The most ironic scene was Saudi's hasty retreat despite their loud-mouthed promises. Seriously, were these guys here purely for comedic relief? It was pretty funny when Hei Feng finally said they didn't have time. If they didn't have time, what were they doing here in the first place?

As the saying goes, bad news travels fast and wide. The news spread like wildfire, with Mingfei commenting that these guys actually made themselves look even more pathetic by showing up.

The peaceful Mengdie couldn't help but lower her eyes and shake her head gently upon hearing this...

King Saudi, Shakespeare, was about to explode. His strategic provocation was utterly ruined by the Revenge Shadow Rider. The problem was, he had absolutely no clue when, where or in what form the Shadow Rider would strike, leaving him unprepared.

Revenge Shadow Rider had long been blacklisted by Saudi, but despite this, the prospect still made Saudi's blood boil with frustration. Shakespeare finally issued an order demanding that the Revenge Shadow Rider be wiped out by any means necessary - creating super soldiers, expanding armies, or even tracking him down through Sky Eye would suffice.

This asshole had interfered with Saudi's strategic plan once too many, it was intolerable. One could endure it, but the humiliation was too much.

That being said, Shakespeare had always been aware of just how terrifying the Revenge Shadow Rider could be. His threat was no less than a small armed force, capable of bringing down the mighty Borg empire without anyone noticing. Because Shakespeare had foreseen this, he naturally had made him a target - anyone who would not work for him must not be allowed to exist.

Many of the generals present, however, had a different opinion, especially those belonging to Princess Sha Mong's faction. They suggested that the Revenge Shadow Rider was being over-mystified. He was just a man, only one man who can't stir up any significant consequences. Borg's failure was due to their insatiable greed that led to their downfall, a lesson to be learnt. As long as we take steady steps, the strategies of the Revenge Shadow Rider won't pose a threat.

After all, failure is the mother of success, and mistakes are the strict mistress of diligence. Blindly creating super soldiers and expanding the army not only drains the country's resources but also isn't a long-term solution.

Really...? Sigh... With a wooden expression, Shakespeare heard of an urgent war report from the front-line Military Department. Northern hemisphere's key military fort in Mardis had been attacked by the federal super soldier codenamed "Destiny".

Damn... Shakespeare was so stressed that he was teetering on the brink of a breakdown. Now that another threat had emerged, called Destiny, he felt like he had fallen into a pit of teenage angst.

If the Revenge Shadow Rider had not disrupted them earlier, the situation would have been in their favor. Not only did the appearance of the Shadow Rider disturb Saudi's overall rhythm, but it also gave room for Sky Shadow to make a move. Shakespeare was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood. He slammed his hand on the table and ordered to shoot down the Sky Shadow, using any means necessary, just like it was for the Revenge Shadow Rider. From there onwards, he was not accepting anyone who displeased him.

"Your Majesty, there are no super soldiers nearby."

"Must we use a super soldier? Since when did Saudi soldiers become so weak? Relay my order; whoever shoots down Sky Shadow will be promoted, and those who do not contribute anything to the battlefield will be punished by the entire army."

This order was given by a commander who was almost gritting his teeth...

Sky Shadow's calculations were incredibly precise. Their plan was to destroy the critical military facilities here before the two Saudi super soldiers could reach the northern hemisphere. Their dues had to be repaid. With this, he could no longer partner with Mu Tou, without Mu Tou, Sky Shadow had no one to rely on in the battlefield, of course, he did not plan on relying on anyone or being relied on by anyone.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, in an instant, Destiny quickly destroyed a small nuclear power station.

Shortly after, Saudi reinforcement troops continuously popped up on the imaging device. Sky Shadow paused for a moment, and snorted disdainfully, muttering, "Ignorant of their impending death." How could a small Saudi force made up of rusted scrap ever pose a threat to Destiny? Had the enemy been piloting the latest model, the 9th generation assembly model, there would have been cause for concern. After all, it wouldn't be too far off from the capabilities of a 9th generation super soldier.

Facing a pile of junk, Sky Shadow could hardly be bothered to waste ammunition, but he still decided to attack and bring them down. It had nothing to do with sympathy or mercy, much less morality. Everyone was the same on the battlefield: survival of the fittest. This was the way of a soldier. To show kindness to an enemy was to be cruel to oneself.

Accompanied by a light hum, Destiny rolled into the void, pulling distance between them. Then, shaking its body, it went full force, a preliminary move by Destiny X8's Overriding.

Looking at Destiny's position, the Saudi soldiers felt their hearts squeezed, but they were compelled to act nonetheless, their superiors' orders were to advance at all costs. The Imperial soldiers controlling Sha Meng raised their Light Shields fearlessly, rushing forward, only to be pushed back halfway by Destiny's saturated firepower. The Light Shield gradually turned from green to yellow, then to orange and deep red as time passed, and soon the overburdened Sha Meng fell…

(Are these guys all idiots?) Sky Shadow was at a loss, wondering the point of the Saudi's human wave tactics. It was likely a death sentence issued by those politicians.

Watching his comrades fall one by one, an Imperial captain cursed. They were getting beaten as if they were being delivered in droves. In a moment, Overriding's X8 had knocked most of them down. Luckily, just as the captain had run out of options, support was on the horizon. His radio came alive with requests for support from the distant reinforcements.

Although he was the only senior officer left on the field, he roared without pause, "This is the 7th company's commander, requesting support. The 7th company requests support."

From the radio, he heard the sound of the elder company commander's joy, which quickly turned bitter. The support troops faced severe problems too. They hadn't even reached halfway up the hill when they were decimated.

Upon questioning, he learned that the support forces were a decommissioned old armored unit, equipped only with tanks and anti-tank fighters. They also had three 155mm caliber cannons and one 203mm caliber distance cannon. The caliber was sufficient, but the speed was not. There was no chance of striking a fast-moving target like Destiny's Gundam. Vehicles like light tanks could indeed shoot into the sky, but due to lack of elevation, they were limited. The calibers ranged from a 25mm to a maximum of 108mm cannon, which, to put it mildly, were not nearly as effective as an anti-material sniper rifle against Mechas.

For fuck's sake, these guys were just delivering themselves for an execution! Wishing them all to take care, the elder company commander, having no other choice, threw off his hat, jumped out of his Mecha, and ducked into a bomb crater, praying for it all to end soon.

Clearly, this old company commander was a seasoned veteran, well aware of a fact that it was rare for a battlefield to have two bomb craters, and a bomb crater could protect against shockwave threats.

Far away on the main battlefield of the Death Desert, a bigger skirmish was underway. At this moment, Feng Yi, dressed in military camouflage and holding an IS-7, was quickly maneuvering through the field. The local resistance could barely hold up under the dense Imperial fire.

Unexpectedly, the Imperial plan had changed, and they had begun clashing with the Takla forces earlier than planned. The Flaming Legion was moving at top speed towards the Death Desert, and what Feng Yi had to do now, was to assist the resistance in the trenches while trying to hold back the Imperial soldiers as much as possible.

In the bloody chaos, Feng Yi was constantly on the move in the trenches, "Hey, wake up." Seeing a fallen soldier, he checked for signs of life. Upon detecting some, he quickly forced a ginseng pill into the man's mouth. His hands grabbed the communicator, and he barked out, "X547, high ground B9 coordinates have been locked on with laser guidance. Requesting air support, repeat…."

"Roger that."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! In an instant, the coordinates Feng Yi had announced were bombarded by a missile…

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