But all of this was obscured by the roaring flames.
Compared to the impact zone covering tens of thousands of square meters, the amber ball, which had ballooned from a diameter of 5 meters to 15 meters, truly seemed inconspicuous.
And inside the rotund Fury, it was an entirely different scene.
Fat Brother trembled all over, staring at the rapidly increasing numbers before him, his face excited as he clenched his fist...
"Aim a bit better."
"Damn! Shot so crookedly, you couldn't even hit grandma's house at less than a thousand meters."
"Wasteful and shameful."
"Yes, yes, this batch is more accurate, so satisfying..."
Subtle vibrations transmitted through the mecha along the data line to the body.
That tingling sensation...
It's as if countless tiny hands were massaging him, the comfort spreading from the soles of his feet along the spine to the top of his head.
"Ohhh...relieved."
Fat Brother closed his eyes, enjoying the massage.
This mecha is truly perfect.
