In the starry sky.
Su Ming piloted the Fake V Generation Mecha·Shadow Lord, activated the optical device, and looked into the main star region of the Crimson Country.
He saw swarms of ships and dense mech formations deploying, spreading in all directions.
Su Ming, observing this scene, showed a slightly surprised expression and muttered to himself.
"Is the Imperial Army always this short-tempered? I've only killed over three hundred of them, and now they're making such a big fuss, deploying so many ships and mechas? This must cost a fortune. These guys sure are loaded."
At this moment, a fanatic shout from an Imperial officer echoed over the public communication channel.
"Brothers, the chance to get promoted and make a fortune is right before us. As long as we find that guy, women, money, and power are beckoning to us—what more could you ask for?"
"That's right, charge!"
...
Soon after, a formation of Imperial Mechas flew past right in front of Su Ming.
