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Flying Eagle was the largest mecha on Blue Star, capable of traveling through all kinds of extreme environments.

From freezing, high-pressure ocean trenches ten million meters below the surface to polar glaciers, scorching deserts, and even the vast expanse of space, its transparent cockpit was protected by high-strength alloy plates forged from rare metals.

When the plates came down, not a single ray of light could penetrate the cockpit.

This was also the battlefield Wright knew best. He had once piloted this mecha to destroy several Zerg military fortresses at the most critical moment. Even blindfolded, in total darkness, or with the mecha so badly damaged that he was nearly suffocating, Wright could still operate it by muscle memory.

And yet, at this moment,

His upper body was braced against the cold surface, and he had completely lost control. He was like livestock laid out on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered, utterly unable to fight back.

This was a completely passive position. Many people disliked the feeling of being dominated, and Wright was no ordinary person. He was the Crown Prince of the Aus Empire and the base’s supreme commander. Before this, he had never been put in such a position.

Although his eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, the real danger lurked behind him. It was like some cold-blooded beast toying with its prey—not a lion, jackal, or tiger, but a python, its scaled body winding in and out of a cave.

Its dying prey could neither escape its grasp nor find release.

At the most crucial moment, Mu Chen stopped...