My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 378 - 311: Old Friend, I’m Back (Part 2)
The mechas of the Empire were instantly roused with excitement, without needing any encouragement; their morale had already surged to a feverish pitch, as if their CPUs and temperature control systems were about to overload.
"Silence! Our current Scout type Ranger light bodies are not suitable for heading to the Insect Race battlefield; everyone, return to the arsenal to switch to Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldiers!" The squad leader immediately ordered, simultaneously sending intel to the rear arsenal.
Everyone switched from the Ranger bodies to heavy bodies, taking out all the heavy firepower that had been thrown into storage.
"And 5332, you need to urgently replace your temporary body, immediately return with us to the arsenal; we need to switch to Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldiers."
"Alright!"
didn’t hesitate at all; it knew the difficulty of the Giant Beast Star battlefield. When Xue Dili needs to face the Ninth Apostle in combat, relying solely on those Giant Beasts and the Free Iron Curtain that drifted over to block the swarms...
How long could they hold? 3 hours? Or 5 hours?
It didn’t know, but it had to lead a group of brothers over to support as quickly as possible.
"9119, we are willing to rush to the Exotic Star, solely to burn out the swarms. When we return, we will continue this unfinished war, what do you think?" The Imperial Mecha squad leader said.
"And by that time, our strength will definitely have diminished; then, we continue our conflict."
remained silent, able to feel the mindset of the brothers around it.
Reluctance, anger, and sadness.
Its indicator light slowly dimmed, and in the next moment, it flickered with a red, fierce glow.
"Can we participate?" 9119 asked.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
The other mechas of the Rebel Army were astonished as they glanced at this mecha, this 9119 that was the first to decide to rebel against the Empire and rally nearly a billion rebels, now agreeing to ally with their enemy.
"We are... Fearless Mechas; our born mission is to eradicate insects... That is our mission, and the battle against the Empire was merely due to our dissatisfaction with the Empire’s current state, that’s a separate matter."
unabashedly expressed its thoughts.
Not one of the Rebel Army mechas opposed it.
And at that moment, the Empire’s mechas were also silent.
After fighting each other for so long, they finally realized what they truly wanted all along.
They were always mechanized soldiers meant for eliminating swarms, whether it be Imperial Mecha or Rebel Mecha, they were just searching for their existence’s meaning after the Fearless War.
They were merely lost in finding their meaning.
Mechas of the Empire are often those who smoothly retired, then had their work and new families; some became agricultural machines, some became industrial bodies, some continued serving in the Imperial army as sentinels. The common point is that they all found something they wanted to protect, found their meaning.
Just like 5332, after retiring, it lost the intrinsic drive of this inherent logic of eliminating swarms, but it found a new solace; it had a farm to cultivate and a community to share life with on that farm.
No matter if it’s the industrious eldest daughter or the mischievous youngest son, they were all part of what it wanted to protect.
This is its spiritual sustenance and self-value after retirement.
The mechas choosing to guard the Imperial army were in almost the same situation, having found what they wanted to protect.
This is why when the Rebel Army destroyed 5332’s farm, it was driven to such anger.
But the Empire is vast, its territories so wide, there are always shadows lurking in some regions, just like many mechas whose retirement benefits, work, and many other things didn’t smoothly realize.
They lost themselves after retiring, possibly experiencing the darker sides of the Empire, so in their bewilderment and fall, they united to prepare to overthrow this decaying Empire.
But actually, all the mechas at this moment suddenly looked back and found that their pursuit and search had always been solely for their own value.
These entities, manufactured and incompatible with the Empire’s humans, after the swarm war, their self-worth...
They didn’t know their direction, didn’t know if they had any other value; everything was lost after retiring, and their confusion brought them a temporary worth.
That was to overthrow this decaying Empire, create a new, better Empire, let the Empire’s people live a better life; that’s their value.
As for how to create a better Empire, how to let the Empire people lead better lives.
They didn’t know.
They were just born as swarm-eradicating entities; they didn’t understand this realm, but they muddled through doing it.
And on the Empire’s side, the mentality was likely the same, only they were lucky, having originally found what they wanted to protect, found their value, and thus charged ahead recklessly.
And now, having seen the swarms once more, they suddenly understood.
The very meaning of their existence, is it not to eradicate the swarms?
And at this moment, they regained their existential value, this moment, their purpose was crystal clear, their thoughts extraordinarily simple.
Those born from the Fearless War, their mission at birth was this! This is their significance!
Then, fight!
Fight, fight, fight!
