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Pierre struggled at the head of Archangel, his body marked with the scars of war—burns had turned his skin into tattered cloth, minor fractures and abrasions causing him excruciating pain with every movement. But this physical agony couldn't suppress the anger and sorrow in his heart. He had witnessed his brothers falling one by one in this senseless battle, the orc warriors who had fought alongside him now lying lifeless under the colossal shadows of the mecha armor.
From this vantage point, Pierre witnessed the full extent of the disaster—a once formidable army of Orc pirates cruelly crushed by the Knight Errant. He saw the orcs on the ground struggling helplessly under the baptism of fire and steel, heard their cries of agony and desperate shouts. It was an unprecedented sense of powerlessness—his roars, his resistance, seemed unable to change the outcome of this war.
Faced with the absolute advantage of Knight Errant, there is no fear in Pierre's heart, but rather a crazy desire for challenge. He witnessed his orc brothers falling in the ruthless gunfire, the comrades who fought side by side with him, sharing laughter and suffering, now only left with bodies and bloodstains everywhere. These scenes of tragedy did not make Pierre feel despair, but instead aroused the rage in his heart. He longed to respond to the cruelty of this war with his own anger.
From the heights of Archangel, Pierre witnessed the panorama of war and death. His anger was like a raging fire, burning all the pain and fear. In this seemingly doomed battle, Pierre only had one thought in his mind - to fight at all costs. Even in the face of unbeatable enemies like Knight Errant, he would never retreat.
Pierre stood on the sturdy outer shell of Archangel, and every roar of his seemed to penetrate the Chao'X of the battlefield. Faced with this mech, which he both hated and respected, his heart was filled with unwillingness and anger. His fists, hardened like iron through countless battles, carried the wildness and strength unique to a beast with every swing. The marks left by the trials of war on the shell seemed to gain a touch of beauty under Pierre's attacks.
With every punch, Pierre could feel the resistance and vibration coming from the shell, the direct collision with metal making his blood boil with fervor. Under Pierre's relentless assault, the charred outer shell of Archangel did indeed show slight damage. Although such damage was negligible for the entire mech, for Pierre, every small injury was proof of his unwavering resistance against the mech.
His every punch seemed to be challenging fate, and each roar was a declaration of defiance against despair. Even though the resilience of the mecha far exceeded Pierre's imagination, and he knew that he alone could hardly shake the steel behemoth, he was unwilling to give up, unwilling to surrender. In this final battle, Pierre wanted to leave a mark of a beast warrior with his own fists, no matter how small, he would never give up easily.
Edric tightly gripped the control stick, his gaze firm and focused. Facing the remaining orc forces, he was like an indomitable warrior, shuttling through the battlefield, constantly clearing the enemies that still posed a threat to him. Every step of the mecha was accompanied by the ground's tremors, and each attack was a deadly blow to the enemy. However, in the midst of this determination, Edric suddenly heard a series of continuous knocks from the mecha's head, a sound that seemed particularly harsh amidst the Chao'X of the battlefield.
For an hour, Edric felt somewhat stunned. He couldn't believe that despite the intense bombing and firepower, there were still orcs who managed to survive and recklessly climb onto Archangel. But this surprise was quickly replaced by his warrior instinct. Edric immediately reacted, controlling the mech to swiftly sway from side to side, attempting to shake off the orcs trying to climb onto him.
At the same time, he also noticed some cunning orcs trying to evade his sight, lurking in the blind spots of his attacks. Without any hesitation, Edric agilely controlled the mech, sometimes advancing, sometimes rotating the body, using the mech's huge feet to precisely crush those attempting to evade, with each step declaring Archangel's invincibility.
In this battle, Edric demonstrated the true power of the Knight Errant. Even when faced with unexpected challenges, he was able to react quickly, using his skills and the power of the mech to ensure the advantage on the battlefield. In this endless sea of fire, Edric and Archangel became the most dazzling light on this battlefield.
Edric's quick response and the massive shaking of the mech seemed to have had an initial effect, causing Pierre, who was climbing on Archangel, to become flustered and lose his original attack rhythm. The huge shaking made it almost impossible for Pierre to find a stable foothold on the slippery outer shell of Archangel, with each violent swing bringing him closer to the brink of death. However, Pierre's will to survive and his ambition for conquest drove him to desperately cling to the edge of the mech armor, refusing to be thrown off.
In the struggle on the edge of life and death, Pierre's eyes burn with a fierce fighting spirit. He is keenly aware that only by breaking through Archangel's defense and killing Edric controlling it, can the situation of this battle be completely overturned. In his heart, this is not just a battle between orcs and Knight Errant, but also a challenge to himself, a perfect opportunity to prove the strength of the Orc pirates.
Even in the face of the powerful firepower and massive shaking of Edric's mech armor, Pierre's determination remains undiminished. Every climb and every grip he makes fully demonstrates the tenacity and unyielding spirit of the orc warrior. In this life-and-death struggle, Pierre proves through his actions that even in despair, the fighting spirit of the orcs will never be easily extinguished.
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