Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

The blue and white mecha silhouette was like a moth to flame as it crashed headlong into the heart of the bug nest.

What awaited it was doubtlessly a fate of being torn apart and destroyed by those bugs.

Too reckless!

Too foolish!

To regret its misfortune even as anger rose at its lack of struggle.

To think that a commander of an entire army would...

would...

The messenger squad captain blinked, watching the sudden turn of events on the screen, and even the criticisms in his mind were unable to continue.

What did he see?

The blue and white mecha that had easily crossed the sea of bugs went straight for a thunder-beast that was charging up for a cannon blast the moment it broke into the bugs' rear.

The three crimson "Nest Guardians" whose duty it was to ensure the thunder-beast's cannon fire went uninterrupted naturally moved to confront the intruding mecha right away.

Seeing this scene on the video, the female messenger couldn't bear to watch and tightly closed her eyes.

After all, no matter how many times one has seen it, the bugs' slaughter of human compatriots is always too unbearable to witness.

But in that electrifying instant, the blue and white mecha drew a trail of afterimages, slipping through the gap surrounded by the three Nest Guardians in a flash.

The colossal beasts that normally shook earth and sky seemed like mere toys being capriciously juggled, helplessly watching as the mecha of human origin rapidly broke through to the thunder-beast's side, raising aloft its alloy war saber gleaming with cold light.

The outstanding performance of this mecha caused the members of the messenger squad to stare wide-eyed, riveted to the screen as that war saber fell, their thoughts freezing in place.

'Such fluid control.'

'The synchronization between the mech pilot and the machine, impressive!'

'But can it really work? The thunder-beast's defenses... they're not so easily broken.'

Breaking through the thunder-beast's formidable defensive carapace with just a saber was a task of monumental difficulty.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The war saber unleashed a maelstrom of chaotic light.

Slashing freely within the colossal beast's body, each swipe tore away chunks of enormous flesh.

Before this mecha, the thunder-beast's once proud defenses seemed utterly nonexistent.

Roars from the behemoths echoed across the battlefield.

Even inside the armored vehicle, far removed from the front line, it seemed as though one could hear the whale-like cries emanating from afar.

The members of the messenger squad looked at each other with vacant faces.

"Did you see that?"

"Did you see that?"

"I couldn't have seen it wrong, could I?"

"That's a thunder-beast!"

Hearing her companions' voices, the female messenger carefully opened her eyes and glanced slowly at the screen.

On it, the blue and white mecha had already abandoned its initial target, the thunder-beast, and set its sights on the next.

There were too many of them, and the thunder-beasts had substantial health reserves; Bai E couldn't possibly finish off each one before switching to another target.

For each moment he delayed, another thunder-beast launched an unstoppable, fatal cannon blast toward the army's position!

As soon as a thunder-beast targeted by him temporarily lost its ability to fire its cannon, he had to immediately switch his target.

"Swish swish swish!"

The blade danced wildly, and the second thunder-beast couldn't escape its fate.

The three chasing Nest Guardians trying to intercept seemed to be pursuing a shadow they could never grasp, unable to surround it with any strategy as it found a deadly gap to breach through their cordon in the blink of an encounter.

"That's a thunder-beast, right?"

The messenger squad began to doubt if the bugs from Blackrock Bug Nest were underdeveloped, only having the characteristics and size of thunder-beasts but actually fragile like silver guns with wax heads, easily defeated.

"Though I think I heard them say that the thunder-beast's lower body defense isn't as strong as the armor on its back; perhaps this mecha is exploiting that weakness," mused one of the messenger squad members softly.

Squinting his eyes, the messenger squad captain watched the surveillance video feed and intuitively felt that this explanation might not be entirely accurate, but the distance wasn't close enough for them to clearly see where each stroke of the mecha's blade landed.

So, he turned to ask the senior officials from Blackwater City, "Your forces have encountered thunder-beasts before, haven't they?"

The diplomat nodded emotionlessly, "Of course."

As for anything else, it was inconvenient to elaborate.

More words could lead to more mistakes; they were merely there to show their strength.

What mattered was the present, not what had happened in the past!

Reassured by the answer, the messenger squad captain nodded.

That's more like it.

It seemed that Blackwater City wasn't entirely useless.

They must have had intelligence on these thunder-beasts and even the Nest Guardians to have made such a daring move.

So the foundation of their bold actions was this commander who could dance among the behemoths like a dragon?

"..." The messenger squad captain pursed his lips, still finding the whole affair quite fantastical.

Five thunder-beasts!

Oh... now only four.

No, that's wrong... only three remain.

Hmm... down to two.

"..."

"..."

As the last thunder-beast fell with a great cry, those creatures that under normal circumstances could have inflicted massive casualties on a human military, lay grievously wounded after hardly firing a few shots.

The cannons that coexisted on their backs were individual bugs themselves, but once the thunder-beasts carrying the cannons were down, the cannons lost their ability to aim.

The invincible thunder-beasts, now fallen!

And the one who had done all this was the blue and white mecha that, after the final cut, skimmed the ground with one hand as its entire frame carved a gully and sped away.

"Swish!" The mecha stood up, flinging the blade to throw off the clinging bits of flesh and armor, instantly cleaning the blade.