In the earpiece, instructions from the Chongshan Province Metal Council branch sounded.
"Understood!"
The captains of the major mecha teams responded one after another.
...
It's a little past five in the afternoon.
The twilight sky was flushed with rosy clouds, and the setting sun was sinking in the west. The faint dusk was already tinged across the clouds, and the breeze carried a slight chill.
"Whoosh!"
On the side of the highway, less than half a mile away.
A mysterious mecha was gliding at low altitude, its form slender, its outline elegant, like a work of art made of silver-white mirrors. It faintly glimmered with a crystal-like sheen, with terrifying energy swirling below, resonating strangely with the void metal, as if ready to unleash a powerful attack at any moment.
On top of the mecha, a slowly rotating halo hovered and drifted.
