Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 194 193. Now that we are here, let’s make the best of it and then treat it as a competition (Part )
There were always unexpected situations around the vision, and Sefer was well aware of this, but he had never heard of a vision chasing people.

Not only did he chase me, but he also threw himself into the snow and ice. This lousy weather could easily freeze any unlucky guy to death.

Standing on the ice that was as solid as rock, Seifer looked up expressionlessly and saw the huge planet that occupied half of the sky.

It was a beautiful earthy grey color. I didn't know what planet it was, but the ice layer I was standing on was probably just a 'satellite'.

When I came in, I didn't even bring my body with me. Is this common or...

"Red Crossbow! Are you okay now?!"

Laika's communication can be transmitted. After all, the vision is not the real world, and the communication technology has developed strangely... Seifer glanced at the external temperature of -50° on the UI.

Then he calmly replied, "I'm fine. It's just a little cold outside, and I'm a little confused right now. What does this icy and snowy weather mean?"

And the air is so thin that it's hard to imagine what the meaning of this phenomenon is.

"Then don't move around randomly. The giant anomaly hasn't fully formed yet, and everything is actually in a state of chaos."

"Besides you, many mercenaries have been caught up in different types of anomalies, and the communication links are now in chaos."

She spoke quickly and urgently, "So don't move. It's very likely that the vision you're in will immediately merge with other visions, or even split apart. You must stay alive until it calms down!"

Actually, it doesn't matter if he's dead... Cypher was silent for a while, then found a piece of ice that had become as hard as stone due to long-term erosion by cosmic dust and radiation, and sat down.

"Then I'll just wait and see. After all, when faced with natural disasters, the power of an individual is still too limited, right?"

As he spoke, Seifer felt that the horizon in front of him was shifting. The dark universe was suddenly illuminated by light, and the huge planet disappeared.

Some man-made structures suddenly appeared on the ice field that should have been empty, and the ground underfoot moved irregularly, but all of this disappeared at a certain moment.

Everything around me changed like a slide show with frames dropped, even the ice under my feet changed accordingly, sometimes turning into steel, sometimes into concrete, and sometimes just ordinary soil.

The temperature was also changing in leaps and bounds. Standing in this change, Seifer felt like an ant standing in a kaleidoscope.

Compared to the vision, the individual human being is too small and powerless.

This was the first time that Seifer had such a clear understanding, but curiosity also emerged - visions are such unstable things, but they can stably produce vision rewards, what is the reason?

Finally, the ever-changing world before my eyes stabilized, and what came into my ears was the noisy voices of people like waves.

And a question.

"What are you daydreaming about? Are you ready?"

The one speaking to Cypher was a mecha with only the upper half of its body, a smooth head that looked a little shabby in appearance, staring at him.

"Red Crossbow, the situation on your side has stabilized. How's the surrounding environment?" Leica seemed to have not kept up with the speed. She was probably washing her eyes - it was really hard to bear the light pollution just now.

The environment is a bit subtle, it looks like the preparation room of some kind of stadium, but this preparation room is narrow and cramped, and theoretically the taste should be bad too.

Seifer thought for a moment and looked at a large transparent screen that appeared in his hand. On the screen, the previously missing machine was reflected intact.

He thought for a moment and replied: "The situation is very delicate. I have to confirm what the current situation is before I can tell you, okay..." The urging sounded, and the door in front of Sefer opened. Sefer ignored the sounds of other communications and walked down into this very "sci-fi" corridor.

The passage was very closed, and only became slightly wider when entering the hangar. Cypher could only hear some hazy sounds, probably cheering and screaming, but nothing more.

This feeling is familiar, very familiar.

I felt a sense of nostalgia for the first vision I experienced when I first came to this world, but at that time I had two teammates with me, and now I am alone.

Oh, and there's a machine.

Although the world of visions is bizarre and varied, it does seem to have some basis. Evidence of this is the despairing apocalyptic feeling some visions convey.

For example, the Doomsday Train in the snowy plains. There's even a strange setting where humanity continues to exist, showing that the technology is very advanced, but the NPCs, or people, in the vision are unaware of this.

For example, technology is so advanced and developed that it can be said to be somewhat magical. People can transform themselves into the legendary cyber cyborgs, but the price is that they are easily hacked and turned into broilers.

Then there is the current phenomenon, which Sefer has experienced several times, but before, he was assigned to a team as an individual mercenary, and then went down to fight against others, and finally evacuated calmly with supplies.

This is the first time I can drive my own machine...but judging by the sounds outside, this job is not that easy?
"You must remember, Red Crossbow, you must remember that this strange phenomenon has not yet been fixed, which means..."

"That means if I die here, my mecha, the weapons I collected, and the engine I just received as backup will all be destroyed, right?"

After Cypher rushed to answer, Laika was speechless for a long time before slowly answering: "Yes... but compared to the loss of equipment, you should pay more attention to your own life..."

She also knew about the existence of the resurrection array, but she didn't really believe in it. When Cypher didn't contact her, she checked all the information and found that the so-called "resurrection" was just a science fiction concept.

Even in visions, in those visionary worlds that transform humans beyond imagination, resurrection is not 'living' but transfer.

Maintaining communication, Cypher sat on the machine, and a dialog box that had never been seen before appeared.

"Red Crossbow, your team is in the next five...fourth place. Be prepared and fight well, otherwise the audience won't buy it."

A calm voice came from inside. No one gave Cypher an explanation of the current situation, but Cypher knew that he had to go out and fight something or someone.

He searched the communication list inside the machine and suddenly called up the so-called 'battle' screen.

It was a dusty area, where two machines that looked cobbled together and had rather exaggerated weapons were fighting... or rather, one of them was being unilaterally beaten.

One of the machines was so huge and complicated in structure that it hurt Cypher's eyes a little. It was spraying at high speed in the sky without restraint.

During this process, countless relatively small guided rockets covered the sky and swarmed towards the aircraft that was trying in vain to dodge like rain.

The camera shots are very professional, even including a close-up shot of the aircraft being bombarded by countless rockets. The sharp contrast between the silhouette of the aircraft exploding with flames and flying fragments and the outline of the sun in the sky is enough to make the audience's blood boil.

What followed was an explosion of the machine that was so unbearable to watch that Cypher raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so powerful."

"Red Crossbow, you're third in line."

So that’s how it is, a fight?

(End of this chapter)