The Undying Mecha Emperor

It was glorious.

Nobody expected that they would be treated to such an insanely high level fight that day.

The kids were there for their daily lessons, and the scouts from the various military departments were there to look at kid-level battles.

Never in their wildest dreams could they imagine that they would be watching an exhilarating battle between two peak white mechas!

And especially not after the disastrous start to their meeting.

However, after several rounds of high speed exchanges, these two peak white mechas seemed to be particularly full of respect and restraint for each other, even to the point of allowing their speed to drop so much that we were able to watch them fight.

The peak medium mecha wielded his massive greatsword as though it was merely a light scimitar and unleashed several mindblowing attack sequences from behind his shield.

If you have not seen a greatsword being wielded like a light scimitar, then you probably would not be able to imagine the sheer power and fearsomeness that the medium mecha was exhibiting at that moment.

There was no ungainly massive swings with difficult to recover follow throughs.

It was just a mountain severing type of greatsword slashing down one way in one moment, and then reversing itself with extreme power at the next moment.

Against any other mecha but Chronos, that medium mecha would have definitely made a mincemeat out of his opponent.

But Chronos was the King of Speed.

He was able to easily match the medium mecha's incredible attack speed. And not just that, with my shameless infusion of power, he was also able to match the medium mecha's power!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

My big bro wielded his twin swords with similar agility and easily parried the medium mecha's greatsword attacks.

However, one telling and slightly worrying fact was that my big bro needed to use BOTH lightweight twin swords to be able to parry the medium mecha's very heavyweight greatsword!

"This is ridiculous. Who the hell is piloting that medium mecha? There was no way that the military have such a skilled pilot that isn't ranked! And we KNOW every single pilot who ranks above THE Bruce Pang of the National Mecha Pilot Academy!" James shouted with great emotion and curiosity.

"How many pilots rank above Bruce Pang?" I asked him curiously.

"A better question would be, how many LIVING pilots rank above Bruce Pang? And the answer is three. And two of those three are old military generals who had served for probably ten thousand years and racked up a stupid amount of contribution points." James replied.

"Wow, so Bruce is the fourth ranked living mecha pilot in the Federation? That is insane!" I couldn't help but shout in surprise. "And who is that final person who ranks above him and isn't an old undead?"

At my words, a strange silence suddenly appeared for brief moment.

"Phil Whitefrost. Emma's dad." Margaret finally said.

My mind instantly raced at the Margaret's words.

"Holy smokes, could that be…" Eliana Wang sputtered in shock.

"First, Emma's mom appeared, and now someone who is more skilled than Bruce appeared. This couldn't be a coincidence! It must be uncle Phil!!" James cried out excitedly, just as the medium mecha's massive greatsword somehow slid past my big bro's incredible defenses and dealt a powerful blow on him!

BANG!!!

The power behind that massive sword attack was so ridiculous that Chronos went flying off at high speed!

And at that moment, my resonance suddenly tingled.

At least a thousand hyper powerful blue mechas bordering on white mechas had appeared a couple of kilometers away from our position!

​ And not only that, they were approaching us at extremely high speed!

"Big bro! A thousand blue mechas on steroids incoming!!" I shouted into my personal comm with him.

"A thousand blue mechas only? Ha! Just sit back relax and enjoy the show." My big bro replied back almost instantly even though he was still flying away.

Strangely, there was no anger in his voice. In fact, there was even a strange tone of satisfaction in it!

"Something deeply interesting is happening right in front of me, and I have absolutely no idea what." I thought as I relaxed completely and prepared to enjoy a massive clash of real soldiers.

"Will the instructors take the field and fight those thousand blue mechas on steroids? All of our instructors are highly ranked warriors. In fact, Grand Elder Shella is almost at rank ten thousand. In terms of active ranking, she should be around three thousand! I don't think that the top three thousand warriors of the Federation would be in that thousand. It would be in- WHAT THE HELL?" A shocking development broke my line of thoughts.

Mechas from the National Mecha Pilot Academy shot out of secret hangars nearby and faced the thousand mechas.

But instead of sending out hundreds, only two came out to play.

And judging from the resonance I detected, they were both Mecha Disciples of the Blood Moon.

Normally, a single white mecha would be enough to slaughter thousands of blue mechas.

But these were not your regular blue mechas.

Each of them were so powerful that they were truly putting the definition of blue mechas to the test.

I mentioned that they were blue mechas on steroids earlier.

Well, that was just a simple and understated way of describing those thousand freaks.

Ten of them would probably be enough to deal with a regular white mecha.

Maybe to be generous, thirty would be required to deal with the souped up white mechas that were the Mecha Disciples of the blood moon.

With two Mecha Disciples out, they could probably tie up sixty of the thousand. Maybe even a hundred.

But that left nine hundred more blue mechas that would be completely free to roam the academy and do their nefarious objectives completely unchecked!

WEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOO!!

WEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOO!!!

Sirens all over the academy blared as defensive turrets appeared everywhere and locked on to each and every one of the thousand mechas.

And in a startling move that probably left every single power spying upon the exciting drama unfolding within the academy, thousands upon of thousands of drones started to appear as well.

Each one was in the shape of a rare weapon - The Gunblade.

The Gunblades quickly took to the skies and locked on unto the thousand mechas as well!

"Stop or we will fire." An utterly flat and emotionless female voice sounded from one of the Mecha Disciples. "You have three seconds to comply. Three. Two. One. Fire on the mechas that are still moving."

However, thankfully, the thousand mechas froze as soon as they heard her voice.

"Ha! Those cowards heard Big Sister Hillary's voice and immediately obeyed like a bunch of scared cats!" James sneered loudly.

"Big Sister Hillary? Who that?" I asked him.

"Hillary Whitefrost. A famous Military Tactics Instructor of our academy. She is famous for being cold blooded and ruthless." Elise Wang said.

"Why would one thousand mechas of the Military High Command know of her and be afraid of her?" I asked in slight confusion. It didn't make any sense to me.

"Of course they know her. Big sister Hillary was an instructor in the Military High Command Cadet Corps before she mysteriously decided to teach in the academy. The day she joined the academy, I heard that the Military High Command Cadet Corps had a week long party to celebrate." Margaret explained.

"So these thousand mechas are all her ex students? Hahahahaha! What an interesting development!" I hooted loudly.

"Most probably. And a couple of their leaders were also probably her colleagues. And if how she treats her colleagues here in the academy is of any indication on how she treated her colleagues there previously, then those leaders must be very, very, very scared of her. In fact, they are probably more afraid of her than the students are!" Eliana Wang said rather excitedly.

"Why? What did she do? Quit talking in half stories and tell me the juicy parts!" I pressed them for details.

"Well for starters, she doesn't talk much." Eliana Wang said. "She is a cold, cold person. No hi. No bye. Just concise words to get what she want. But that's not the reason why everyone is afraid of her.

The main reason why her colleagues would be extra afraid of her is because…"

"Are you sure you want to do that? You may not be her colleague, but you are technically her student." Elise Wang warned her twin sister.

"Uh. Ehm. Yes. Let me tell you privately." Eliana switched to private comms.

"The reason is because… she would beat up EVERY single person who said ANYTHING bad about her or the Whitefrost clan, specifically Russel Whitefrost." Eliana Wang whispered. "And rumor has it that she even beat up a General of the Army once for saying bad things about the clan in front of her! And to make matters worse, that General is from the Long Family!"