"Calabi..."
"Has fallen."
The biggest deviation in this plan was that none of Solomon's eleven mechas could surpass the Thunderhawk in speed.
The most mobile mecha, Dark Pentagram, was snatched back by Thunderhawk in an instant during its transfer, restrained with overwhelming force, and then frozen by that damn bow-holding mecha.
"What exactly is that bow-holding mecha! Why can it block our Protective Light Beam!"
A furious roar echoed through the communication chain.
"It has extraordinary freezing power that can deactivate the energy adhering to the mecha armor, and can unilaterally shield against damage transfer force fields—it's simply our... nemesis!"
"In other words, our intelligence was out of balance."
Paimon's icy voice seeped into everyone's ears, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably as he stood on the bridge.
The blood vessels on the backs of his hanging hands bulged, writhing like earthworms.
Paimon was forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart at this moment.
