With the arrival of a large number of mechs, the battle in the Fourth Ring was miraculously stabilized.
When the last three hundred ninth-generation mechs joined the battlefield...
They finally managed to halt the Saiyans' relentless advance.
After all, the Saiyans had been fighting continuously since the invasion began.
No matter how powerful a creature was...
Its stamina was not limitless.
But at that moment...
An eleventh warrior appeared on the battlefield.
He descended like a comet.
The ninth-generation mechs—the greatest technological achievement of the Peace Circle—were no more than blades of grass in his hands.
The rifle-wielding soldiers were as insignificant as ants before him.
Amosi stood outside the Fourth Ring.
Although the battle had taken slightly longer than expected...
It was still sufficient.
With a single punch...
The nine-meter-tall ninth-generation mech before him exploded before slowly collapsing to the ground.
Amid the blazing flames...
Every lizardman stared at the figure that resembled a demon god.
The Saiyans, who had begun to show signs of fatigue, suddenly became filled with excitement upon seeing Amosi arrive.
No one understood his power better than they did.
One after another...
Every Saiyan activated their second racial talent.
War Fervor.
100 × 10 × 3 = 3,000 Combat Power.
Looking at the towering wall before him...
Amosi lowered his body like a cheetah preparing to pounce.
The next instant...
He shot forward like a shell.
BOOM!
A violent explosion shook the battlefield.
The defensive line that had only just stabilized was instantly torn apart.
"How... how is this possible?"
Watching the scene unfold, Rennes Garr sprang to his feet in disbelief.
After fighting for so long...
He had already realized something.
These alien creatures were not particularly powerful in their normal forms.
But once they transformed...
Their strength increased to an unbelievable degree.
And now...
This newcomer had blown apart the Fourth Ring's wall with a single punch.
Even the ninth-generation mechs they had placed all their hopes in...
Were destroyed like toys before him.
It was less like a battle...
And more like demolition.
Nothing could withstand even a single punch from that man.
With every thunderous impact...
Amosi advanced deeper into the city.
Soon...
He had reached the First Ring.
Karlsturt — Lord's Mansion
Watching the battlefield through the live feed...
Chris stared at Amosi, who looked like a walking demon god.
Their eyes met through the screen.
Chris instantly realized what Amosi intended to do.
"Damn it!"
"I won't let you succeed!"
He turned toward the attendants, who were trembling with fear.
"Deploy every remaining ninth-generation mech!"
"Delay him!"
"As long as we can stall for time..."
"We'll win!"
Hearing those words...
The attendants suddenly remembered the Magic Armor, which was on the verge of completion.
Hope returned to their faces.
Standing atop Karlsturt's walls...
Amosi looked coldly at the dense ranks of mechs before him.
Only contempt could be seen in his eyes.
Before absolute strength...
Numbers meant nothing.
A savage grin spread across his face.
The massacre begins.
Watching the berserk figure...
Chris's face gradually turned pale.
It was terrifying.
Powered armor.
Fortifications.
Laser cannons.
Heavy naval guns.
Electromagnetic artillery.
Everything exploded before Amosi like fireworks.
Not a single soldier...
Nor a single fortress...
Could withstand one punch from him.
Looking at the devastation unfolding before his eyes...
Chris felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
"My lord!"
"The Magic Armor has entered its final calibration stage!"
"It only needs five more minutes!"
"Once fully charged, it can be deployed immediately!"
The attendant's excited report rekindled hope in Chris's eyes.
The Magic Armor...
It would surely be capable of killing the demon standing before them.
Amosi looked at the dozen remaining mechs with a faint sneer.
"It's over."
Just as he prepared to eliminate them all in a single attack...
A sudden chill ran down his spine.
A brilliant blue beam shot toward him at incredible speed.
Fortunately...
His instincts allowed him to dodge in time.
The mech standing behind him...
Wasn't so fortunate.
Like snow melting beneath the sun...
It disappeared instantly.
The enormous beam stretched across the battlefield like a bridge connecting heaven and earth.
As the light slowly faded...
A towering figure emerged from its center.
More than ten meters tall...
Twice the height of the latest ninth-generation mech.
Its body was covered with glowing blue energy circuits, giving it an aura of mystery and overwhelming power.
Magic Armor.
A completely new generation of combat armor.
It employed an entirely different energy conversion system.
As a result...
Its conventional energy cannon had reached an astonishing level of destructive power.
The lizard engineers called this technology...
Great Power.
Through its incredibly efficient energy conversion alone...
It possessed overwhelming destructive force.
Its movement speed was also more than five times greater than that of a ninth-generation mech.
Combined with its devastating firepower...
The Magic Armor was the undisputed king of long-range combat.
Amosi narrowed his eyes as he studied the new machine.
For the first time...
His expression changed slightly.
He immediately realized...
This mech was completely different from everything he had faced before.
Combat Power: 3,000.
Seeing the number displayed by his scouter...
Amosi frowned.
Meanwhile...
Jiang Hao quietly observed the battle from afar.
A trace of surprise appeared on his face.
Three thousand combat power.
This strangely designed mech had undoubtedly reached the level of a second-level civilization.
Although the Saiyans had encountered a minor accident shortly after landing on Planet Kaza...
Fortunately...
The Third Squad had quickly resolved the situation.
The overall campaign had not been affected.
From the beginning of the invasion...
To the raid on Karlsturt...
Everything had proceeded smoothly.
Even without Jiang Hao personally commanding the battle...
Amosi had crushed every obstacle in his path.
Just as Jiang Hao believed victory was inevitable...
An unexpected variable appeared.
The Magic Armor's combat power of 3,000 slightly surpassed Amosi's normal strength.
After all...
Amosi possessed only 2,000 combat power in his ordinary state.
Under normal circumstances...
He was no match for the mech.
But...
Amosi was a Saiyan.
A true elite warrior of Saiyan civilization.
Thanks to his powerful Saiyan bloodline...
He could activate War Fervor and transform into a Great Ape, dramatically increasing his strength.
If absolutely necessary...
He could even transform into a Super Saiyan, multiplying his normal combat power by fifty.
Therefore...
Even though the Magic Armor had reached the level of a second-level civilization...
It still wasn't enough to defeat Amosi.
While Jiang Hao was thinking...
Amosi had already reached the same conclusion.
His normal strength wasn't enough.
So...
He instinctively raised his head toward the sky.
The full moon of Planet Zhaka hung overhead like a silver disc.
Tonight...
Was the planet's full moon.
"My Creator's first war..."
"Will be won through absolute domination."
Bathed in the moonlight...
Amosi bent his knees.
The next instant...
He charged straight toward the Magic Armor.
HUMMM—
The colossal blue beam fired once again.
Everything in its path was instantly vaporized.
Just as the Magic Armor's pilot believed he had finally suppressed the terrifying invader...
He suddenly saw a pair of cold, blood-red eyes.
Great Ape.
Combat Power ×10
2,000 × 10 = 20,000.
Amosi leapt high into the sky.
His gigantic body descended like a falling mountain.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted.
The shockwave shattered every window within twenty kilometers of Karlsturt.
Directly beneath Amosi...
A cloud of dust dozens of meters high billowed into the sky.
Watching the live transmission...
Chris's joyful expression froze.
"How..."
"How is this possible?"
The Magic Armor...
The ultimate weapon upon which they had placed all their hopes...
Had been smashed into the ground by a single punch.
Moments later...
The dust slowly settled.
The earth beneath was covered in countless spiderweb-like cracks.
At the center of the crater...
Lay the once magnificent Magic Armor.
Its glowing energy circuits had been torn completely open.
Sparks crackled violently from every exposed conduit.
As for the pilot inside...
He had long since been reduced to an unrecognizable corpse.
One punch.
That was all it had taken.
The Magic Armor warrior had been killed instantly.
Chris could no longer remain standing.
His body collapsed helplessly onto the floor.
At the same moment...
A planetary emergency broadcast echoed across every corner of Planet Zhaka.
March 16
Karlsturt, capital of Planet Zhaka, has fallen.
The Lord's Domain hereby declares its unconditional surrender.
Planet Zhaka has officially fallen.