The little paper cranes are also innocent. Their initial mission is just to save their "kind", but these strangely dressed creatures always try to stop and attack them.
They don't have much spiritual power left, and it will be almost used up after a few revenges.
But it was obvious that the mecha equipment that could be borrowed by the Americans was not very advanced. After finally successfully cutting a few paper cranes in half.
The flaming talisman backfired on the mecha, and hissing sounds appeared on the outer layers of some mechas.
"Bang!" A paper crane, disoriented and disoriented, flew into the dark void of a rocket launcher. The mecha man holding the rocket launcher hadn't noticed. It wasn't until the "culprit" chasing the paper crane quickly pulled his companions away from him and directed him to pursue the already evacuated target that he finally realized what was happening.
But before he could react, a loud noise rang in his ears, and the scorching flames that followed not only engulfed the mecha man, but also quickly swept across other mecha men around him who had not had time to escape or were about to escape.
US SHIELD, satellite conference room.
A stern-faced American soldier, dressed in a US general's uniform, calmly waved to the captain beside him, "Captain, please remember the number of mechas lost in this battle. It's truly disheartening that the Japanese don't cherish such precious mechas."
"Yes, sir. A total of twelve low-level mecha suits were lost in this battle."
"Low-level?" The general looked at the captain with disbelief. "Low-level? Oh, Captain, you're so honest. Those are clearly our precious collector's edition mechas. Please respect them and look at them squarely. They take at least ten years to create in the hands of scientists. From mining to refining, manufacturing, and shipping, a single mecha costs at least ten billion US dollars."
The captain's expression was a bit skeptical: "...wasn't it 100 million US dollars? No, 100 million US dollars was the initial figure. Recently, mecha technology has improved, and the price of low-level mechas loaned out has dropped to 30 million US dollars.
Also, their low-level mechas can only be used for a maximum of three months.
Well, Mr. Admiral is right. After all, technology is priceless!
The three rocket launchers, along with more than a dozen mechas, exploded with such force and coverage that they directly blew away Xiao Yu, who was still unaware of their power, a thousand meters away, as well as Zhou Yanzhi, who rushed over to pull him away, and the two cranes beneath their feet.
Not only them, but also the island monk who was less than ten thousand meters away from Xiao Yu and hiding behind the clouds to recover his spiritual power was blown away by other sudden changes.
Also blown away were the eagle Shikigami the monk was sitting on, the Crow Tengu guarding him, and the red lotus he was carefully holding in his hand.
The lotus was lifted high into the air by the explosion's heat wave. Something went wrong, and it shattered mid-air, like the petals of a flower that has shed itself after being left alone for too long.
When the petals surrounding the central lotus pod had completely fallen, a wave of heat struck, and the jade-red lotus pod shattered like glass. In an instant, a thick blood-red fog spread and quickly expanded.
Island Satellite Conference Room.
A high-ranking official of an archipelago nation watched this scene in horror.
They didn't know when the battlefield had reached them. Now, not only did the rocket launchers and mecha explosions spread rapidly over hundreds of kilometers, but the Fire Lotus of Karma also exploded?
"Damn it, Indians, this is definitely a fake," a senior official shouted.
The first high-ranking official suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to the silent man in white robes. "Mr. Musashi, please protect the empire and save it from this unprovoked disaster."
"It would be best if we could let this karmic fire burn towards the hateful Zhina." A senior official said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the other high-ranking officials' eyes lit up and they looked at the man in white robes: "Please, Lord Musashi, work hard for the glory of the empire."
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