The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7220

Chapter 7220: Hostile Mech

Ves entered one of the cargo compartments of the Tarrasque.

The Bluejay Fleet was originally supposed to set off for the Rubarthan Pact, but it suffered an unavoidable delay.

The Red Three assigned last-minute reinforcements to the fleet. The escort of a tier 2 galactic citizen was much more substantial than that of a tier 3 galactic citizen. It was irresponsible for a department head like Ves to be accompanied by a fleet that contained very little capital ships.

Unfortunately, the mounting pressure of the ongoing wars made it difficult for the RA, RF and RC to allocate enough mechs and warships to the Bluejay Fleet.

While there were plenty of assets available in Yernstall, each of them occupied a vital link in the elaborate defensive envelope of the central star node.

Even if everyone knew that a god pilot likely presided over the unofficial capital of the Red Ocean Union most of the time, the forces still had to stay in place in the event the native aliens or the mutated voribugs launched a massive decapitation strike.

The Red Cabal had already sacrificed dozens of ancient phase whales in an attempt to remove vital locations such as Bridgehead One off the board.

It did not matter if the native aliens had forsworn any further costly deep strikes. Just the threat of it was enough to force the Red Three to keep its forces in their most vital star systems.

If they did not do so, many of the residents and visitors would feel unsafe and divert to other star systems.

In any case, Ves had spoken to representatives of the Red Three and knew not to expect too much from the reinforcements. The Bluejay Fleet would mainly be getting more mid-sized sub-capital ships. They possessed enough throwing weight to make a difference, but were still small enough to make it economical to mass produce their hulls.

Ves did not care too much. He quite liked it that the Bluejay Fleet consisted of relatively fast and small hulls. Having a battleship or three at his disposal might be advantageous in terms of soaking up damage or bombarding enemy positions with lots of large caliber guns, but he already secured superior assets.

If Ves had to make a choice between fielding 30 huge, slow, lumbering and logistically demanding battleships and fielding 30 fast, versatile and much more compact Ascended Giants, he would pick the latter anytime!

Although the human phase lords were sorely deficient in long-range firepower, they were better than battleships in every other aspect.

So long as they could get close enough, the Ascended Giants could demolish entire warfleets by relying on their insanely durable spatial barriers, their wide area spatial abilities and their unstoppable wrecking power at closer ranges.

Red humanity had never deployed a force that was relatively light on mechs and warships but disproportionately heavy on phase lords.

Not even the native aliens had done anything like this. To them, every phase lord, even the least among them, was an honored god that had to be accompanied by a large force or attendants and worshipers.

The native gods considered it a shame for them to be deployed in the field without a sufficiently large and intimidating fleet of mortal warships!

It was actually rather exceptional that the Ascended Giants could resist this urge and tolerate their reassignment to a fleet that overwhelmingly consisted of escort vessels.

With all of the attention directed towards the Ascended Giants as of late, Ves was well aware that discontent had spread to other forces.

In particular, mech pilots started to feel neglected and overlooked. The combat power of their machines was only a fraction as powerful as a phase lord. Unless they were able to complete at least 2 major breakthroughs and turn into saints, it would be difficult for them to match a single Ascended Giant in combat!

Many mech pilots had therefore begun to question whether they were on the right path.

Could they have made more attainments if they pursued a career as a human phase lord?

Were mech pilots about to be relegated into sideshows just like alien phasefighters?

Ves personally did not think this was the case. No matter how powerful an Ascended Giant became, he knew that it was unrealistic for one to defeat a high-ranking mech pilot at the ’same’ level of cultivation.

Other variables such as the use of superdimensional technology might change the equation, but so long as everything else was equal, Ves would still bet all of his chips on an ace pilot or a god pilot.

The problem with Rosa Orfan was that she had yet to become a saint. She was still an expert pilot, much like many other champions of the Larkinson Clan.

To some of them, breaking through to the second major cultivation rank had been a matter of chance.

None of them had it too easy. Even Tusa went through a life-threatening stage as Ves had recklessly injected his phasewater-infused blood into his cousin’s body.

Saint Commander Casella Ingvar gained her ability to Commandeer and Enfeoff other mechs en masse due to the indescribable grief she suffered when she learned of her brother’s death.

The recently reconstructed Saint Isobel Kotin pretty much burned down her entire body until she was reduced down to a somewhat intact brain and spine.

All of these examples showed that even the Larkinson mech pilots who enjoyed incredibly favorable conditions had to go through extraordinary measures to break past their bottlenecks.

The question now was whether Venerable Rosa Orfan had what it took to follow their footsteps.

Expert pilots were supposed to be fearless and without doubt.

Ves found that the reality was much more nuanced.

As long as they had yet to shed all of their mortality, they remained vulnerable to human frailties and weaknesses.

Right now, the female expert pilot had chosen to sequester herself in this cargo hold because it happened to store a vital container.

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