Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

In normal circumstances, a Mecha is like a tank loaded with countless heavy weapon modules. Just bomb it, and it's done.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Missile batteries fell in swathes, the flamethrowers mercilessly scorched the earth.

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

The rotary heavy machine guns spewed fervent tongues of fire, turning everything within sight into smithereens.

Without interference from a similarly-leveled opponent, a war machine that doesn't need to watch for attacks and simply needs to unleash unbridled firepower becomes an invincible force on such a battlefield.@@novelbin@@

And it's not just one of them!

Without the restraint of high-end combat power, even the elite members of the Bug Race like the artillery bugs, mantis bugs, and sand bugs couldn't prevent the overall collapse.

The gun smoke turned the air a milky white. When no non-human creatures remained moving within sight on the battlefield, the heavily armored command vehicle, also made of octanium alloy, finally, drove slowly to the front line from the rear.

The sliding door opened, and a stream of officers filed out.

Stepping on the still slightly warm, charred ground, the commanding officer took off his cap, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield with a sigh. He saw the gruesome corpses of the Bug Race mixed with an equally significant number of human limbs and parts, pain evident in his eyes.

Humans are accustomed to sacrifice.

But one should never grow numb to it.

"Clean up the battlefield," he ordered softly with a wave of his hand, then turned his head toward a farther direction—

There, three blue-and-white Mechas stood tall. Beneath their feet lay the corpse of the beast that had brought a certain uncertainty to this assault.

"Bring back the main body tissues for the Scientific Research Institute."

"Yes, sir!"

The officer who relayed the command returned a moment later, his face slightly troubled. "General… there's a bit of trouble."

It was too big and too heavy.

Those assigned to the dissection were at a loss with the beast. To access the core parts of the beast's body wasn't impossible, but it required time.

The commanding officer didn't see it as a big deal and casually waved his fingers toward the three Mechas standing by the beast, "Let them help."

…

"Help with the dissection?" Bai E's eyes lit up. "There's no need for that hassle, I can do it myself."

In ancient times, excavators cooked dishes; now, Mechas perform dissections.

Every profession needs this kind of deep, specialized dedication.

Watching their captain, armed with an alloy battle blade, dissecting the monster's corpse cleanly and even sorting the parts methodically, and particularly the perfectly-shaped chitin bone armor shell from its back, that had the muscle stripped away.

The Mech Pilot teammates, who could only watch from the sidelines, nodded in their cockpits, an epiphany dawning on them.

"No wonder Bai E is the captain…"

"Impressive! Truly impressive!"

["Lucky Strike" energy +10.]

The battlefield was cleansed, gathering every spoils of war that could be taken. Finally, the post-battle cleanup could commence.

The soldiers with driving capabilities maneuvered the Multi-function Infantry Vehicles, using the flamethrowers mounted on them to meticulously scorch every inch of the ground.

Fire is the greatest nemesis of life, and just as deadly to alien lifeforms like the Bug Race.

All the disruptive inducers released by the bugs to transform the environment and expand their territory were completely eradicated by the purifying flames.

Simply eradicating the bugs out to expand their territory was not enough. The "environment" they created had to be destroyed as well to truly consider it a complete military success.

Of course, this process isn't difficult; it's just meticulous… and it takes time.

Even with the fear of a bug counterattack, this cleanup work still needed to be carried out thoroughly.

There was nothing left for the Mech fighting squad to do. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

The few Mechas gathered together, the cockpit hatches opened, and the fresh air from above rushed into the somewhat stuffy cabins.

The cool breeze took away the heat from Rose's flushed cheeks.

"Captain!" A teammate, who had also opened his cockpit canopy, waved excitedly at Bai E, "You're freaking awesome, Captain!"

"Forget everything else; from now on, I only acknowledge you, Captain!"

Facing an unknown beast, even the higher-ups had advised them to fight conservatively, but the captain ignored it all and rushed in alone.

This kind of confidence in one's own strength was what they had all longed for.

"It's just that after we go back…" someone reminded.

Their team's voice chat permissions were not high, and the higher-ups could listen in on the entire conversation if they wanted to.

Only during these short breaks at high altitude could they speak a bit of private talk.

This battle, admittedly, was won decisively under the insistence of their captain.

Had it not been for the captain charging in alone, directly attacking the behemoth, once the three crimson behemoths arrived as reinforcements, slaying the artillery-type behemoth would have been even more challenging.

Given the terrifying firepower output of the enemy, their only option would have been to retreat.

But in the end, the captain's actions were against the wishes of the superiors.

Of course, losing would mean punishment, but even winning carried no rewards.

How exactly they would be dealt with would depend on the mood of the high-ranking bigwigs after they returned.

They had just recognized this captain, and they didn't want any unforeseen complications to arise.

"No worries." Bai E responded with a gentle smile, apparently not taking their concerns seriously.

What did he have to fear?

Yue Ying had said it, to act boldly, and she would have his back no matter what.

Besides, he wasn't without high-ranking support at the Military Department.

Carlos had never given up on him, and Hamilton seemed to have a good impression of him. Being backed by people in two of the most conflicting factions, not to mention that he was promoted by Marshal Weslin from the military district himself, it was unlikely he would slap his own face, right?

With backers up top, there was no cause for panic.

Not to mention, the rewards for the mission had been settled—

[Side Mission—Termination of the Behemoth, completed.]

[Mission Reward: Beast Compendium, issued.]

[Name: Thunder Beast

Features: …

Recommended Countermeasures: …]

Detailed information about the behemoth, or rather, the Thunder Beast, was meticulously recorded, even with a few more precise parameters and their potential fluctuations clearly marked.

For new species of the Bug Race that appeared, the Scientific Research Institute in the city needed to obtain the most accurate data as soon as possible.

As Rose and himself were the first and only mech pilots to combat the target, their opinions were of great significance to the Scientific Research Department's study on this behemoth. It was only reasonable that he provide some precise data.

With this information in hand, the Scientific Research Department would also have to speak up for him.

They were his people, what sanctions could they impose on him?

"Helen…" Bai E muttered softly.

When he had encountered "The Dominator" last time, it was this academician who arrived at the camp first. Her presence brought him many opportunities, and now he wondered if it would be her again this time.

The quiet evening breeze blew gently as the sparse number of Multi-function Infantry Vehicles meticulously plowed through every inch of the land.

As Bai E didn't dwell on these issues, naturally, the others remained silent.

Time drifted away softly until the voice of the mech commander came through the cockpit's loudspeaker.

"Rear squadron to the front, mech combat team to lead the way. Back to camp!"

Sitting on the edge of the cockpit enjoying the breeze, Bai E stood up abruptly and responded firmly, "Yes!"

…

The army, laden with ample spoils of war, made their way back to camp without encountering a single petty skirmish along the way.

As expected, once the scientific teams learned that the deployed army had once again encountered a new species of the Bug Race, the Scientific Research Institute sent people immediately.

"Dada dada dada~"

The familiar sound of high heels echoed crisply in the empty hallway outside the meeting room, "Bang!"

The door was flung open vigorously, and a slender figure in a white dress strode in.

A cool, sharp voice preceded her entrance, "New bugs again?"

As Helen walked into the room, her gaze instinctively swept over the entire meeting room, then quickly turned to the backdrop behind where Weslin stood.

However, just as her eyes reached the backdrop, Helen's expression faltered, her body stiffened slightly, and her gaze slowly returned, ultimately settling on the quiet, silent figure sitting in the corner of the meeting room...