Sorrenke replied disdainfully.
"Your wisdom is unparalleled, my lord."
Atang said obsequiously.
"I'll leave this to you; I'm going to give them a quick end."
Sorrenke stood up from the command chair.
"Yes, I wish you triumphant return, my lord."
Atang said respectfully.
...
In the starry sky.
The Bright White Mother Ship opened a row of boarding exits.
Shua!
A V Generation Mecha·Prism Messenger, standing sixty meters tall, forged entirely of ivory rare metal, with a sacred insignia branded on its chest, a white super particle beam cannon mounted on the shoulder, holding a white long spear, and two pairs of white light wings embedded on its back. Its shoulders painted with six Red Moons, nine Black Moons, eighteen Red Stars, and thirteen Black Stars, exuding a formidable sense of oppression, burst forth from the ship, transforming into a white streak of light that swiftly entered the battlefield.
Crack!
Along the way, one Iron Guard after another exploded violently.
