Following behind the Mammoth III were two Type V Swordsman mechas. They were the guarantee of close combat.
Behind them were six Type V Gunner mechas and a white Type III Guardian mecha.
This was a standard assault mecha team. If it was a scouting type or a destruction type, it would be a combination of other mechas.
In this regard, the three Major Leagues had at least ten different mecha combinations.
The main mechas of the three Major Leagues were also quite different.
"Captain, according to the satellite display, there are continuous energy fluctuations 30 degrees to the front left and two kilometers away. The satellite image is blurry and blocked." Mo Yu's comm confirmed.
"Accelerate forward, battle formation."
Mo Yu immediately gave the order. As an imperial mecha pilot, he was the absolute core of the team, so he naturally took the lead. The two Type V swordsman mechas were positioned slightly behind him on either side of him.
The six Type V Gunner mechas were a little further back, moving forward while remaining vigilant. At the same time, the six Type V Gunner mechas surrounded the Type III Guardian mecha to protect it.
At full speed, a distance of two kilometers was but a blink of an eye for a mecha squad.
Rushing out of the forest, the view in front of them suddenly became clear.
There was no need for radar to confirm. Mo Yu saw two people on the beach. No, it should be three. There seemed to be a person lying on the ground.
What was that green light?
It wasn't a monster. It seemed to be a human ability user?
"The people in front, please identify yourselves immediately. Identify yourselves immediately." Mo Yu shouted through the Mammoth III mecha's loudspeaker.
The two Type V Swordsman mechas quickly pulled out their titanium alloy swords and took a few steps to the side, maintaining a certain distance from the Mammoth III.
They formed a pincer formation.
The six Type V Gunner mechas all raised their high-frequency laser guns.
They aimed forward.
Ten huge mechas appeared.
In an instant, the seaside was filled with a thick murderous aura.
"We're from Skyfire Avenue."
A low voice suddenly rang in the ears of every mecha pilot. It was as if it was speaking right beside their ears.
Including Mo Yu, all ten mecha pilots were shocked. Two of the Type V Gunner mecha pilots were so shocked that they almost fired their laser guns.
Skyfire Avenue?
Of course, Mo Yu knew where it was. Just as he was about to continue asking, a silver light suddenly lit up in front of him, completely ignoring the Type III Mammoth's one-foot-thick alloy armor and energy shield.
A shield-shaped badge appeared in front of him.
As an imperial mecha pilot, Mo Yu could be considered to have seen many things. He immediately cried out, "The power of space."
The shield-shaped badge was dark red in color. The moment it landed in Mo Yu's hand, ten thin golden pillars of light rose up. These pillars of light were released from the surroundings of the shield-shaped badge. The strange energy did not have any destructive power, but it produced a special signal.
The Mammoth III mecha's main control computer immediately emitted an electronic voice. "Identity confirmed. Gold Star Level 3, highest authority in the military."
Gold Star level 3?
When he heard these three words.
Mo Yu was instantly petrified.
The Eastern Alliance military had their own internal identification system.
The lowest ranking officer was called Iron Star, and Second Lieutenants were Iron Star level one.
The First Lieutenant was an Iron Star Level 2, while the Captain was an Iron Star Level 3.
Above the Field Rank was the Bronze Star Rank, the General Rank was the Silver Star Rank, and only the Commander Rank was the Gold Star Rank.
The Commander of a planet's military was Gold Star level one. Fleet Marshals were Gold Star level two. Only the Commander of the Three Armies and the Alliance's Minister of Defense were Gold Star level three!
And this badge that the other had sent over seemed to be the Iron Blood Marshal's Gold Star level three.
Mecha pilots were recognized as the occupation with the most officers in the Major League. Mo Yu was only a squad leader, but he was already a major.
But as a major, he was only Bronze Star level one. Compared to this Gold Star level three was like heaven and earth.
Wait a minute!
Mo Yu suddenly thought of something. In that instant, he felt the blood in his body rush to his head.
Skyfire Avenue!
Gold Star level three!
When these two words were linked, what did it mean?
Of course, the people from Skyfire Avenue could not be the Commander of the Three Armies, the Minister of Defense, or even a high ranking military official.
But they were the guardians of the Alliance, the mighty Paragons!
My god!
Could it be … could it be that one of those three was the Paragon His Majesty?
Just then, the badge in his hand flashed with silver light, and disappeared.
Skyfire Avenue, the Paragon His Majesty, the power of space.
When the three were put together, the identity of the other party was obvious.
Mo Yu swallowed hard, then used the loudest voice he could muster to give his team an order. "Identity confirmed. Everyone move to the rear. Remove the danger signal from the humans ahead."
The other nine mechas spun around, keeping watch.
The Mammoth III's chest plate split open, and a simple metal staircase extended from it.
Mo Yu nimbly got off the mech along the stairs and quickly ran towards the place where the green light was flickering.
"There's no need to come over." The deep voice rang out again.
"Yes, sir!" Mo Yu stopped in his tracks, and saluted in the direction of the three.
"Eastern Alliance Thirty-Fourth Mecha Operator, Third Regiment, Thirteenth Squad Leader, Major Mo Yu. Reporting for duty, sir!" Mo Yu's voice cracked with emotion. His chest rose and fell, and his cheeks flushed.
It was a sign of his agitation.
There was no way he wouldn't be excited. His Majesty, the Paragon His Majesty!
To become an Emperor-ranked pilot meant he was also an Adept. A fifth-level Talent.
He'd long ago heard of a place in the Eastern Alliance called Skyfire Avenue. It was a paradise for Adepts.
Three Paragons were there to protect the Eastern Alliance.
The Northern Alliance was strong, but they didn't dare push the Eastern Alliance too far. A large part of that was because of these three Paragons.
Each one of them was as intimidating as a Bastion Ship.
A Paragon's individual strength couldn't compare to a Bastion Ship, but what was a Bastion Ship?
What was the size of a human?
If a Paragon wanted to kill someone, unless they had a Paragon of the same level to protect them, death was certain.
For this reason, the number of Paragons in the Major League was a part of a nation's strength.
There were ten known Paragons in the Major League, and seven of them were officially recognized by the Major League. In other words, seven Paragons recognized their Alliances, and were willing to work for them.
The Northern Alliance had two, the Western Alliance two, and the Eastern Alliance three.
Happy New Year, I want red packets!
Give me some tickets!
(To be continued …)