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"Calculate all the strong magnetic bombs, have the mechanics retrofit them, and install them all on the First Generation Mechas. Also, disguise those First Generation Mecha as Wet God Guild's mechas, and then select the ten best drivers ready for a suicide attack."
"Is this really feasible?"
York asked with some unease.
"It would be difficult under normal circumstances, but under the intense attack of those idiots from the Wet God Guild, we might actually have a chance. Hurry up and prepare."
"Understood!"
York didn't say anything more.
At this time, on the outskirts of Ketuo Mine, Akshay and his companion were watching Su Mo wreak havoc, regretting deeply.
They had anticipated that the third-generation mechas would be strong, but they hadn't expected them to be this powerful.
They had suffered a huge loss, but they still had to persist.
