The bgm, filled with an evil temperament, echoed over the ruins of the battlefield, with wild singing fluctuating with the music.
And as the source of the sound, the mech, theoretically so easy to pinpoint, drifted through the ruins like a ghost. Each appearance guaranteed the destruction of a mech.
One, two, three...
The limbs that were casually torn off were thrown onto the ground, and the remaining pilots, backs against each other, formed a circle, holding 44mm cannons, ready for the monster that might appear anytime.
Yes, a monster!
They knew of the existence of seventh-generation machines, and many pilots had even experienced them, but precisely because of this, they deeply understood that this kind of destructive power wasn't due to the mech itself!
"Right now, you find yourself in the Illusion Realm~~"
"And the antidote, is right here~~"
