The Undying Mecha Emperor-Chapter 250 Military High Command

The third and final factor as to why Sheera was able to achieve such a mindlessly awesome massacre was because of the colour of the mechas assigned to the first graders.

Yes. Colour.

The first graders were assigned the colour black.

And as such, whether or not we were powered down or powered up, our armor would remain the same colour.

Sheera Lin shamelessly took complete advantage of that fact by clearing out the dead mechas on the battlefield, and replacing them with her own live army!

When the gifted kids surveyed the trap, the first thing their "experienced" eyes looked at were the blindingly eye catching three hundred heavies atop the plateau, and they barely gave the two thousand five hundred "blackened" mechas a cursory look.

Of course it was more than understandable for them to do that. It would take a very experienced, battle hardened general to be critical enough to study the state of the dead soldiers littering the battleground.

Gifted kids, no matter how well trained and deadly in the art of fighting, lack the cynical and suspicious of everything mindset that they would need to question if the dead were really dead.

And so, the two thousand gifted kids charged into the trap in perfect formation.

Heavies on the sides with their shields raised high to provide cover for the mediums in the van. Their lights followed them from the rear providing covering fire for the mediums.

It was a damn good formation, and customized to perfection to deal with the first part of the trap.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The first elements of their army hit the line of dead mechas and waded in.

They trampled over a few of them and charged ahead at high speed, eager to close with the three hundred heavies, destroy them and claim the plateau for themselves.

A hundred mechas waded in.

Sheera's mechas from the tree line opened fire and rained down a deadly wave of exploding projectiles on them.

However, without the center plateau to trigger a crossfire, the attacks from the treeline were largely negated by the shields the gifted kids carried.

The rain of fire that crashed all around them served to ignite their bloodlust even more, and motivated them to charge in even faster and even more desperately.

Two hundred waded in.

Then five hundred.

A thousand.

By that time, the gifted kids were roaring out their battle cries and for most of them, bloodlust was spilling over in their hearts.

Dike, Avery, and even Hardy from above were shouting their heads off in excitement.

All, except Kitiara.

Her voice was very noticeably missing from the recording of the battle which I had gained access to.

Her instincts were probably blaring like the emergency air raid sirens of England when the German Luftwaffe attacked.

But she was one girl in a sea of frenzied fighters, there was absolutely nothing she could do.

Within seconds, the first elements of the gifted army broke past the field of dead mechas and clashed heavily against the three hundred heavies.

Even though they were mediums, they were exceedingly confident of their ability to deal with mere first grade noobs, and for the most part, they were right.

The first hundred or so medium mechas clashing against the three hundred were able to impressively remain alive and even take down a couple of heavies!

However, the main reason why they were confidently charging ahead was because they knew the remaining one thousand nine hundred buddies in their army were right behind them.

They would be able to quickly overwhelm the three hundred heavies with sheer numbers and then claim the plateau!

Alas for them, reality was harsh.

Very, very harsh.

As soon as two hundred mediums crossed the field of dead corpses, the signal was given.

Screeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

A sharp piercing ringing sounded.

Humm!!!

A loud collective hum sounded all around the battlefield as two thousand five hundred mechas powered up for a few seconds.

"Huh?"

"What's happening?"

"DAMN IT ITS A TRAP! THE DEAD ARE NOT DEAD!"

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

KAABAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

All around the battlefield, two thousand five hundred mechas swung their arms, legs, swords, spears, rifles, everything and unleashed deadly attacks on the one thousand eight hundred charging gifted mechas!!

Almost all of them fell to the ground, tripped, damaged or even killed outright by the surprise attack.

And when that happened, there was absolutely no recovering from it.

The attacks from the thousand five hundred mechas within the treeline began to hit home, the two thousand five hundred mechas on the ground were able to unleash their first and second attacks on unguarded targets.

It took just two short minutes for the roar of excited battlecries to turn into wails of horror and another two minutes for those wails to be replaced by an all out cheer of triumph.

Under Sheera Lin's monstrous genius, four thousand three hundred first graders had managed to massacre eight thousand of their seniors with barely a hundred losses!

The renowned geniuses and fighters of the third and fourth grade gifted program Dike, Avery and Kitiara did not make a single impact worth noting in that massacre.

Hardy survived for the time being, and he retreated to provide precious first hand intel to the next army.

But for the moment, the instructors and guests watching the battle live was probably either cursing their heads off at the idiocy of the eight thousand kids, or drooling their salivas out at the unprecedentedly incredible treasure that had appeared in the National Mecha Pilot Academy.

Before the massacre, Sheera Lin and Sherry Lin were already hot commodities, fought over by the various military departments.

After the massacre, the military went silent.

No general, no commander or admiral said another word about recruiting them.

They knew that there was no way they would be getting their hands on Sheera Lin.

By merit of her unparalleled genius and potential, Sheera Lin was destined for one place and one place only. 𝗳𝔯𝙚e𝒘e𝚋𝘯𝚘ν𝙚l.𝑐o𝙢

Military High Command.