simultaneously raised its right hand, spreading its five fingers with its palm facing outward.
At that moment, abnormal fluctuations appeared on the instrument panels of every warship in the fleet, and all optical computing equipment malfunctioned for an instant.
"Is Lord Archibald about to use that move?"
Just as someone murmured those words, Archibald's deep voice sounded, unhurried and steady. "Weapons unlocked. Prepare to follow me... strike."
The instant they heard that command, the entire army's morale soared to its peak.
The faces of the officers and soldiers aboard the ships flushed with excitement.
Its legs bent slightly, and the mecha leaped from the top of the ship into the sky. It was neither fast nor slow, yet carried an awe-inspiring poise and momentum.
In that instant, threads of lightning with a scorched yellow glow began to emerge densely through space, carpeting the silent, pitch-black universe along the mecha's ascending path.
Moreover, as the distance widened, the lightning grew ever denser. Barely a second later—
The fine lightning rotating behind the mecha transformed into uncontrollable vortices of varying sizes, vertically covering an entire plane.
The smallest vortices were around fifty meters in diameter, while the largest reached a hundred meters. Along their edges, visible spatial collapses continuously rose.
Archibald lightly spread the palm he had raised toward the green torrent layered with death rays.
His palm naturally bulged forward.
With a hum, it felt as though a gentle breeze swept through the cockpit.
More than twenty vortices of different sizes behind him seemed to be controlled by something, plunging one after another into the mecha that bore the aura of apocalyptic scorched earth.
As those scorched yellow vortices entered it, the mottled paint grew increasingly bright and dazzling.
At that moment,