Archibald gently raised his right hand.
The mecha with scorched earth paint raised its right hand in sync, fingers spread open, palm facing outwards.
At this moment, abnormal fluctuations appeared on the dashboards of all warships in the fleet, causing a momentary malfunction in all light computer equipment.
"Is Lord Archibald going to use that move?"
Just as someone murmured, Archibald's deep voice slowly resonated, "Weapon release, prepare to... strike forcefully with me."
At the instant of hearing this voice, the morale of the entire army soared to its peak.
The faces of the ship officers and soldiers were flushed with excitement.
Knees slightly bent, the mecha leapt from the top of the ship into the sky, not too fast or slow, yet exuding an admirable demeanor and momentum.
At this moment, threads of lightning with a scorched yellow glow began to appear densely in space, paving along the trajectory of the mecha's ascent in the silent dark cosmos.
