The battlefield is always the place closest to hell.
When these giant warriors, like gods of death from hell, carrying silent yet wild brutality and the breath of death, slaughtered each other furiously amidst the sky-full of cannon fire, this was hell.
Every single mecha rushing into the enemy's formation was desperately launching attacks. They wielded the weapons in their hands, energy cannons flashing waves of red light, killing or being killed on the twilight mountain ground.
In this fierce duel, there would always be a loser.
... One mecha after another collapsed in the flames.
Some mechas were blown into pieces in an instant by the self-detonation of other mechas, while others became burning wreckage on the battlefield!
The heart-wrenching screams of the mechanical warriors among the wreckage were horrifying. Blood flowed drop by drop through the seams of the deformed cockpits, sizzling as it burned in the fierce fire.
