The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7512

Chapter 7512: Into Darkness

Take a look up close.

That was not as simple as it sounded.

"The enemy ’formation anchors’ may be positioned right outside of our protective bubble, but the difference is as vast as the difference between heaven and hell." Ves said after a brief pause. "Almost none of our people can withstand the attacks of so many deathborn. They also won’t be able to last too long against the dark miasma, especially now that the enemy death energy formation has imbued it with enhanced erosion characteristics."

That latter part made a jaunt into enemy territory a lot more dangerous than before!

The Saint Commander only had a limited amount of options at her disposal.

"Ves, how do you think your Woodsap mechs or Ascended Giants would fare if they leave the protection of our energy fields?"

"Not good." He immediately judged. "In both cases, their resistance mainly comes from their strong vitality. My Woodsap mechs should be able to endure for a few minutes at most. The problem is that every second of exposure will rapidly wear down their energy and possibly their material reserves. They can take a quick peek, but that is all. As for my Ascended Giants, they should be able to endure greater pressure due to the buffer provided by their true bodies, but I am concerned that the deathborn are able to target their souls directly. You should know as well as I do that typical phase lords are strong in body but weak in spirit."

None of the two options sounded ideal. Sending either of them out meant expecting casualties, especially given how the enemy had studied the Larkinsons.

Who knew how many solutions the native aliens and the deathborn had prepared!

"Send me out, Casella." Saint Tusa Billingsley-Larkinson requested on his own accord. "Reconnaissance is one of my main responsibilities. My Saint Kingdom is not as diluted as your Command Field. The opposing energy fields can only suppress its range at most. It will never be able to threaten my ace mech himself. Once I have found what the aliens or deathborn are up to, I can immediately proceed with sabotaging whatever they are doing."

Sending out the ace mechs right away sounded like the right move, but it was exactly because of this reason that the Saint Commander felt more reluctant.

From what she had observed of the enemy, she knew that she was dealing with an intelligent and knowledgeable opponent.

Sending out a single ace mech into a highly disadvantageous environment sounded risky.

What if the Dark Zephyr Mark III got caught in a trap and needed to be rescued?

Should the Larkinsons send out their other ace mechs?

Perhaps they would be next to fall into a trap!

The Hypeh-Tekas System presented so many uncertainties that no one knew the extent of the dangers here. Their enemies clearly made preparations. The question now was whether they were extensive enough to endanger everyone.

The Saint Commander could not afford to deliberate on her decisions for too long.

"We are suffering from a lack of intelligence. The enemy does not, at least not to the same extent. We urgently need to regain parity with our opponents. That said, we will not do so by recklessly sending out our best. Tusa, you and your battle partner must continue to patrol our interior. We need you to remain on guard against sneak attacks. The enemy leader may be trying to feint us in order to attack us at an unexpected angle. That is what I would do if I was in its place."

Saint Tusa clearly did not like this command, but he understood its necessity. "Fine."

The Dark Zephyr Mark III may fare best when venturing behind enemy lines, but his speed made him almost just as valuable in a defensive capacity.

He also served as an excellent patroller and first responder. No covert activities could escape the notice of his Saint Kingdom, and the ace light skirmisher’s mobility allowed him to sweep a greater volume of space than other individual units.

"Mr. Shuku." The Saint Commander addressed the elven Terran leader next. "Form 4 squads and send them towards all 4 energy cyclones in order to gather intelligence. Do not get bogged down, and do not take undue risks. Your only mission is to make enough observations so our experts can decipher the enemy’s methods. If you can catch sight of any strong or unusual enemy deployments, then that is good, but not essential."

"Understood." The Second Elf succinctly replied. "Maintaining communications inside the dark miasma will be difficult if not impossible. There is a chance that the enemy may eliminate one or several squads without giving the latter enough time to bring back their findings."

"I am aware, but I have already prepared a response. Go now and execute my orders."

None of the Terran mech pilots objected to this sudden and incredibly risky assignment. Their Woodsap mechs were more special than the conventional first-class multipurpose mechs. It made sense for them to undertake greater responsibilities.

Four squads quickly began to fly towards the energy vortices. Each of them seemed small and inconsequential, yet the biomechs all exuded a sense of strength and vitality that contrasted sharply against the ominous background!

The Woodsap mechs had already been topped off beforehand. Each of them operated with close to full reserves. Though that did not necessarily make them invincible, it should at least afford them precious time in hostile territory!

The Rosenstorm did not evade this assignment. Caracalla Shuku was not the sort of leader who was willing to stay in the rear while letting his fellow elves and other Terrans endure all of the danger and hardships.

"Five minutes." He instructed. "That is our limit. Regardless of what happens, you must suspend whatever you are doing and return to safety. I do not know whether our mechs will be able to last this long, but we will presume all is lost if you fail to return after the deadline."

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