C60 Asking for a Duel

It was already dawn, and there was no rooster's cry or bird's morning hymn. There was only thick killing intent and the remains of mechas that filled the sky.

"Catch it! I want it alive!" Ross' eyes were bloodshot. He was standing in the control room of a black spaceship. Dozens of light screens were flashing in front of him. The changes in the battlefield could not escape his eyes.

However