The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1491

A masked man stepped inside an isolated mech bay aboard a ship. He walked forward, his boots echoing against the scuffed deck, until he reached the mech that had recently been unpacked.

"When I heard our son prepared a gift, I did not expect to receive a tiger mech." The masked figure remarked as he studied the Devil Tiger with a critical eye. "Why do I have the feeling that this gift is not entirely planned?"

A small figure appeared alongside him. The crystalline woman wearing an elegant gown smiled up at the ferocious-looking tiger mech.

"This mech is a labor of love. From son to father, from mech designer to mech pilot, Ves hasn’t forgotten about you. Though I don’t pretend to understand much about mechs, I can immediately tell that this Devil Tiger will be the key to our ascension."

Though the formless mask hid Ryncol’s expression, his body language clearly conveyed his skepticism.

There was nothing wrong with the Devil Tiger. From his own knowledge of mechs, he immediately recognized that the mech in front of him was very powerful and expensive.

In addition, he vaguely sensed something formidable about the mech. He couldn’t quite describe what he was feeling, but as someone who piloted mechs for a living, the Devil Tiger was definitely a machine that demanded attention!

However, no matter how impressive the mech appeared, there was one huge problem.

"I don’t pilot bestial mechs, honey. While this tiger mech is very impressive, I only pilot humanoid mechs."

Cynthia Larkinson grinned. "Haven’t you been learning how to pilot other mechs? With the help I’ve provided to you, you’ve been improving at a rapid pace."

"That’s because I’ve spent more than six years trying to become accustomed to piloting spaceborn mechs!" The Dark Cleaver let out an exasperated breath. "Most battles in the Nyxian Gap take place in space. If I didn’t work so hard in becoming more proficient in piloting spaceborn mechs, I would have never been able to earn the respect of my men and take over the Oblivion Hand."

As a Larkinson, he possessed a much greater foundation than regular mech pilots, let alone the badly-trained pirates of the Nyxian Gap. He already possessed a basic level of proficiency in piloting spaceborn mechs, but it took several years of intensive piloting and training sessions for him to reach the level of proficiency reached by Larkinsons who specialized in piloting spaceborn mechs.

To be honest, Ryncol still wasn’t comfortable with piloting a mech in space. The lack of solid ground underneath the feet of his mech often made him feel lost and adrift.

He missed fighting on stable ground. Distances were smaller, giving melee mech pilots such as him a lot more opportunity to close in to the enemy.

Though he still led the Oblivion Hand in battle after he became its commander, his mech mostly floated in the rear while the ranged mechs under his command pelted their opponents to death.

Ever since the Dark Cleaver took command of the Oblivion Hand, they never lost a battle. With someone as mysterious as his wife scouting their enemies and sabotaging them prior to battle, the Oblivion Hand always held the upper hand.

The continuous string of victories had propelled the Oblivion Hand into prominence in the Nyxian Gap. More and more pirates and other scum gave way when the Oblivion Hand passed through their space. In addition, the spoils they gained from their victories attracted an enormous amount of recruits.

Though a lot of spies and malcontents attempted to slip into their ranks, Cynthia always managed to sort them out before they did any damage.

Ryncol would have never made it this far without his wife’s assistance. However, that did not mean he always went along with her plans!

"You know we can’t afford to stay in a single area." He crossed his arms. "With hunters continually following our trails, we always need to stay a step ahead. We can’t afford to linger too long on the surface of a planet."

"I know that." The miniscule woman spoke. "But there’s more to this mech than you realize. It’s worth it for you to pilot this great machine. Do you know why? Because our son has imparted something special to this mech. Why don’t you step inside the cockpit first? I’ll show you why the Devil Tiger will be the key to gaining an edge against our pursuers. You might even become strong enough to defeat them in battle!"

The man sent a dubious glance at his partner. "The last time you showed me something instead of telling me something, you stuffed a bunch of pills down my throat. I was indisposed for days while my body and mind were tearing themselves apart!"

"Didn’t you get better in the end? I was just doing what was best for you, honey!"

Though Ryncol was very hesitant about following his wife’s instructions, eventually she managed to badger him into stepping inside the cockpit.

Once he climbed into the cockpit and sat on his chair, he quickly moaned in comfort.

"This is the most comfortably piloting chair I’ve ever sat upon! As expected from my son! He knows exactly how to pamper mech pilots!"

The floating crystalline form of a woman hovered happily above his head.

"The comfy chair is just the start. There’s something else about this mech that will help you become stronger. Why don’t you activate and interface with the Devil Tiger. There’s a surprise waiting for you once you connect with your mech."

Though Ryncol only grew more and more apprehensive about following her suggestions, he couldn’t muster up much resistance against his own wife.

She had never been wrong, after all.

He booted up his mech and tentatively lowered the piloting helmet onto his head. The Devil Tiger came to life. The aura hidden behind the spiritual barrier that Ves had left behind became more pronounced. A hint of it leaked past the blockage, giving the mech pilot a preview of why the Devil Tiger acquired its name. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}