Max and the Mechanical Army Chapter 155

10:00 AM, 8th Galaxy Standard Time.

Watteau Standard Time, 18:25 in the evening.

Turan only brought thirty mechas, but they were not small mechas. They were super-time and space heavy mechas produced by the Eighth Galaxy itself.

For the most elite vanguard, "thirty" is a magical number. If the firepower is too small, it will be insufficient. If the firepower is too high, it will sacrifice a certain degree of mobility. In Turan's hands, thirty mechas can be like ghosts or sharp knives. She listened to the busy tone of the communication from the other side of the Rose Heart. The preheated muzzle was hanging, like a peerless swordsman with a sword lying on his knees, with a very calm expression---so calm that he hardly looked like a longhorn beetle.

"General Turan, the expedition team's experimenter reports to you."