Its design was quite simple, angular, with a recessed inverted triangular head that lit up with twelve green electronic eyes. The turbine engine on its chest spun at high speeds, distributing the reactor's energy throughout its body. The overall lines were mostly comprised of sharp triangles, exuding a futuristic, sci-fi aesthetic.
The paint job of the mecha was simple—white with touches of yellow and black at the edges. Yet, this simple color scheme carried an inexplicable sense of oppression,
as if it were a warning.
Carrying a rifle and a shield as tall as itself, it stood alone among the ruins of the city, like a knight who still upheld justice at the end of the world.
The three pairs of huge sail-like thrusters on its back were filled with various cannons and missiles. The rocket pods on its shoulders and the twin electromagnetic railguns at its waist all testified to it being a pure war machine.
Li Aozi hovered midair, facing this nameless mecha, and asked again:
