"Surrender, even with Heavenly Court's propulsion system technology, your foundation is too weak. It's better to hand it over to Ideal Country. Compared to your adversary, Pagasso, we are allies, aren't we?"
In the wide-area communication channel, the voice of the Golden Knight from Ideal Country was calm and unemotional.
The pilot, pushing the thruster to its limit and clenching her teeth tightly, couldn't help but retort:
"Allies? We don't have allies who engage in friendly fire in the capital! If it weren't for your collaboration with Budha Ali, Palin and Pagasso would have reunited long ago!"
"If that's the case, then there's nothing more to say." The Golden Knight, unconcerned by the other's rebuke, watched as the mecha flew further away, resting his hand on the launcher.
"With Palin Country's technology, to be able to produce a mecha with such linear acceleration capabilities in half a year, Heavenly Court's propulsion system really is extraordinary."
