The entire suit of mecha seemed to come to life, decomposing inch by inch and winding around Greg Jensen's arms.
Under the astonished gaze of the onlookers, there was no need for him to put it on actively; it automatically covered his body.
It must be said that the Angel of Burning Armor newly built by Zack Milton was something else. Despite its broad design looking like it weighed hundreds of pounds, Greg Jensen couldn't feel its weight at all, as if he was simply wearing a coat.
He tried taking a few steps, lifting his arms. He could clearly feel as though every part of the mecha had fused into one with him, giving the illusion of being as light as a swallow yet as strong as an ox.
"Not bad, truly worthy of you, Clan Leader. This suit of mecha is simply flawless, even better than those made by Shelton Milton!"
Greg Jensen couldn't help but praise, attempting to condense Spiritual Energy on the Mech Armor Core.
