The Ouroboros did not stop.
Ever since it teleported from orbit to the surface of the planet, the powerful ace mech whose individual combat power was superior to every other mech on the planet instantly put the Devos Ancient clan on guard!
Although it was unthinkable for the Ouroboros to open fire and lay waste to the property and citizens of a Terran territory, the chance of accidents was not zero!
So long as the slightest probability of violent incidents existed, the Devosans needed to go on high alert and stop any disaster from escalating out of control!
As the security services scrambled to contain and deter the Ouroboros from pushing any further boundaries, the atmosphere in the dining room slowly went cold as the news quietly spread among the guests.
"What Is the Streon Ancient Clan doing? It is important for us to form a united front in the eyes of foreigners."
"The Streons are completely stepping on the dignity of the Devosans here. I wouldn't be surprised if a minor grudge war broke out as a result of this insult."
"It makes no sense for the Renewer of Terra to crash this soiree. The Streons and the Devosans have little cause for conflict, and they cannot afford to make enemies with each other. Is a third parly responsible for Instigating this incident?"
Rumors continued to flow through the lips of the deep-thinking Terrans who were accustomed to thinking this way. Every action at this level conveyed a lot of meaning.
Even Ves grew utterly confused. Had General Axelar Streon lost patience? Was he unwilling to wait for a week until he finally got to meet with the mech designer who wanted to teach his granddaughter?
Whatever was going on, the Ouroboros continued to advance unabated. He did not need to catch sight of the powerful ace mech to determine this. He could feel It in his spirit.
Pieces continued to move into place around him. No matter whether the chance of violent outbreaks was close to zero, the Devosans still needed to do their due diligence.
Invisible transphasic energy shields quietly came online while teleportation machines warmed up to evacuate the guests in a hurry.
Of course, in order to guard against the possibility of hidden enemies teleporting explosive ordnance in the middle of the dining hall, all of the existing anti-teleportation screens worked at full capacity.
More and more armored guard infantry units made an appearance. They previously kept themselves out of sight in order to preserve the elegant ambiance of the opening banquet, but it was more important now for the Devosans to show they were taking everyone's security seriously.
While all of this took place, Gloriana grew concerned while the children all looked curious. Lucky and Clixie stopped acting cute and lingered protectively around the children as they got ready to pounce on any threats that emerged.
"What is happening, papa?" Marvaine asked.
"The Terrans are having coordination problems." Gloriana answered as she lifted her boy into her arms. "The Streons and the Devosans both want to talk with us, and they cannot agree on who goes first."
The boy's looked confused. "That is stupid. Can't they settle the order by running a random number generator?"
"The Terrans are too stubborn and old-fashioned for that, my dear."
While Gloriana was probably nor wrong, Ves felt there was a lor more ro this unexpected incident than that. If General Axelar Streon urgently wanted ro speak to Ves, he could have at least waited until the banquet had concluded in order to secure a meeting under more discreet circumstances.
This was entirely different!
Landing a peak ace mech on a populated planet governed by another ancient clan without following any of the protocols was a clear and naked provocation!
Even if General Streon had no intention of causing offense to the Devos Ancient Clan, his actions could still be interpreted as one, and that was what mattered the most in Terran society!
Despite all of the requests and warnings transmitted to the Ouroboros, the powerful ace mech continued Its advance without slowing down. Its pace remained constant and no amount of barrier or obstacle could stop its inexorable flight!
In fact, the Devos Ancient Clan had yet to put any transphasic energy shields in the ace mech's path.
If General Streon acted too stubbornly and actually broke through the shields by force, then that would constitute an offensive act!
This would definitely escalate the sudden conflict between the two ancient clans, and this was not what their leaders wanted to happen!
This was why the Devosan mechs that had been stationed on the campus only shadowed the movements of the Ouroboros up until this point.
During this time, Master Laila Devos and Miss Alexa Streon both engaged in frantic communications with different parties.
They not only communicated privately with each other through an encrypted short-ranged channel, but also contacted their own organizations for updates, clarifications and instructions.
From the tense and uneasy air that surrounded the two representatives of the relevant ancient clans, it did not look as if they were able to come to a resolution.
Ves let out a sigh as he made his own decision. He had already contacted Major Simon Jankowski of the Bluejay Fleet.
Though the first-class multipurpose mechs under his command were completely outgunned by the Ouroboros, their appearance was enough of a guarantee that the Terrans would not come to blows against each other on this location.
Even if the Terrans hated the Red Association, they would never dare to attack the powerful organization openly!
Any party that did so would immediately get disavowed by all of the other Terrans!
Ves also did not sense any sort of danger or malice from the approaching Ouroboros. This gave him the courage to act boldly.
He suddenly stood up, causing the Terrans seated at the main table to direct their attention towards their guest of honor.
"Miss Alexa, will the Ouroboros turn around and go back where it came from?" He asked his teaching assistant directly.
The woman shook her bead. "The men stationed aboard the Termine Hill have been trying and failing to make contact with General Axelar Streon. The Ouroboros has refused to accept any incoming transmissions."
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