Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

The Thunderbeast had countermeasures against close-combat units, but these tactics were somewhat futile against large Titan Units like mechas.

Therefore, even mech pilots less skilled in strength could always inflict effective damage on the Thunderbeast, the difference was merely a matter of time.

The only thing that troubled mechas when up close to a Thunderbeast was its thick carapace.

The contest was all about speed.

It was a race to see whether the human army would crumble under the Thunderbeast's barrage first or if the mechas could swiftly take out the firing Thunderbeast.

"Where are the others! Hurry up and charge in!" Enor slashed with his sword and quickly retreated after making contact.

Facing the immense strength of the double-hammer guards, only skill could ensure his prolonged endurance.

...

One... two... three...

With the addition of the Thunderbeasts, the advance of the main battle formation slowed considerably; even though the human army had expanded its personnel and enhanced its steel armament during this time, it was merely enough to withstand exhaustion and maintain the frontline against the horde.

The Mech Armored Corps could only advance the frontline once they had eliminated all the Thunderbeasts.

With high hopes placed upon them, mechas began joining the front lines against the Thunderbeasts one after another.

However, this process of joining could only be considered barely satisfactory.

Watching the black dot that moved fearlessly through the swarm, the faces of all the officers inside the command vehicle turned blank.

It would be one thing to escort a single unit, but what did it mean to almost take full charge of escorting all the lightly damaged mechas needing repair from within the insect tide?

Seven times in, seven times out?

And always leading the mechas by a body length.

Bai's value continued to rise!

The addition of new mechas undoubtedly raised the efficiency in slaughtering the Thunderbeasts by a notch, and with the fall of the last Thunderbeast under the combined strikes of several mechas, a strange fluctuation instantly rippled out from the insect nest at its core.

Familiar waves swept through every will present in another dimension, pressing down like a monstrous beast overhead, instilling terror.

"Here it comes again..." an officer in the command vehicle murmured with a light sigh from deep within the battlefield.

Even with prior anticipation of this scene, the actual occurrence still sent shockwaves at the unimaginable power displayed.

"People from the Mechanical Court can move out now," Weslin said softly.

"We have already informed them..."

The voice fell silent, and everyone through the monitoring screen stared intently at the temporarily quiet battlefield ahead.

The performance of mech pilots who had undergone special training, and the conduct of all soldiers who had been equipped with Spiritual Energy Pressure Resistance Helmets and had collectively undergone basic Psychic Pressure Resistance Training, would become crucial factors in the outcome of this battle.

The city indeed placed great importance on this total assault, but in this era, no one dared to claim that an attack launched into the unknown would surely succeed. Many things could only be understood after attempting them.

If this total assault also failed, the city would have to reevaluate the significance of the "Supreme."

Before confirming possession of truly overwhelming strength, they would no longer have the power to organize efforts of a similar scale.

However...

A scene of despair shattered everyone's perception at the first moment.

The first to move were units not belonging to any of the humans.

The insects that had been immobile during the "Supreme's" previous Spiritual Energy domain were now all capable of moving!

As if an invisible wave swept across the arena, the Spiritual Energy domain seemed to have no effect on these insects. They continued to hungrily charge towards the nearest human flesh in a bloodthirsty frenzy, their symbiotic weapons festooned with ghastly white spikes, dark and bloody.

Countless warriors at the front froze in the last moment of their charge before being completely engulfed by the endless swarm.

The hard-earned advancement that was enough to threaten the insect nest was repelled in an instant.

"Bang!"

Weslin smashed the tactical table in front of him with his hammer, his expression cold as eternal ice.

"Didn't they say the insects would also be suppressed in the Supreme's domain?"

The faces of the officers present were ashen.

"The intelligence... was incorrect..."

"Last time… were they pretending?!"

"Or perhaps the Overlord is evolving too? Is it also getting familiar with its own capabilities?"

Debating the cause of this situation was no longer important, resolving it was the far more pressing issue.

There were only two choices before them—

Continue the attack?

Or retreat as quickly as possible?

Humans had made extensive preparations for this general assault, but the insects had displayed characteristics in this battle that humanity had not understood before.

Count on the mech pilots who had undergone psychic training to counterattack? Or perhaps the elite mech pilots from the Mechanical Court with their decapitation capability?

If they could successfully decapitate the Overlord, there might still be a chance for turnaround.

"Should we notify the Mechanical Court to stop their actions?"

"Shush!" Weslin suddenly raised his palm, stopping the foolish question of the inquirer.

"Send them in!"

If the Mechanical Court's mech pilots died, they died, but such a chance to probe the true abilities of the Overlord was rare.

Last time they only discovered the Overlord's psychic control abilities, its own combat capabilities… were completely unknown.

If they could glean information about the Overlord, even if they were completely defeated this time, they would be able to respond more appropriately in the future.

And if they could really succeed in a decapitation… subduing the insect nest would happen today!

…

"Hiss-ha!"

An electric current shocked the brain, the extreme sensation of danger making Enor instantly alert.

A brief moment of darkness felt like tens of thousands of years; when he came to his senses, he found a terrifying pair of armored hammers heading straight for his "face".

Rose, operating the mech alone, took over all the permissions from the main mech pilot and fighter pilot at the critical moment, struggling to maneuver the mech to evade the attack.

"I'll help you!" Enor, the first to indicate that he had regained consciousness, took back his permissions and worked with Rose to issue orders at the last second, narrowly avoiding the encirclement by the two insect nest guards.

However, their teammates were not so lucky.

Even after going through the Psychic Pressure Resistance Training at the Arbitration Place, even just a moment of distraction could prove to be their undoing.

Faced with the attack of "Insect Nest Guards", a single lapse in attention could mean utter ruin.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Fragments flew in all directions, as the mechs made of octanium alloy crumbled against the attack of these terrifying monstrosities as if they were paper-thin.

"Wake up! Everyone wake up!"

Enor's voice roared through the comm.

The mech pilots who underwent special training were certainly not worthless; the instant they sank into the sea of despair, they struggled fiercely to awaken.

"Huff~"

"Huff~"

Even with cold sweat on their brows upon waking, these mech pilots did not forget where they were.

Seeing three ferocious beasts baring their teeth and claws, the pilots maneuvered their mechs to charge fearlessly once again, buying time for their comrades who had not fully recovered to come to their senses.

Through the comm came commands from the higher-ups, "Engage the target! The elites from the Mechanical Court are on the way to provide support!"

"Roger that!" Enor gritted his teeth, veins on his forehead bulging, "Mech Armored Corps, hold the line!"

The silhouette of a red behemoth slowly rose from the very heart of the insect nest, not far away.

Meanwhile, three sleek mechs, more streamlined and luminous, shot up from the rear of the human encampment, tracing a beautiful arc across the sky as they rushed toward the point where the red behemoth had risen.

Due to cost issues, the mechs used by Mechanical Court pilots could not be widely distributed, and those with even more formidable performance needed even more excellent operators. The primitive approach of relying solely on human brain to operate with keys and levers couldn't handle the load.

Mechas equipped with cutting-edge technology ought to possess far superior mechanical qualities.

Standing atop a vehicle, Bai E's gaze slid from one end of the sky to the other.

The mech pilots from the Mechanical Court, who bore the high hopes of the military camp, could they truly shoulder the weight of everyone's earnest expectations?