Densely packed Hell Apostle Mechs filled the skyline, with armored vehicles forming a battle array that rose and fell like mountain ranges.
The layers upon layers of war machines stacked from top to bottom, forming towering cliffs of machinery, and each part of this cliff was intently gazing at the elderly man below, standing with a golden cane and dressed in a gray suit.
Compared to these accumulated war machines, the elderly man's figure seemed as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Yet, it was this dust-like body that made the grand mechanical cliffs tremble. They clustered together, facing the elderly man in their strongest posture, but dared not advance within ten meters of him.
It was as if an invisible blade had sliced the world into barriers, standing before these war machines.
Standing in the far corner of the entire troop, the first officer stationed here stared blankly at everything.
