The old emperor turned a deaf ear to the faint sound of energy explosions coming from outside the palace, and his skinny fingers slid across the console.
Three curves representing vital signs were jumping on the big screen, rising and falling weakly but tenaciously - those were the last traces of the three princes in the purification chamber.
His face was hidden in the dim blue light and shadow projected by the matrix, without any ripples, as if what was jumping on the screen was not life, but a string of insignificant data streams.
At the same time, the void battlefield has turned into a boiling furnace.
The three-headed golden behemoth was like a moving hill, its golden mane exploded in the energy impact, and when its giant claws were swung out, it brought up a strong wind that tore through space.
The sharp claws of the Golden Behemoth boss directly smashed the shoulder armor of a Galaxy Mech, and lavender hydraulic oil mixed with metal fragments splashed.
The second one used his thick neck to wrap around the mecha's lightsaber, forcibly bending the plasma-glittering blade into a crescent shape.
Although the youngest, the fourth one, was a little immature, he relied on his speed advantage to shuttle among the group of mechas, and every collision created a flaw in the opponent's formation.
The Gundam mechas gathered like a silver tide, and the energy beams fired from their shoulder cannons formed an impenetrable fire net.
But the Golden Behemoth's fur is comparable to the hardest alloy. When the energy beam hits its body, it only splashes golden ripples, which instead arouses its more violent ferocity.
The boss raised his head and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves caused the three mechas to lose control instantly and crash directly into the meteorite group in the reef belt, exploding into three brilliant fireballs.
"Surround them! Don't let them get out!"
The mecha commander's roar came through the public channel. But the Golden Behemoth didn't play by the rules at all, and the fourth one suddenly spun on the spot.
The long tail swept across like a steel whip, instantly shattering the energy cores of the five mechas and forcibly tearing a hole in the encirclement.
The old emperor finally looked away from the screen and gazed at the void outside the porthole that was dyed red by the fire.
He looked at the Golden Behemoth charging among the group of mechas, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth - wait until the Galaxy Mecha appears, and see if you can still be so majestic.
Suddenly, on the big screen, one of the three life curves quietly turned into a straight line.
The old emperor stared at the completely straight line on the screen, his face instantly darkening as he cursed, "Useless trash!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pressed the secret code on the console, and the metal wall on the side slowly slid open.
A container filled with dark green liquid rose from it, with countless tiny points of light suspended in the liquid, emitting dangerous energy fluctuations.
The container is precisely connected to the delivery port of the purification cabin by a robotic arm, and the green liquid is injected at that moment.
The two curves on the screen that had been flattening suddenly began to beat violently, as if a dying heart was forcibly injected with vitality.
At the same time, the situation on the void battlefield is changing dramatically.
After losing more than a dozen Gundam mechas, the remaining mechas suddenly retreated, their metal joints drawing neat arcs in the void, giving up the center of the battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, a more intensive energy reaction surged out from the jump rift—the Galaxy Mecha Group's troops had arrived.
Five small silver-white mechas appeared at the core of the battlefield without warning.
Their outlines are as smooth as water droplets, and they are surrounded by a pale golden halo, in which distorted space-time patterns can be vaguely seen - that is the embodiment of the laws of time.
As soon as the fourth brother tore apart the shield of a Galaxy Mech, he was targeted by one of the silver-white Mechs.
The moment it swung its claws, its movements were strangely slow, as if it was stuck in sticky mud.
The silver-white mecha took the opportunity to go around behind it, and its arm turned into a blade of light, accurately slashing at the joint of the fourth brother's hind leg.
Amidst the golden light, the fourth brother roared in pain. When he turned around to fight back, the opponent had already accelerated through time and appeared a hundred meters away as if by teleportation.
"It's a time-controlling mecha!"
The second brother roared to remind, but found that the step he had just taken suddenly took him back half a meter, as if he was pulled back by an invisible force.
Five silver-white mechas moved around the Golden Behemoth like ghosts. Every attack was precisely placed in the gap between movements. They did not fight head-on, but used the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, thus slowing down the rhythm of the three-headed beast.
The old emperor's gaze locked onto the five mechas through the screen, and the corners of his originally tense mouth relaxed slightly.
"Team Tokisaga... tear them apart."
He turned to look at the incubator. The figure inside had begun to tremble slightly, and the energy reading was rising at an alarming rate.
In the void, the halo of the rules of time became thicker and thicker, and even the flow of stardust became fast and slow.
There was a hint of anxiety in the roars of the three golden behemoths. Their strength was enough to tear the Galaxy Mecha apart, but due to the interference of the rules of time, it was like a fist hitting cotton.
Martin stood in front of the flagship's observation deck, his fingertips pressed against the cold porthole, his eyes fixed on the void battlefield.
The time halo circulating around the five silver-white mechas was like an invisible shackle, making every attack of the Golden Behemoth seem sluggish and clumsy.
"The power of time..." He murmured to himself, but his eyes showed no panic. "No matter how strong the rules are, they must have their limits."
The communicator was connected, and Martin's voice was clearly heard by the three golden behemoths, with an unquestionable calmness.
"Hold your ground. Don't be carried away by the rhythm. Observe their energy fluctuations—time manipulation is inevitably accompanied by energy tides. Find that momentary gap."
The boss was getting annoyed by a "Time Sand" mecha that was slowing down time. Upon hearing this, he suddenly stopped his attack and his huge body suddenly stopped in the void.
It closed its eyes and twitched its nose to capture the trajectory of energy flow - sure enough, at the moment the other party activated time acceleration, a very fine energy ripple leaked out and disappeared in a flash.
“Found it!”
The boss growled, and when the next time halo enveloped it, it did not resist.
Instead, he took advantage of that momentary energy gap to twist his body abruptly, and his giant claws brushed past the mecha's light blade and hit the opponent's unprotected back.
"Boom!" The silver-white mecha was knocked back, and the time halo became disordered instantly.
The second and fourth brothers immediately followed suit, no longer charging blindly, but waiting for the opportunity like dormant hunters.
When the "Shisha" team launched a time reversal again, the second brother seized the flaw in the energy fluctuation, and shot out his long tail like an arrow, accurately wrapping around the joint of a mecha.
With a sudden exertion of force, accompanied by a sharp sound of metal tearing, the right arm of the mecha was torn off.
The battlefield situation quietly reversed. The Golden Behemoths no longer passively took the beating. With their keen sense of energy, they always found opportunities to counterattack during the gaps in the time rules.
The formation of the five "Time Sand" mechas gradually became disorganized, and the duration of the time halo began to shorten.
Martin looked at the energy tide map that became increasingly clear on the screen, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Every rule has a price, especially time manipulation—all he has to do is lift the lid on that price.
"Try harder," he said into the communicator, his voice sharp, "Let them know that those who play with time will eventually be bitten by it."
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