The Galactic Alliance Military's mech soldier caught sight of a shadow darting past.
"Is it an enemy or an ally?"
"No idea…" The nearest mech soldier hadn't finished speaking when he was sliced into two by a massive great sword.
"Enemy! Attack now!"
"Ha, foolish resistance. You're overestimating yourselves!"
The Axe spiraled urgently mid-air, the sword cleaving through limbs. Not a single challenger could withstand even one round. What made people's hearts freeze was that it wielded merely a great sword, a relic from the Cold Weapon Era.
"What is this!? Could it actually be a human?"
"So fast! I can't even track his movements—ah!!!"
"Damn it, don't underestimate us!"
"Captain, save me!!"
Your arrival immediately drew everyone's attention, especially Eastern Cloud Dragon, who had an inkling that he knew the pilot—and that their connection wasn't shallow.
"Xiao Feng, stay alert! The enemy is formidable!" Eastern Cloud Dragon didn't forget to warn his cousin.
