The sight of the Amaranto Mark III impaling hundreds of cosmopolitan mechs with light. needles was a glorious sight.
The display of martial superiority was practically sacred as the righteous ace mech smote down the wicked cosmopolitan mechs.
It was moments like these that showed why saints deserved to be called this way.
Their willpower transcended the physical barriers. Their ability to resonate with their well-designed mechs was unparalleled. Few mortal enemies and weapons could withstand the might of a saint who channeled her power and skills in combat.
The dramatic sight of the Amaranto Mark III wiping out traitor mechs like they were flies inspired many soldiers.
While the Amaranto was hardly the only ace mech that performed well on the battlefield, few people expected the living mech to endure her current difficulties so well.
Even saints could be felled by mortals so long as the latter were numerous enough! Such incidents were rare, but it had happened in the past. First-class multipurpose mechs possessed a lot of firepower, and so long as they were able to repeatedly land hits on an ace mech, the damage would eventually accumulate. This was the key to destroying these powerful machines.
The huge number of cosmopolitan mechs were producing results. Even as their mechs struggled to withstand the zipping light needles, their firepower was prodigious enough to cause the Amaranto to get struck from all sides.
The well-trained and fanatical mech pilots did not allow the damage inflicted by the Saint Kingdom distract them from their mission.
The weapon modules of their mechs specifically targeted the rear, front or sides of the lower torso whenever possible. The cosmopolitans deemed this to be the most.
vulnerable section of the mech that still played an essential role.
While the exterior plating did indeed suffer a great amount of damage, the Solarium hyper material was incredibly effective at resisting the massed firepower, True resonance only further enhanced its already exaggerated performance, enabling the exterior plating to hold up under far greater pressure than they should.
The rare Solarium finally vindicated all of the cost and effort that the Larkinson Clan had put into procuring it. The hyper material performed at its best in the situation where the Amaranto needed to rely on its protection the most.
The Amaranto Mark III was also able to keep fighting due to the use of archetech. Her archemetal frame was able to prevent exterior impacts and shocks from damaging the more vulnerable internals. The seemingly organic maze of components and structural
elements blended together in such a way that eliminated many weak points!
This massively increased the reliability of the ace mech and was a large contributor to allowing it to withstand the current storm!
Combined with the Amaranto Mark III's relatively fast and instinct-driven maneuvers, the cosmopolitan mechs barely produced any results aside from drilling a few shallow holes into the Solarium armor plating.
While the traitor mechs tried their best to capitalize on these small holes, Saint Stark did not let them get their way as her Saint Kingdom continued to pepper the remaining mechs with light needles!
As for the hostile mechs that were hovering outside of the range of her Saint Kingdom, the Amaranto continually shot them with the Instrument of Vengeance.
While the firing rate of this oversized luminar crystal rifle was anything but impressive, Saint Stark already figured out the exact amount charge needed to pierce the azure energy shields and transphasic hyper armor plating of every enemy mech.
At first, Saint Stark simply tried to shoot them down one at a time. The rate of kills was slow, but her accuracy was so impeccable that the targeted cosmopolitan mechs could do nothing but accept their fate.
As Stark began to get used to the pressure and the multitasking, she figured out a way to increase her killing efficiency.
She began to line up her targets.
By maneuvering her Amaranto Mark III in specific ways and charging her Instrument of Vengeance a bit more, she could launch powerful light beams that not only pierced straight through one enemy mech, but impaled another that just happened to be straight in its path!
Two cosmopolitan mechs started to blow up in exchange for slightly lowering the firing
rate.
The process of charging up the luminar crystal rifle from zero always came with a delay. This meant that it was more efficient to allow the weapon to build up its charge rather than firing it more frequently.
As Saint Stark became more adept at lining up her targets, she began to challenge herself further by trying to find angles where she was able to eliminate three hostile mechs at a time!
This was exponentially more difficult to accomplish. She had to track and predict the movements of three mechs at once. Her Amaranto also had to maneuver her mech in the right place at the right time. Then she had to pull the trigger during an exceedingly small window of opportunity.
She failed more than she succeeded. It was a bit difficult for her to keep track of everything while also trying to line up three targets that were moving wildly in different
directions.
Many times, her timing was just a bit off. Other times, her predictions were wrong.
Just one misjudgement was enough to cause a targeted mech to be in a completely different location than what she had anticipated!
Saint Stark did not let that ruin her enjoyment of this challenge. The volume of firepower striking her ace mech had distinctly decreased now that she had eliminated so
many hostile mechs.
She was rather surprised that the cosmopolitan mechs hadn't broken yet despite their apparent futility in their mission.
However, the traitor mech pilots were all fanatical to the point where they greatly valued their cause over their lives.
The cosmopolitan mech pilots also understood that they would just get intercepted and torn to pieces by Rubarthan mechs if they attempted to withdraw.
Since that was the case, the traitors tried their best to produce as much results as
possible before they inevitably went down!
"MY DEMISE SHALL BE THE TINDER THAT SHALL TURN HUMAN SUPREMACY
ABLAZE!"
"OUR PLURALISTIC AGE SHALL COME!"
"PEACE BETWEEN OUR RACES IS INEVITABLE!"
Saint Stark ignored the garbled open transmissions that recorded the last words of all of the brainwashed mech pilots. She culled their mechs and harvest their lives without any measure of sympathy and compassion.
By the time she had eliminated all but a few stragglers, the wreckage floating away from her brightly glowing ace mech showed the aftermath of her fury-fuelled frenzy.
The ace pilot let out a deep breath as she made an effort to regain her composure. She studied the battlefield and tried to see whether anyone or anything important needed to
be saved.
The battle in orbit of Kayana VIII-E had reached a late stage.
The large amounts of mechs and phasefighters had whittled each other down by a huge extent. Pilots from both sides had died in droves.