"Wang Zheng, look at the masterpiece we've made for you. We went through great pains in the process."
Even Butcher could not resist milking the moment. A black mecha drew their eye. It was a deep black that held just a gleam of light. It gave one a cold, murderous aura. The entire mecha's surface was covered in runes, like an Atlantean mecha, but even denser. Wang Zheng was also a mecha engineer himself, and had researched the runic mecha before. This mecha's runes were clearly different. The runes were even more closely packed, and the mecha was a shade larger than the average fighter mecha. The entire hull had an oppressive feel, as though proud and aloof, a snide, disdainful feel to it. Just sitting there, the mecha would exude pressure on the opponent.
Butcher was very satisfied that Wang Zheng and the rest were satisfied. He had truly expended much of his energy on it, but wished that the lad Wang Zheng would use it well to achieve great deeds in the future.