The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7563

Chapter 7563: A Massive Eruption

The Dark Zephyr Mark III entered into a temporary stalemate with his unseen enemy.

The ace light skirmisher had repeatedly evaded the lethal superdimensional-tipped tentacles of the presumed deathborn leader.

It was one thing for Tusa to rely on his skill, experience, intuition and other factors to make the right decisions time and time again.

Yet he visibly improved his response over time!

When the Dark Zephyr Mark III had transitioned from mere movement into dancing, the ace light skirmisher seemed to mock his incapable adversary!

Tusa actually thought that his ace mech’s increasingly provocative movements would have enraged the deathborn leader to the point of revealing other means.

Unfortunately, the unseen enemy was too smart and rational to fall for this trap.

The deathborn leader had instead decided to cease its unproductive attacks and chosen to back off, but not entirely.

Tusa’s eyes remained sharp as he could vaguely sense that his current enemy had never truly departed from the vicinity.

Instead, this formidable adversary had chosen to circle around the Dark Zephyr Mark III.

Neither side appeared ready to make any drastic moves.

Though Saint Tusa deeply wanted to bypass this threatening opponent and approach the orbital fortress that carried the superdimensional siege cannon, he saw no hope of doing so at this time.

The only contribution he could make was to keep this unknown alien powerhouse occupied!

Just as the deathborn leader sought to impede the Dark Zephyr Mark III, the ace light skirmisher also effectively kept the enemy in place!

It was hard for him to determine whether maintaining their current state benefited one side more than the other.

Tusa personally judged that it was absolutely vital to keep this frighteningly powerful alien away from the combined fleet.

After all, the First Sword Mark III was currently busy with defending the most crucial human vessels from the threat posed by the superdimensional siege cannon. She could not engage in a duel against this alien leader while still fulfilling her current assignment!

As such, the Dark Zephyr Mark III continued to circle around while remaining on guard.

The ace mech did not completely maintain a static position.

Tusa could feel his immediate opponent gradually shifting into different directions.

The Dark Zephyr Mark III followed the enemy’s movements while making sure not to get too close.

This went on and on to the point that it reminded Tusa of a dance.

Though the dance did not follow any clear patterns, Tusa still imagined that he had found a mutual rhythm with his alien ’dance partner’.

During this ambivalent ritual, Tusa constantly began to learn more about his adversary.

Though he had never verbally communicated with his alien adversary, he somewhat began to develop a clearer and more defined impression of his enemy by reading the enemy’s moves.

This was a more subtle form of intelligence gathering.

Saint Tusa prided himself for his eyesight and his ability to read his enemies.

This standoff granted him a better understanding of the deathborn leader.

They were drastically different in nature. They held very little common ground and it was doubtful whether they could understand each other’s language.

Yet despite all of these barriers, Tusa felt he was constantly learning more about the temperament of his current dance partner.

At the same time, he imagined that his adversary felt similar. Tusa could not stop himself from exposing different pieces of information.

Though he did not consider himself to be a particularly private individual, Tusa still did not want this new enemy to develop a thorough understanding of himself and his ace mech.

Perhaps he needed to make this dance more interesting.

The Larkinson ace pilot tried to come up with ideas. He was not in a hurry to make a move. So long as his enemy remained passive, he was still doing his duty.

He thought he would have more time to come up with a plan.

Yet just when he thought this stalemate would drag on without excitement, the surrounding space suddenly experienced a drastic shift!

Tusa widened his eyes as he witnessed the surrounding dark miasma getting displaced by a rapidly-expanding wave of extremely abundant life energy!

He immediately recalled the gambit that Ves and his fellow mech designers had prepared.

"THEY DEPLOYED THE NEW BIOMECHS ALREADY?!"

This was too soon!

Something severe must have happened outside of the Dark Zephyr Mark III for the Saint Commander to choose to detonate this particular payload in advance!

The Saint Kingdom surrounding the ace light skirmisher flared brighter as Tusa forcibly channeled all of his willpower into keeping the eruption of life energies at bay.

He could vaguely sense that not only was the dark miasma being displaced by a huge amount of positive energies, but the deathborn had also been driven mad as well!

These mindless beings eagerly devoured the free-floating vitality, only to grow sick and become forcibly drained by the poisonous seeds that they had inadvertently swallowed.

The weakest deathborn could not sustain this dramatic consumption. They perished quietly or exploded violently, releasing large amounts of life energy that the deathborn previously tried to digest.

"THIS VITALITY IS POISONOUS."

Saint Tusa did not feel too upset or regretful about this. "YOU KNOW ABOUT THE PLAN, PARTNER. NONE OF THESE ENERGIES BELONG TO US IN THE FIRST PLACE. THE ONLY GROWTH THAT MATTERS IS THE ONE THAT WE HAVE EARNED THROUGH OUR OWN EFFORTS."

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