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"Little uncle, why don't you take action?" "Ignorance, I am overpowering the enemy with my momentum!" "But the enemy has already cast two magic spells, and all the defensive magic weapons just exploded!" The blackened little uncle looked at the hourglass and cursed in his heart: "The dog system, isn't it better yet? You can hold off better than me!"

"Little uncle, why don't you take action?" "Ignorance, I am overpowering the enemy with my momentum!" "But the enemy has already cast two magic spells, and all the defensive magic weapons just exploded!" The blackened little uncle looked at the hourglass and cursed in his heart: "The dog system, isn't it better yet? You can hold off better than me!"

He opened the cockpit and sat slumped in the seat. This is an old mecha, a product of the first mecha revolution. It has been two hundred years now, and the mecha is aging seriously. He wiped the dust off the console with his bloody hands. In the blur of red and yellow, he seemed to see her eyes again. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth together. He was dissatisfied, unwilling, and full of anger. He slowly raised his hand and turned down the mecha's power valve. After a long sizzling sound, a low roar finally sounded, but his heart calmed down. The anger in his heart seemed to be suppressed together, just brewing the shocking thunder and lightning. He clenched the operating lever with both hands, his eyes were as cold as ice, but his mouth was smiling. He remembered boasting to her that as long as he was given a mecha, he could rescue her from anywhere. And now he has another mecha. Although it was dilapidated and old, it was the only one fighting alongside him at the moment. He will drive it and declare war on the world. --About passion, love, mechas, war...