"I remember you seem to be one of the seed players from the Third Birthplace, named Su Mo, right?"
The man flew his craft and spoke familiarly.
"Yes."
"Pretty impressive, but honestly, I don't think you have much of a chance."
"Why?"
Su Mo said with an odd expression.
"Because this victory is bound to belong to our Mechanical Empire. You know the Royal Order position that opened up originally belonged to our Mechanical Empire."
"Seems like it."
"It's not just 'seems like.' It indeed is. That position originally belonged to Lord Rogde. Speaking of which, it's really a pity. The super-metal external equipment compatible with Lord Rogde's Fiery Sun Wings Mecha was about to be developed. Otherwise, Lord Rogde wouldn't have died from exhaustion in battle."
The man said with great emotion.
"Uh???"
Su Mo's face was full of disbelief. If he remembered correctly, Rogde seemed to have died in a rather different manner.
