Bab 70: Snatching from the Jaws of Disaster

"Holy moly, the lev's been launched into the sky!" Tyrone shouted, disregarding everything else as he rushed forward in his mecha.

"It's too late, we're too far away."

"Dang. It's starting to drop."

"Oh no, what do we do? This is horrible."

"Everyone, hurry up and help!"

"Where's the insectoid queen? Is it dead?"

"....."

Aside from Tyrone and a few military school students, most people chose to stand by and watch.

As the lev plummeted down, Tuss gritted his teeth, trying to prop himself up on shaky hands. But his frail body offered no strength, and he crashed into the ground again.

It's too late. Tuss knew it, his crimson eyes filled with regret and defiance.

He still wasn't strong enough.

Just as the wrecked the lev seemed about to crash to the ground, a flash of red and green suddenly entered everyone's field of view.