The black hero's wings, composed of dark steel blades, flapped as he slowly descended from the sky, landing in a boundless "hell" filled with mechanical wreckage and an intermingling of thunder and lightning. The moment he touched the ground, the lightning would automatically be dispersed. However, his feet did not touch the ground; he floated in mid-air and began to patrol the life signals detected by the mecha.
This new type of mecha, equipped with a one-handed black cannon that harnesses the power of thunder and lightning, and a slashing knife that burns with intense flames, carried the terrifying wings of black steel blades on its back. "Could it be that the electrical field caused errors in the life detection system? Impossible... being hit by a forbidden magic spell, there should be no possibility of life within five kilometers," whispered the cold, armored figure within the cockpit, Morgan Atiliev.
[Beep! Beep!]
But an alarm immediately sounded from within the mecha. The golden-pupiled detector flickered and actually found a target... It was a still relatively "intact" red-eyed iron box. Its thick armor had mostly fallen off, exposing its mechanical inner structure and thick electrical cables, all destroyed by the power of lightning. Undoubtedly, it was completely wrecked.
However, its legs remained intact, kneeling on the ground, with one arm fallen off and the other hanging weakly. The entire head of the mecha, which is the detector, had exploded, leaving only a non-functioning lens. The thick armor on its chest had also fallen off, revealing the cockpit inside... Surprisingly, there was someone sitting inside, head lowered, seemingly in a coma. Apart from his tattered uniform, his body only had a few cuts from debris, and he seemed relatively unharmed.
Normally, a pilot struck by a lightning-based forbidden magic spell should be instantly turned to ashes or charred... Yet, this pilot was still alive. With the golden pupil's focus zooming closer, Morgan Atiliev took a closer look at the surviving pilot. He appeared incredibly young, frighteningly so, just a child of around ten years old.
"Has the Country of Mecha sent out child soldiers again? Insane!" Morgan Atiliev muttered to himself. He could not help but think how many such young soldiers he had destroyed along with their "red-eyed iron boxes." Surely, many of the tens of thousands killed by his forbidden spell were of similar age.
Still, he felt no guilt in his heart and would not soften towards his young adversaries. After all, the hands of these child soldiers were stained with the blood of countless people from his empire. They invaded his homeland and slaughtered his people. No matter how young they were, they were still merely executioners in infancy. Age could not justify their actions, nor could it serve as a reason for forgiveness. On the contrary, it was necessary to eradicate these child soldiers for the sake of one's own country, for they were born solely for killing and destruction.
"Uh... uh... uhm... cough cough! Cough cough!" Suddenly, the young pilot seemed to awake. Moaning in pain, he coughed violently as if struggling to breathe. The sleek, cold-headed Black Hero stared at him, while the golden detector emitted an eerie killing intent.
Feeling the bone-chilling murderous aura, the young pilot shuddered and sobered up instantly. He raised his head abruptly... His fluctuating scarlet eyes met the black mecha's gaze, which resembled the Grim Reaper. The child's expression tensed, but eventually eased. "Iron-blood red pupils..." whispered Morgan Atiliev, the pilot of the Black Hero, as he clenched his teeth and stared at the young pilot fiercely.
