(Ti to start repaying the debt, here's a bonus chapter for the Alliance Hierarch's "Humanoid Monster" Chapter 2! Two more updates today)
Two staff mbers watched the Hundred Martial Cot chas slowly descending around them, their eyes revealing a faint excitent.
This was their real military strength, after all; using Warrior-class chas as a standing force was a move rarely seen in either the Federation or the Empire.
The silver-white Hundred Martial Cot chas finally reached the sa level as the aircraft the staff were on, and that tallic, icy gaze turned towards the two of them.
The orders from the Ran Family were simple: to form a nurical and power advantage to coerce the other side into giving up the cha in their hands.
"In order to maintain the fairness and order of the competition, the use of force will not be ruled out. Please think twice, Loki Heavy Industry chanical Masters."
One of them spoke again, then reached for the communicator at his ear and whispered, "cha Army, move in."
Twenty silver-white chas with teardrop-shaped weapon pods on their backs suddenly flashed with silver light, and then, silently, they split into five rows, four chas to a row.
The neatly arranged formation appeared in the sky, an eye-catching sight of flying silver wings, with a pale blue glow emitting from the engine fla mouths on each cha's back.
Such uniform movents paired with the dazzling chas drew countless exclamations of admiration.
However, this was just the beginning. The first row of silver-white chas suddenly descended rapidly, flying to hover around the head of the Extre Special Soldier and then reaching with both arms into their teardrop-shaped weapon pods.
When the arms extended again, people saw an additional silver mounting component on each of the four chas' arms.
"What is this?"
The curious crowd watched the four chas that had suddenly descended, but before they could discuss it further, they found out what these objects were.
A pale white Light Spear about seven ters long suddenly appeared in the right hand, while a force field shield was activated on the left arm of the cha.
With the flaunting silver wings on their backs, these four chas could be said to have an extravagantly magnificent appearance.
The four chas, stationed in a square formation over thirty ters above the ground, simultaneously looked down at the Extre Special Soldier below, who still remained silent as it dragged the Deep Blue cha forward.
The four right arms were raised high, then hurled downwards with force!
The four Light Spears descended from the sky in an instant, embedding about one-third of their seven-ter length into the ground.
It was only then that the crowd saw that the points where the Light Spears struck were directly below the four chas, and as the massive spears plunged into the earth, they ford a huge square enclosure.
In the center of the square was the Extre Special Soldier who had suddenly stopped in its tracks!
As the black Extre Special Soldier halted and raised its head to look up, the remaining sixteen Hundred Martial Cot chas moved in perfect unison, reaching into their backs and then, in the next instant, each cha held a massive Light Spear in its hand.
Then they hurled them downward!
Whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz!
A Light Spear was inserted at each side of the huge square, and in a flash, a massive square spear formation surrounded the Extre Special Soldier.
Countless ion sparks began to flicker between the spears, and an invisible but powerful force field wall enclosed the Extre Special Soldier within.
The two staff mbers exchanged glances, worry in their eyes, as the chas seed to be acting without concern, especially now that countless caras were directed at them, and moreover, the chas had not responded verbally to their commands...
The two suddenly felt as if they were being used as pawns. Their controlled aircraft hovered awkwardly in mid-air, next to them, the equally shocked Sandy and Rachel.
The remaining sixteen Hundred Martial Cot chas each filled in the gaps between the original four chas.
Consequently, an unusually neat square formation appeared above the force field wall.
"What's going on here?" Sandy asked the two bewilderedly.
"A sudden order from Lord Ran requests the return of the Lan Du Military Group's cha, but it must first be taken over by the organization for a few days before the dispute is dealt with."
"How can they do this?" Rachel looked at the two with an expression of incomprehension.
"The Hundred Martial Cot Force will naturally handle this. You two must ensure the coordination of the external broadcast," the two said before hastily flying down.
The frustrated Rachel and Sandy exchanged glances, with the latter shaking his head at her and then gestured for the young girl to calm down and not be hasty.
The world, ah, is always so realistic...
"Ladies and gentlen, hello there," Sandy, the experienced broadcaster, tried to maintain neutrality and objectivity in his speech, avoiding subjective color.
This sowhat cald the audience, but nobody paid any attention to his suggestion to look away.
Especially the dia!
Large and small dia outlets were like cats that had slled fish, refusing to move their caras an inch.
That was news for them, and they even wished these silver chas would just make a move and start fighting with the ones below.
Now, whether it was the dia or the audience, their eyes were glued to the scene below.
They were waiting, waiting for the reaction of this cha.
...
The Extre Special Soldier still held the cha in one hand and lifted its head to gaze at the sky, motionless.
Mu Fan's indifferent eyes swept across the battle screen, those gorgeous and neat chas, the flashing ionic sparks of the Light Spear force fields.
Finally, Mu Fan spoke softly.
"What do you an?"
His voice was devoid of emotion.
But to the listeners, their hearts began to thump wildly!
This guy's tone sounded as if he had no intention of compromising!
Just as the two staff mbers who had just flown down were about to speak, a Hundred Martial Cot cha suddenly broke away from the formation and flew out.
The pale blue fla from its silver wings was evenly and softly ejected, and a cold voice ca from the cha's head:
"I am Mo Cheng, the captain of Hundred Martial Cot Force Squad 71, please let go of the Deep Blue Cavalry cha."
Upon hearing this, the two staff mbers looked at each other with a painful expression; it was clear that Mo Cheng was a trusted man of Lord Ran, not their place to give orders.
They were being used as pawns.
Inside the cockpit, Mu Fan lifted his eyelids slightly and tapped a key lightly, his voice flatly replying:
"I've said, this cha belongs to Loki Heavy Industry."
The Extre Special Soldier remained in that position without moving, but Mu Fan's voice echoed in this corner of the world and was faithfully conveyed to every viewer by the caras.
"That's not for you to decide! Let go of the cha, and you can leave normally," Mo Cheng's voice was equally cold, and the Hundred Martial Cot cha with a gold pattern on it reached again into its weapon storage on its back.
"I can provide evidence... If I can't decide, are you the ones who do!?"
By the last half of the sentence, Mu Fan's voice had taken on a faintly violent tone; he was in a very bad mood, a very bad mood!
"The cha will be taken over by us, and the evidence will be reviewed before a conclusion is made! If you obstruct..."
Mo Cheng's voice was consistently cold, everything for the organization.
"And what if I do?" ca the increasingly impatient voice of the boy from the wilderness.
With a swish, a slender, twin-linked silver rifle was drawn from the weapon storage on its back and tossed forward.
The left hand steadied the rifle, and the barrel began to shine with two cot-like swirls.
—Twin-linked Cot Pulse Gun!
"Then don't bla us for following the rules!" Mo Cheng's voice was cold and forceful, and the cha's fingers suddenly pulled the trigger of the Cot Pulse Gun.
Two dazzling lights burst forth from the sky!
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