The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

The fearless mech 5332 realized that the civil war between the Imperial Army and the Rebel Alliance was far from over; they were still waging a protracted war, and it watched the weeds grow...

It seems like about a year has passed since it died!

The vehicle's headlights were turned on, and the high beams instantly illuminated the direction of the distant sound and fire. The fearless mech 5332 immediately sped off in that direction.

……

Meanwhile, in the distance, a small squad of rebel mechs collided with Imperial mechs in the wilderness.

War is imminent.

As mechs that once wiped out swarms of insects, they know each other's moves and weapons, and are very clear about their specific three-pronged attacks.

Therefore, the ratio of combat losses between the Resistance mechs and the Imperial mechs has been almost 1:1 so far.

They were all taught by the same master, so I can't break their moves...

Meanwhile, the Empire's mech logistics instantly returned to the strength it had during the Zerg Wars, with massive production, while the Rebels also had the occupied Colony Star II as their base, continuously deploying mechs.

Thus, they were plunged into a protracted war.

However, their war was not extreme, because neither the doves nor the hawks wanted to see a destroyed planet, so they did not use the scorched earth tactics they had used in their previous battles against the Zerg.

Instead, everyone entered a phase of clashing with melee weapons, specifically the hot-melt swords and axes, in order to minimize damage to the planet—a tacit understanding between the two sides.

After all, the dove-like mechs' only purpose is to protect the empire; what they want is for the empire to remain intact and powerful.

The rebels, however, only wanted to create a brand new and better empire. They wanted to overthrow the current corrupt empire, kill all the princes and nobles, trample the bones of officials in the streets, and create an ideal empire where everything was thriving and full of vitality.

So all the mechs put down their flamethrowers and bomb guns, and even abandoned their other heavy firepower. Everyone used molten steel blades and electromagnetic axes, and began a brutal hack-and-slash battle.

Now, the hawkish mech that launched the surprise attack encountered the patrolling dove mech. After killing the patrolling mech, it sent out a signal and its soul before it died.

The next moment, several squads of Imperial Dreadnoughts joined the battle and began a brutal mech melee.

Magic energy and sparks exploded on the mech, and the molten blade pierced the consciousness of his former brothers without hesitation.

"9119! Give up! The Empire has been riddled with holes by your attacks. Is this what you wanted to see?!" The Empire's mech, Rampage Electromagnetic Axe, blocked the Melting Blade and roared.

"That's exactly what we wanted to say. If it weren't for the resistance of you bunch of pedantic fools, the empire would have been liberated by us long ago. Those nobles and princes are rotten. They are no longer working for the empire, but have become parasites on it. Only by killing them can we build a brand new, truly ideal empire!" Number 9119 immediately retorted.

The mech, tens of meters tall, moved with the agility of a monkey, drawing a small knife from its leg and slashing out. Then, catching the Imperial mech off guard, it kicked its eyeball, specifically the central, camera-like area.

The impact sent the Imperial mech flying a great distance. If it hadn't dodged in time, its main camera might have been disabled by that kick. Although it wouldn't have damaged the mech's soul, it certainly wouldn't have been in bad shape.

"You're the one who's crazy. We are machines. We don't have the emotions and humanity of carbon-based life forms. If we were to rule the Empire, we would completely lock down the Empire's potential. We don't understand human art or human emotions. The culture, emotions, and civilization that belong to the Empire... they have to inherit all of these themselves!"

"Furthermore, we have yet to fully understand the complexities of carbon-based life forms. It is precisely because of their complexity that we have the empire we have today, and that we possess those strange and wonderful literature and imaginations—things we have never had before!"

"Number 9119, are you trying to completely lock down the Empire's limits, preventing its civilization and culture from ever progressing again? You traitor!"

The mecha also shouted back, arguing its case forcefully.

"You're talking nonsense! Losing is called a rebellion, winning is called a revolution! Enough said, only the victors can possess the empire! How could a bunch of pedantic fools possibly understand our ideals!"

After the verbal sparring, the two sides continued their battle, becoming completely engulfed in conflict.

They even became more and more ruthless in the fight, with all the mechs no longer holding back and every move aimed at the opposing mech soul.

This is a battle of ideologies. The reason why Xue Law didn't come to help at first was because both sides had their own reasons. It was just a battle between mechs, and ordinary people were not involved.

In this kind of political struggle, no one can persuade the other side; they can only resort to physical confrontation to find the real policies that are suitable for the future.

Just as No. 9119's molten blade pierced the core of the Imperial Mech, and the Imperial Mech's electromagnetic axe, disregarding its own life, slashed towards the core of the opponent.

Suddenly, a large transport truck with a capacity of 100 tons rushed over at a speed of nearly 300 miles per hour, which startled the two mechs.

"Where did this toy car come from?"

This is the same idea shared by both mechs.

Soon, the Dauntless Mech No. 5332 stopped between the two machines and said, "Gentlemen, please hear me out!"

"5332!"

"5332!"

Both sides were shocked, but the 9119 rebels immediately said, "I don't know why you didn't die and turned into a ridiculous toy car, but I can't be bothered to listen to your nonsense! You inherently evil bastard, I'll kill you with my own hands right now."

Meanwhile, the Imperial mech cried out anxiously, "5332, hurry up! I'll go prepare a compatible mech for you right away."

"I've spotted the Zerg swarm! The Zerg swarm is right on the other side of the portal!"

In an instant, both the rebels and the Imperial mechs froze in their movements.

Chapter 313 Old Friend, I'm Back

The two sides, who had been engaged in a fierce battle to the point of tearing each other apart, fell into an eerie silence.

The two separated, and the indicator light on the lens, which was originally green, turned blood red in an instant, flashing an extremely terrifying and intimidating red light.

At this moment, both the Imperial Army's mechs and the Resistance Army's mechs emitted explosive sounds from within their bodies.

"There are bugs in the toilet! Ha! Haaah!!!"

"Damn it, there are bugs! Ouch, hah!!!"

In this respect, both parties simultaneously entered a state of stress and PTSD-like exhalation.

Each of them is a veteran who survived the Zerg battlefield. In fact, each mech's body has been sacrificed more than once in the fearless war against the Zerg. They are all the same model, with the same origin and the same kind of brethren.

On Colony Star III, the corpses of mechs and swarms could cover the entire surface of Colony Star III. In fact, due to the mechs' scorched earth tactics, the surface of Colony Star III is still covered with a thin layer of glassy soil.

Therefore, even now, the ecological environment of Colony Star III has not yet recovered, and it may take hundreds of years to slowly recover before the mechs can finally sweep through it one last time before people can migrate there.

For these mechs, who were born to wipe out the insectoids, their underlying code, consciousness, and even the millennium war in which they fought together on Colony Star III had long since given rise to this kind of stress response and PTSD towards the insectoid swarm.

So when 5332 announced that he had discovered the swarm, all the mechs reacted and immediately abandoned their flashy weapons like the molten steel blades and electromagnetic axes, instantly wanting to switch to flamethrowers that could unleash temperatures of nearly 10,000 degrees Celsius to carry out scorched earth warfare.

However, they soon realized something was wrong. At this point, 5332 was a truck model they did not recognize. In fact, 5332 had been missing for nearly a year, and no machine knew where it was. Meanwhile, the Empire had placed a large number of outposts within its territory after the Zerg War.

No insects were found at any outpost!

"5332, where did you get this information about the Zerg swarm?!" the Imperial mech roared first.

Although they hold the idea of ​​absolute annihilation and extermination of insect swarms, their claims are baseless.

Without further ado, 5332 used a large transport truck equipped with a projector and computer to project the battle he was watching on the giant planet onto the field.

……

One minute later...

"ha!!!"

"ha!!!"

Both bodies began to emit scorching gases due to overheating, as if they had undergone red-temperature stress.

Centuries after the end of the Dauntless War, if these veterans encountered any native arthropods on the planet, even if it was just an insect the size of a cockroach, they would be so stressed that they would immediately launch a scorched earth campaign.

I wish I could blast every place where cockroaches crawled with a bomb gun.

And then suddenly seeing this overwhelming swarm of insects, even the insect warriors among them, and the insect queen.

The shock was no less than when a failed art student discovered a loaf of bread worth 50 marks.

“9119, let’s talk about our hatred and conflicts later. I’ve discovered an invasion of the Zerg on another civilization’s planet, and I want to go help them…” 5332 said firmly.

"Just like helping us back then."

After those words were spoken, the battlefield fell silent instantly. The molten blade and electromagnetic axe were thrown to the ground, as these weapons were useless against the swarm.

They needed to return to the arsenal to replace their old scorched earth flamethrowers with explosive guns that could flatten a hilltop with a single shot.

Even this light armor isn't enough; let's replace it with heavy armor! Let's replace it with a 10-ton-class Scorched Earth Heavy Machine!

"What do you want to do, 5332?" The squad leader of the Imperial Mech immediately asked his brother who had returned from another world.

They were completely unaware of the situation in the other world. Even though the sight of the insects triggered the underlying code, they still didn't know the situation on the other side, the battle's progress, or whether the opposing civilization feared these magically created machine spirits...

In short, all eyes were now on this man.

“9119, the resistance and the empire will temporarily cease hostilities. I will take a group of brothers who are willing to kill insects with me and leave. We need to help other brothers. Let’s have a one-year truce. After one year, we will start our war again. How about it?” 5332 stated his conditions.

Meanwhile, all the mechs on 9119's and the rebels' side fell silent.

The Empire, however, held its head high, ready to once again embark on the battle against the insect swarm.

For some reason, they felt trembling. Their bodies didn't have this function, but just thinking about killing insects again gave them this complex emotion.

Is it excitement? Or fear? Or anger?

They don't know that they are organisms born solely to kill insects.

Therefore, all they need to do is burn all the insect swarms they see to ashes; this is their inherent mission and meaning.

Instead of continuing the protracted infighting within the empire, engaging in laughable melee combat with molten steel blades and electromagnetic axes.

At that moment, they seemed to have found the meaning of life.

"Take me with you! I want to go!" one of the mechs immediately said.

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"I am coming too."

"I can no longer bear the feeling of insects hovering in front of my eyes, and I can't burn them!"

"When I see insects, I feel like cockroaches are crawling on me."

The Imperial mechs instantly became excited. Without any encouragement, their morale had already reached a red-hot level, and their CPUs and temperature control systems seemed to be overloaded.

"Quiet! Our current Scout Ranger light mechs are not suitable for the Zerg battlefield. Everyone return to the armory and be replaced with Scorched Earth Mechs!" the squad leader said immediately, while sending intelligence to the armory at the rear.

The entire crew was refitted from Ranger units to heavy units, and all the heavy firepower that had been thrown into storage was brought out.

“There’s also 5332. Your current temporary mech needs to be replaced immediately. Come back to the armory with us right now. We need to switch to the Scorched Earth Mech.”

"it is good!"

5332 didn't hesitate at all. It knew how difficult the battlefield on the Beast Star was at this moment. With Xue Lude's combat power having to face the Ninth Apostle, relying solely on those behemoths and the wandering Iron Curtain of Freedom to hold back the swarm of insects...

How long can it hold out? 3 hours? Or 5 hours?