Sorry, I Came Late (1)

Humiliation!

It was utter humiliation, from the mind to the body.

The eyes of the two Twilight Walker pilots were bloodshot. At this moment, their thoughts reached an astonishing consensus.

"Damn Federation, coordinated assault—"

"Twilight Shadow Assault!"

The engines on the backs of the two Twilight Walker mecha surged with power. Under their pilots' control, the Magnetic Oscillation Blades in their hands rose high, and they swiftly began making short hopping steps. Two azure streaks of afterimage flashed across the battlefield.

Like two charging cheetahs pouncing on the same target.

Inside the cockpit, Mu Fan's expression was as calm as still water. The only thing he did as they activated was swing the greatsword back to his side with his right hand.

Then he stepped forward, sending shattered rocks soaring like a dragon.

The entire mecha truly resembled an Ancient Knight charging down from above.

This scene, brimming with a violent sense of beauty, delivered an incomparable visual shock to the soldiers in the distance and the sole remaining Stinging Bee mecha.

The momentum of the two Twilight Walkers launching their crossing assault was completely suppressed by that single mecha.

"Closer, closer."

"Take him down!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

To this unit, those mecha still standing tall were the final pillar of their morale.

They longed to see their mecha slash their enemy into pieces. They longed for victory. They would advance beneath the glory of the Empire!

At last, the two Twilight Walkers charging in from crossing angles were about to collide with that imposing Gun Knight.

Everyone widened their eyes...

A lightning-like curved trajectory suddenly shot through the intersecting figures.

Time froze at that moment. The Gun Knight supported the blade with its left hand, its body still in a forward-charging posture, while its right leg stretched diagonally