death of hope

Chapter 1081 "Psionic Storm" (154) "Honshu Samurai" Combat Mech

The strongest psychic talent possessed by dark forces, versus the company's heavily armed combat mechs—who will emerge victorious? To the average person, the answer is roughly clear from their size and weight.

Compared to a 200-ton war machine, the psionicist's tiny body is like a speck of dust in a sandstorm.

The "Iron Curtain" tactic saw AI lock onto this speck of dust and begin scanning. On the HUD screen, the intelligent assessment module flickered wildly; even AI seemed shocked, the entire screen turning bright red and displaying a huge question mark.
Threat level: ???

Unable to provide statistics…

The AI ​​staff officer advised: "Combat units should withdraw immediately to avoid engagement."

"Huh?" Gunner Murata Saemon, staring at the screen, blurted out in astonishment:

"What the hell is going on? The other party is just a human... Is the assessment system broken?"

"Sabei! What are you doing?!" Chariot commander Isayama Kai urged angrily.

"The boss has given the order: full fire! Crush that little wench, and as for the body, recover as much as you can!"

"Yes... sir..."

As the gunner entered the code, all the exclamation marks on the screen disappeared, the AI ​​assistant closed, and manual operation was switched off. All weapon systems mounted on the "Honshu Samurai" combat mech were unlocked.

The plasma weapon glowed blue as it began to charge, the Gatling gun started to rotate slowly, and rockets were about to pour out of their multi-hole magazines. The heavy mortar switched to direct-fire assault mode, and 122mm high-explosive shells were already loaded.

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Facing the impending barrage of fire, the dark mercenary Jarasso Claw remained completely unfazed, instead indulging in unrestrained mockery:
"These Terra monkeys just like to play with big, clunky, and stupid things. Your war machines are nothing more than Transformers plastic toys in the face of dark spiritual power."

The mercenary raised the evil god statue in his hand, pointed it at Zero, and a wicked smile appeared on his long, thin face:
"How powerful will Drow, the God of Hatred, be with his divine skills combined with the strongest psionic talent? It's truly something to look forward to!"

The black and red psionic lightning wrapped around Zero crackled, quite different from the pure psionic energy with a holy aura before. It was no longer positive and negative charges in the physical sense, but rather an evil will and dark energy that should only exist in other dimensions, which had invaded the physical universe by taking advantage of Zero's super psionic talent.

Yuna Jinguji's soul has been corrupted and possessed by the dark spirit's evil magic, and she has completely forgotten loyalty and trust between people.
A pair of beautiful eyes were bloodshot, their pupils filled with murderous intent and malice.
"Hatred...hatred...you are all guilty...go die!"

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The mechs unleashed their full power, unleashing a spectacular burst of orange-red flames and a dense barrage of bullets.

The psykers had nowhere to escape, only waiting to be torn apart and roasted by shrapnel, shockwaves, and heat rays. The phantom pirate Jarraso, however, remained completely unfazed: "These Terran monkeys, just standing there providing cover fire, they're so funny~"
They had no idea what they were facing. Zero had now become the most convenient humanoid weapon for the God of Hatred, Lord Drow.
Zero simply raised his hand, seemingly doing something, yet seemingly doing nothing. Jalaso smiled; he knew that the mech was finished.

An invisible and intangible, yet overwhelmingly powerful dark energy silently emanated, like a vortex in a black hole, beginning to tear and distort the entire space.

Missiles, artillery shells, rockets, and even high-temperature plasma beams are all making bizarre turns in the air, which is not due to gravity and completely violates the rules of the physical universe.

"Why is the target alright?"

"Wait... Oh my god! The shells... they're back?"

"Don't panic! Activate the active defense system!"

The crew members were in complete disarray, and soon their voices disappeared from the radio sequence.

The 'Honshu Samurai' combat mech was engulfed by its own barrage of fire, instantly transforming into a burning steel frame. It leaned against the building ruins and slowly collapsed, its crew members inside turning into eggs in a microwave oven, none surviving.

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"Commander Isayama! Artillery Commander Saemon! Please respond!"

"Don't ask anymore... it's all over..."

"Damn it! What kind of sorcery is that?! Why did the shell turn back?!"

Even seasoned veterans can't help but panic on the corporate warrior radio station.

Higashiyama Ruriko raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, trying her best to remain calm:

"Don't occupy the channel, follow my command! Unit two! It's your turn. Don't use firearms, go straight for melee!"

"Yes... it's the boss..."

The second locomotive commander's voice was clearly hesitant, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.