"Charge with me!"
Krisa rushed in with many underlings.
The Holy Army responsible for outer perimeter patrol was instantly terrified and retreated to the internal stronghold.
At this moment, a Fake V Generation Mecha·Hunter, towering at forty meters, with somewhat old gray armor covering its body, a Heavy Particle Light Cannon embedded in its right shoulder, a pair of Mechanical Light Wings on its back, and holding two Plasma Light Sabers, emerged from the stronghold alongside several old Fierce Beast Mechas and Gun Knights.
Both sides stood off in the starry sky.
"Krisa, don't push us too far."
Akufa gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Akufa, I'm too lazy to waste words with you. If you know what's good for you, hand over those Energy Crystals. I'll spare you. Otherwise, I'll kill you all, leaving no one alive."
Krisa threatened with a savage grin.
"Dream on! I will never hand them over, and if you dare to attack us, our Legion Commander will never spare you."
