This is an era where heroes emerge in great numbers! This is an era where death and hope exist side by side! This is an era where the old order and the fires of new civilizations collide! What kind of grand epic will be written by the decaying federation, the fanatic empire, the obstinate theocracy, and the stirring foreign races?
Inside the hangar of Battleship No. 133.
Su Ming and his group struggled to stabilize their Mech, as the entire spaceship shook violently. Red warning lights flashed, and a piercing alarm sounded relentlessly.
"What the hell is going on? It feels like the ship is going to sink."
Chen Tong couldn't help but curse.
"It's about to sink."
Su Ming responded tensely.
"Su Ming, what do we do now?"
Zhao Ran naturally turned to Su Ming, not even realizing when he had started to rely on him so much.
Su Ming knitted his brows and said to Zhao Ran and the others,