The Titan-2 TypeG is a mid-weight model excelling in versatility and mass-producibility, demonstrating its all-around capability rather than just being adaptable in a limited sense.
There’s a reason why even though it’s a mobile weapon measuring ten meters, it retains a humanoid form.
First, it reduces the burden on the pilot—when a humanoid suddenly transforms into a non-humanoid form, the psychological stress can be immense. Second, it allows for the direct application of all skills normally handled by a human body.
You know, there’s that “company from beyond” which some venerate with almost the same fervor as the three sacred beings, claiming that humans were born to fight. After much deliberation, the engineers concluded that this size range is optimal for a humanoid design.
“Xiaoooora!!!!!”
Letting out a roar of fury, I sprinted forward and slammed my knee into the dragon’s snarling head. Grabbing its flailing neck, I twisted and hurled it to the ground, dislocating its entire body. As the anti-gravity unit shut down momentarily, the dragon experienced a 350-ton load, but its neck remained unbroken, leaving me wondering what material it was made of. Twisting my body further, I increased the pressure on its neck.
This unconventional bulldogging and headlock technique is a lethal move requiring considerable skill from the receiver. Though skillfully executed, the dragon’s vertebrae refused to break despite our armor clashing and sparks flying.
Come on, seriously, please don’t tell me its skeletal structure is made of ductile titanium. As I gripped its wrists and increased the pressure, even with the fusion reactor output reaching its limit, it proved impossible to crush.
“Guraaaaaooo!!!”
“Nuwoh?!?”
The dragon wasn’t about to just take the beating and mounted a counterattack, using all four limbs and wing claws to resist, lifting its head high and attempting to slam me into the ground.
I released my grip the moment my body floated briefly, executed a breakfall, and rolled several times to dissipate the shockwave, quickly re-establishing my stance.
The green armor shone menacingly as the dragon twisted in uncontrollable fury.
Sensing that something was about to happen, I crossed my arms to shield my chest and head and braced for impact while asking, although I wasn’t showing off professional wrestling moves or rejecting the mech’s rigidity, I surely didn’t intend to be hit unprotected.
“Where’s the protective field?”
“It’s alive!”
“Go full power!”
Simultaneously with the activation of the magnetic field defensive barriers embedded in the arms, high-energy particle beams grazed the edges of my armor, which from a distance might have looked like deflecting water sprayed directly at me.
Phew, if it had hit directly, the armor would have been breached, and sensors would have been destroyed. Good thing I pushed the reflex speed to its limit.
Ugh, dragons, sure, I expected a fiery breath attack like their henchmen, but how anyone could devise a charged particle cannon coming from a living creature’s mouth is beyond me!
Rather than just enduring its unnaturally long-range beam attack, I advanced in a defensive stance, slowly closing the distance. Once within range, I delivered a swift upward high-kick to its chin.
“Too much commotion! Stop! Stop!”
The heavy particle beam’s momentum was lessened as its jaws were forcibly closed, causing the beam to scatter sideways, burning the dragon’s mouth and carving into the surrounding earth. Irritated, I raised the leg to its highest point and immediately drove it downward.
The high-kick transitioned into a devastating heel drop—a textbook motion but, perhaps due to the dragon having no prior experience fighting a giant humanoid, it graciously allowed the move to fully land.
“Selene, what’s the damage from the shockwave?”
“Our units are fine but potential harm to spectators and the city is a concern. There’s no thermal wave, but radiation contamination is possible. Moving too much is also discouraged as stray shots might affect others too.”
“Alright, let’s change locations then!”
I grabbed the thrashing dragon’s neck and began dragging it while running towards the outskirts. Come on! Let’s fight out here! I couldn’t risk it wreaking havoc in a position threatening a direct hit on Canopy Holy Capital.
“Nozu!”
“No worries! Just a little stroll with the beast!”
Held by the scruff, the dragon thrashed around, but through body control, I managed to distribute the load and used its own thrashing momentum to guide it towards the outskirts. Typically, with such a weight difference, it wouldn’t be easy to drag it this effectively, but its unskilled struggles worked to my advantage.
“Just… calm… down a bit!”
Having gained sufficient distance, I again executed a one-armed headlock, this time directing manipulators into the shape of a spear and driving them forcefully into its eye sockets.
This was breaking the rules, a true eye-gouging assault far from the mere rubbing typically seen. Fingers penetrated completely between the eye and skull, gouging it out viciously. It appeared that its vision sensors were the two prominent eyes on its head, so losing one must have significantly hindered its capabilities.
“I got an eye!”
“Gyuaaahhhhh!!!”
A scream that would surely resonate for kilometers as the eye was gouged out. The nerve bundle the size of a suspension bridge cable provided slight resistance, but with actuators at full power, I ripped it apart, crushing the glowing yellow, vertically elongated right eye.
If this happened in a real professional wrestling ring, permanent expulsion would be the least of the consequences. But this was an interspecies deathmatch, killing each other, no one had any complaints to make.
I was about to take the other eye when, unexpectedly, the dragon, despite its twisted neck, lunged at me.
Like a cat clinging to a human arm, the dragon latched onto me with all limbs, its claws lightly scratching my armor but not causing any fatal damage.
Don’t underestimate me; the Titan-2 is a combat mecha, even as a mass-produced model designed with withstanding attacks like a railgun in mind; the armor is made of special ductile titanium, with even its thinnest sections being 300mm thick. It isn’t constructed to be easily penetrated by mere claws and teeth…
“Woooooaahh?!”
“And… it flew?! Can’t be serious right?!”
A sudden sensation of floating overwhelmed me as it flapped its wings and lifted into the air, the green armor glowing red as internal systems worked at full power.
Clearly, it had two massive anti-gravity units, as large as possible for atmospheric use!
Attempting to keep my feet on the ground, the dragon had slipped its hind legs behind my knees, and as I couldn’t resist, it soared upward.
Hmph, if this were the formal unified military mass-produced model “Tagarao Type 5,” we could have resisted with built-in secondary arms, but the plain humanoid Titan 2 had no such accessories.
“This… put me down!!!”
“Rapid ascent! It’s aiming to slam me into the ground!!”
In no time, while tangled together, we shot up to an altitude of 1,000 meters, and as the dragon twisted its body to orient me downwards, it then went limp. Had it deactivated its anti-gravity units, initiating free fall?
What a height, what a weight body press! Were I to take its full force, despite the Titan 2’s sturdiness, catastrophic damage would be unavoidable.
“Nuh meller! Not acceptable!!”
Releasing my grip on the neck, I grabbed the base of the wings, twisting them forcefully. The dragon, which had been falling straight, spun into a corkscrew dive, quickly losing control.
Attempting to regain its posture by wildly firing thrusters, I wouldn’t let it get away with that, blocking the nozzles with my feet and preventing it from stabilizing as intended.
“Four seconds until impact!!”
“You’re stubborn, aren’t you!?”
Using body maneuvers, I forced the wriggling dragon’s body downward, pressing my shoulder against its neck and locking it firmly. We smashed into the ground, the dragon’s head and neck wedged between the earth and my shoulder.
Even with armor acting as a cushion, our terminal velocity being near the speed of sound caused severe damage, various sensors blaring warnings. The damage reports were all red. The operating system recommended evacuation, but with a non-ejectable brain unit in this remote-controlled foe and no retreat for us, there was no option but to proceed.
With some armor plates peeled off, I stood up, my creaking mech still holding on. Somewhere, a broken seal leaked crimson hydraulic fluid, but no matter, it can still fight.
This is just the start of serious injuries—it doesn’t matter the battlefield!
“Moderate damage to the mech! Total loss of the left manipulator! Left shoulder dysfunction!”
“Fine by me! It still moves and fights!!”
That guy too is staggering from the gamble. The left wing, which had been tightly gripped in its final thrashing claw, was now flaccid, and the right wing, torn apart, was like a used napkin.
Its neck, bent as it became pinned between the ground and my shoulder, started bleeding white blood from its damaged airways.
Sure enough, this artificial blood coursing through its veins indicated that Sylvanian and Galatea might be unique cases of flowing red blood.
Given the sheer size of its body, sustaining it with regular hemoglobin would have been impossible, and I’d suspected as much from the start.
The color of its blood confirmed it was similar to the alien creatures dwelling in “Tiamat 25,” deepening my conviction of a planet-wide conspiracy.
Just coincidental similarities in structures, widespread worldwide, and incidentally adversarial to intelligent life? Coincidence is pushing it at this scale.
If I only extract some information from this dragon’s brain…
“Come on, lizard. Let’s finish this!”
“Gupu… Gopaaaa!!!”
Upon beckoning it for capture, my intent was clear. Realizing it could no longer escape with its wings gone, the dragon charged forward, its heavy body aiming for a fatal collision.
A massive body charge and crush, it executed its most optimal solution with finesse, certainly impressive.
Yet, with human limbs, specialized in combat, losing one limb does not mean losing the ability to fight.
Bending my knees, I jumped with all my might. The various artificial muscles that suffered injuries during the fall tore apart, leaking fluid, but no matter. If I don’t kill now, I’ll be killed.
Though lacking thrusters as a ground-based model, the Titan-2 TypeG still managed to leap high above the dragon’s head with its raw output.
In mid-air, I twisted my body to add momentum to my legs and, while passing by, delivered a kick to its medulla oblongata.
This finishing move, known in ancient martial pro-wrestling as the Medulla Strike, was one of the most perilous techniques ever devised.
Apparently, the dragon’s already cracked and partially broken neck reached its limit. I felt the dull sensation of a bone breaking under my toe, followed simultaneously by pieces of armor disintegrating.
And instead of releasing the kick, I used my body movement to sandwich the neck between my foot and the ground, applying the full force akin to a guillotine.
“Daraaaaahhh!!!”
“Gugogooooooo!!!”
The momentum, slipping across the ground, concentrated at a single point. Finally, the dragon’s massive neck was severed upon colliding with the earth.
The dragon rampaging across the sandy playground of Canopy Holy Capital fell silent with its head cut off.
As massive amounts of blood spewed out and my right knee, twisted in an abnormal direction due to excessive strain, failed upon landing, it was still negligible in the grand scheme.
“…I won!”
“Commander, that was pushing it just a bit too much.”
“Can’t help that, no attack capabilities at all. Isn’t it commendable we even won?”
Somehow standing, I forced my knee back into place painfully and straightened up. Alarms flashed all over my body as severe damages were reported but, having won, it didn’t matter. We’d rely on Canopy Holy Capital’s relics for repairs, but the ability to move alone was sufficient.
I grabbed the dragon’s enormous head and dragged it back to the group.
“Nozu!”
“Hey, everyone okay? Check out this great achievement!”
Touched by the mythic image of a giant holding the dragon’s head aloft, Galatea knelt crying.
The tribal warriors and Sylvanian danced with joy, welcoming the blood-splattered giant with white blood.
The legendary giant that once slept to protect the holy capital awakened, fought a dragon, and emerged victorious. A tear streamed down from her mono-ocular visor—a moment of triumph felt by everyone present.
[Planetary Exploration Record] Titan-2 TypeG: The second variant of the Titan model, designed for ground combat. This jack-of-all-trades is widely deployed by the Ecliptic Republic Alliance as the integrated army’s masterpiece, praised not only for its rugged appearance but also the high maintainability and refined control interface. The most commendable is its reasonable procurement cost, making it deeply cherished by Private Military Companies who can’t afford legitimate military equipment.
A truly plain mobile weapon without unnecessary functions, its versatility made it adaptable to various scenarios, and it’s said that the total production amount exceeded twenty thousand units.
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