Chapter 176
"You guys lost THREE white mechas the last time you came here??" I asked them incredulously.
"An exaggeration. They could barely be considered white mechas. More like blue mechas on steroids." The Ancestor said dismissively. "You're only around half my age and already you're sounding like an over excited old man."
"They may be miserable pieces of junk compared to our Blood Moon Mechas, and truly they were barely above the minimum energy output set by the Federation-"
"The already very low standards set by the Federation." The Ancestor interrupted Bruce Pang mildly.
"Yes that. But they were nonetheless certified white mechas. And they were all destroyed by the damned Gavarels. It is too dangerous for us to be passively taking on their attacks." Bruce Pang said adamantly. "Especially considering that he had not absorbed Deathscythe, and the mecha output he could manifest at this point is probably nowhere as strong."
