Just as commanded, the Tier 4 warriors of the Blood Clan unleashed a coordinated barrage of fire upon Rex.
Each one of them was armed with a sleek, high-tech laser rifle that was no ordinary military-grade weapon. These were elite-grade precision beam cannons, crafted in the forges of Nexum Dynamics, capable of firing a singular, concentrated stream of searing energy.
Unlike conventional pulse rifles that spat out bursts of light, these weapons projected a solid beam so intense it could carve through mobile suit hulls and remain active for over thirty seconds until the rifle's coolant system overheated and forced a temporary shutdown.
But even such overwhelming firepower fell short.
The beams collided with Rex's wings, which unfolded behind him like a divine storm made flesh, wings forged from living metal, their surface rippling like quicksilver, reinforced by a plasma-threaded honeycomb shield matrix.
The relentless assault failed to leave even a scratch.
