The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3899

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Chapter 3899 Twin Death

By the time the fiery purple corona of forced resonance faded from the Quint, the Battle of Purgatory entered its final phase.

The Everchanger had already spread its gifts to pretty much every mech pilot that was still active in the field.

Those that were able to break through today had all been able to grasp their respective chances today.

A lot of newly-advanced expert candidates and expert pilots became incredibly satisfied with their successful breakthroughs.

However, many more mech pilots became disappointed when they failed to make any progress today.

Despite the favorable circumstances, there were far too many mech pilots that weren't ready or simply didn't have the talent to progress any further.

To them, the explosion of breakthroughs had little to do with them aside from upending the course of the battle!

Commander Melkor looked on with bitterness as he tried to recollect the hot feelings and emotions that he briefly experienced when the Everchanger flew past his command mech.

Just like the lucky dog Vincent, Melkor also piloted a custom mech that Gloriana Wodin had thoughtfully designed according to his preferences and piloting style.

This should have set him up for success, but aside from feeling more excited and pumped up than usual, the Everchanger's latest glow failed to induce any hidden potential!

The Avatar Commander lowered his head. He had a suspicion of what this meant.

As a legion commander, Melkor had access to far more information about mech pilots than the average soldier in the Larkinson Clan. He even listened to a couple of theories that Ves had come up during their occasional meetings.

Given what he learned and what he knew about himself, he feared that it was futile for him to experience the previous glow a second time.

"Maybe… I'm not cut out to be a hero."

Melkor was already used to disappointment, so this realization did not affect him too much. He shook his head and cleared his mind of negative thoughts so that he could return to directing his Avatars.

Just because the Phasers had suddenly suffered numerous heavy blows didn't mean that they had been rendered harmless.

Many Phasers that evaded the previous outbursts were still putting up their own fights! The Avatars of Myth still had a mission to complete!

Another prominent personality in the Golden Skull Alliance also lamented his failure to take advantage of the situation.

"These lucky bastards."

Patriarch Reginald had fought the hardest of all of the mech pilots in this battle. He boldly and fearlessly challenged the Phase King and risked total destruction each time he made an attack run on the powerful alien creature.

The distraction he generated from his actions played a crucial role in allowing the Cerebral King to hang on long enough for it to gradually gain the upper hand!

Despite fighting against one of the singular most powerful opponents that Reginald had ever met in combat, he failed to make any further progress in breaking past his impossible bottleneck!

Though he kept trying, the constant breakthroughs of so many other mech pilots completely interrupted his previous rhythm.

His desire to challenge his limits largely faded after Vincent Ricklin's giant energy manifestation landed a powerful punch onto the Phase King's body.

It doused even further after Isobel Kotin's burning strikes drained the powerful foe of most of its fighting capabilities.

The current Phase King… no longer aroused any major threat to Patriarch Reginald.

Without a strong enemy to test himself against, how could the Cross Patriarch possibly get excited in this battle?

His hot and active body slumped in the piloting seat as the high-tier expert pilot let out a tired sigh.

"The future belongs to the younger generation."

With his willpower and experience, he was not a person who was easily crushed by defeat and disappointment.

If he failed to advance to ace pilot today, then there were always other opportunities in the future.

Instead of reflecting on his own lack of progress, he spread his attention and studied the other mech pilots that had managed to get one step closer to his level.

He smiled when he saw that a Crosser mech pilot had managed to break through earlier, but his expression quickly twitched when he noticed his clan was the worst performer in this regard.

"Damn. The Larkinsons and the Glory Seekers both gained two expert pilots each! Why haven't we been able to match their success?"

Reginald didn't think his mech pilots were any worse than the other troops.

In fact, out of all of the alliance partners, the armed forces of the Cross Clan were the most professional due to various reasons.

From their long heritage to the large number of veteran soldiers that had fought in actual wars, the Crosser mech pilots were all tempered and shaped by conflict.

Despite these advantages, the proportion of Crossers that broke through to expert candidate and expert pilot had fallen behind compared to their allies!

"Is it… because of the mechs?" Reginald tentatively guessed.

The Cross Clan utilized its own combination of mechs. Its current mech roster consisted of a mix of older but still reliable models dating from the time the clan was still a part of the Garlen Empire as well as newer models developed by Professor Benedict Cortez.

As an avid leader and expert pilot, Reginald held high expectations for any of the mechs that the Cross Clan had entered into service. He made sure that none of the mechs piloted by his subordinates were weak or flawed.

Yet despite all of their virtues, they lacked one special quality that had become increasingly more common in the expeditionary fleet.

"They're not living mechs."

Was the Cross Clan falling behind because it had yet to adopt any living mechs themselves?

As the Cross Patriarch pondered this question, the battle was slowly winding down.

The Phase King received crippling injuries while many of its elite followers had suffered heavily at the hands of the mechs that they had previously despised.