Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1613 Step by Step
At the front of the defensive line, hundreds of streaks of light suddenly shot out from the battle fortress, tearing through the dark air and plunging straight into the surging swarm of insects, engaging in close combat in groups of three or five.

"Huh?!" Antonio stared at the figure, which was much smaller than a fighter jet, and exclaimed, "It's a mecha! You guys use mechas too?"

"What's so new about that?" Helian Rongjin glanced at him disdainfully. "Isn't it standard practice for interstellar civilizations to use mechs in combat? Don't you have them too?"

He still remembered how powerful Lin Fan and Antonio's mecha were.

Antonio rubbed his nose: "I thought you all fought using mental power, I thought..."

"Hmph!" Helian Rongjin rolled his eyes. "That's outer space! How do you know to go outside the capsule and into the mech? Do you dislike the oxygen-free, low-temperature, and radiation-filled natural environment of space?"

"Cough cough..." Antonio couldn't get a reply and looked to Lin Fan for help.

"Is that the Falcon series?" Lin Fan noticed that the mecha's appearance looked familiar and remembered the exhibits they had seen in the mecha shop when they first arrived at the Star Nexus Ring.

“It’s the Falcon II.” Helian Rongjin nodded. “This machine boasts exceptional mobility and airspace adaptability; it’s the military’s mainstay individual mech and has always had a good reputation in interstellar space. By the way…”

He looked at Lin Fan as if he had suddenly remembered something: "The mechs you saw earlier didn't seem to be commercially available mass-produced models..."

Lin Fan was taken aback and didn't know how to answer. Cen Fangyuan calmly replied, "That's a self-developed mecha exclusively for our Lanxing. It's perfectly tailored to the characteristics of the people of Lanxing. There are indeed no similar models on the market."

“No wonder.” A hint of regret flashed in Helian Rongjin’s eyes. “What a pity. If it weren’t for the current awkward relationship between the government and you, I would have liked to try out your custom mechs. The last glimpse I saw seemed to show that they were much more agile than the best-selling Falcon series. If they could be put on the market, their sales would definitely be good.”

Helian Rongjin knew that customizing mechs was no different from ordinary goods, especially customizing them for specific groups, which involved complicated procedures and extremely high costs.

Just like the Falcon II currently battling the Zerg swarm, it is a special version whose parameters have been uniformly adjusted according to the overall characteristics of the Thersorn Sentinels.

After returning, further adjustments will be made individually based on the combat capabilities of each pilot.

Therefore, even though he was very interested in the Lanxing mecha, he couldn't easily say that he wanted Noah to customize a mecha for him. Even though they had a good working relationship.

It's possible that the official Sethorn organization would intervene. Unfortunately, their relationship is currently sensitive, so a new collaboration is unlikely in the near future.

Cen Fangyuan was suddenly relieved that his relationship with Sersorn had soured. He chuckled and said with just the right amount of aloofness in his tone, "We are just a small group of people who have developed our own technology. Our technology is rudimentary and crude. How could we possibly be of any interest to your side?"

Helian Rongjin thought he was being sarcastic, but little did he know that Cen Fangyuan was telling the truth.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Antonio, sensing the awkward atmosphere, immediately jumped in to change the subject. "Look, those mechs are splitting up with the bugs!"

Cen Fangyuan was speechless at Antonio's communication skills, but he did manage to divert Helian Rongjin's attention.

On the battlefield, the Falcon mechs also did not linger in combat. They relied solely on their extreme speed to harass and provoke the surrounding Zerg, enraging them to lock onto them before scattering and retreating.

In an instant, the insect swarm, which had been densely packed and in an orderly formation, scattered in all directions as it chased after the hundreds of mechs.

In the pitch-black starry sky, the dark swarms of insects spread across the entire airspace like suddenly blooming black cosmos flowers.

While the coverage area appears to have increased, the spacing between the insects has actually widened significantly, completely disintegrating the dense formation.

“We can’t launch a full-scale attack right now,” Helian Rongjin explained. “By scattering them, we can avoid the risk of friendly fire in dense battle zones and create space for our main force to clear the field later. Secondly, we can disrupt the swarm’s coordination and further weaken the intelligence beasts’ control capabilities.”

"You guys have done a lot of preparation!" Antonio exclaimed, looking up at the departing fighter jets. "When are we finally going to start fighting?"

"Anton!" Lin Fan said seriously, "War is not a game!"

Even if Sershon appears well-organized and confident now, he cannot escape the casualties and cruelty of war.

If these insect beasts were really so easy to deal with, Helian Rongjin wouldn't have been seriously injured on the front lines, allowing Shen Chong'an to take advantage of the situation. "Sorry!" Antonio immediately admitted his mistake.

Helian Rongjin waved his hand dismissively, looked towards the end of the battlefield, and smiled slightly: "Well, shall we begin?"

Following his gaze, everyone saw that the fastest group of light fighter jets had already reached the vicinity of the rift.

The intelligent beast seemed to sense something, and its tentacles, carrying a large number of beetles, surged like deep-sea waves, drawing a huge arc and suddenly blocking the fighter jet's path.

The fighter jets made extreme maneuvers, skillfully weaving through the gaps in the insect swarm and evading interception.

Even at high speeds, some people will eventually succumb to cunning surprise attacks.

A fighter jet was unable to dodge and crashed head-on into the oncoming beetle.

The tough insect armor is comparable to alloy armor. The huge impact force instantly sent the fighter jet flying, and thick smoke instantly enveloped the fuselage, leaving it hovering in mid-air.

The pilot's fate inside the cockpit is unknown, and there are no signs of escape. A dense swarm of beetles surrounds the area, making the interior of the fighter jet seem like a safer haven...

Just as they thought this, a blinding burst of light suddenly exploded, creating a silent, deafening roar in everyone's hearts.

The out-of-control fighter jet was instantly engulfed in flames, and several nearby insects were also devoured by the scorching fire. The burning flames seemed to sear into one's heart even through the projection.

Antonio regretted his earlier casual urging. His voice dry, he whispered again, "I'm sorry..."

"That's why we have to lay a lot of groundwork beforehand and can't just launch a direct attack." Helian Rongjin sighed, seemingly oblivious to what was being said. "We also tried dispersing our forces in the rear, but the pressure at the source was too great, and the effect wasn't as good as a direct blockade. So... sacrifices are inevitable. This is the unavoidable cost of war."

On the battlefield, the fighter jets created a gap while dodging the rain of insects, with the fastest ones seemingly about to enter the entrance of the crevice.

"They're not going to just walk right in, are they?" Antonio exclaimed.

“We can’t get in,” Helian Rongjin shook his head. “Energy is constantly surging out of the passage, and conventional fighter jets don’t have enough power to break through.”

Lin Fan glanced at him. It seemed that Sersorn had tried quite a few things.

At that moment, the first fighter jet to arrive had locked onto its target, and two beams of light precisely pierced the center of the rift.

After launch, the fighter jet immediately turned around, climbed, and accelerated to retreat at full speed to the side.

"One is a reverse force field generator, and the other is a negative gravity energy bomb," Helian Rongjin explained. "Each fighter jet can only carry two sets of equipment, which are deployed simultaneously by multiple aircraft to form a blocking matrix within the rift. The simultaneous activation of both devices will generate extremely strong spatial traction, affecting a wide range, so evacuation and safety must be carried out immediately after deployment."

As shells and devices were launched one after another into the crevice, a faint silver light suddenly seeped out from the dark purple mist at the entrance.

The crack, which had been expanding, suddenly stopped and then contracted violently.

The dissipating dark purple mist surged wildly, and pale silver light trembled violently within it, as if it were fiercely fighting with the purple mist.

The next instant, the pitch-black rift suddenly exploded, and a huge dark purple gravity vortex suddenly formed.

Immediately afterwards, more and more silver threads appeared inside, quickly suppressing and covering the purple light, as if condensing into a pupil with alternating light and shadow.

A violent, devouring force swept outwards from the cave entrance. Large numbers of beetles that had just emerged from the tunnel and were not yet far away instantly lost control, being sucked back in swarms by an invisible pull.

Negative gravity is in effect!