Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 200 199. Quickly improve your taste!

The development of things is inseparable from the laws of nature, just like Saifu never thought that he would enter such a strange phenomenon and become a hot topic in this way.

Oh, in the vision, it is called attention and discussion. Anyway, the discussion is faster than the speed of flying. Before leaving the atmosphere, he has already won the first place and is known as the "King of the Mouth".

After all, most users are hiding behind the screen and do not use their real names, so they naturally laugh at those spectators who are singled out for praise during the competition.

Just how advanced is the technology in this world... Let's put it this way, a few minutes ago, Cypher was still on the ground, and a few minutes later, he could see the outline of a beautiful giant sphere behind him, and in front of him, there was a complex geometric object.

A space-synchronous satellite? Or something this big? Theoretically, it should be called an airport, right?
Sefer couldn't see anything more because the camera outside only showed him this. As the spaceship slowly entered the airport, communications from outside came in again.

"Red Crossbow, work hard. As long as you can continue to win here, you can gain fame, money, or even become the leader of a region... there are opportunities."

Sefer totally didn't believe that such a big pie would be opened. After all, he was carrying the popularity of being the current number one. If he were the organizer, what would he do?
If you put yourself in her shoes, you'll definitely find that Red Crossbow Arrow receives far more praise than criticism. Furthermore, the vast majority of viewers want to see her die, and the more spectacular her death, the more excited they become.

Compared to such trivial support, finding a way to bring down such a "rising star" may be a better way to recover the surplus value.

So the enemies they arrange for themselves may be very strong... or, in order to maximize the attention, the organizers will make another choice.

As the mobile warehouse transferred him to the preparation room, Cypher suddenly asked, "I'd like to equip my weapons and equipment. Do you provide such a service here?"

The half-robot voice that had been encouraging him was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, Red Crossbow. Please fill in the weapons and equipment you desire on this form. You can adjust them before the battle begins."

"If you have any other needs or requests, please tell me. Who asked us to come here together? We are all here for our village..."

Hmm, is this a fellow traveler setting? In other words, someone you can trust.

When I had said something rude before and made the audience very angry, he was the first one to express his concern. So, he is indeed trustworthy in such an unclear environment as the vision.

So, Seifer nodded and said, "Okay, let me take a look at what weapons and equipment are here... Well, I might not be able to take them out anyway, so it doesn't matter if I just pack them casually..."

On the other side, Leica's voice was a little subtle: "Red Crossbow...were you talking to the person you were communicating with over there just now?"

"Yeah, he said he'd provide me with replacement weapon parts. Overall, he's a good guy, right?"

"But independent mercenaries theoretically only have one communicator."

Cypher blinked—the mask provided this convenient function—and said, "It's okay. The guy in the vision ceased to exist after he left. Besides, whether he's on the same side as me remains to be seen."

Then his voice deepened. "I only have one correspondent. The one who asks me for help and supports me."

"What kind of job did you do before you became an independent mercenary..." Leica's voice rose slightly as she stiffly changed the subject. "The vision won't last long. Hang on, it's dissipating quickly."

How long could he last? You have to understand that the world of the anomaly is different from the outside world in many ways. According to Cypher's records, he'd been in this shabby place for about a month. Yet, it felt like only a few hours... Whether this was because of the meaningless transition scenes being quickly skipped, or for some other reason, was unknown.

After entering the preparation room, Cypher sat in the machine, carefully selecting and adjusting it, while studying the weapons and equipment given to him by this world. He unexpectedly discovered that the equipment was not "that outrageous".

Simply put, it wasn't as outrageous as the prohibited weapons that someone had given him before.

There are also some conventional weapons that we haven't seen before, such as real laser weapons, which can melt through enemy armor if fired.

It's not outrageous to use laser weapons in space, right?

As for missiles and the like, they are even more common. Seifer was thinking, if the battle is to take place in a vacuum environment, no sound can be transmitted, so what will the audience hear and see?
While choosing among a bunch of things, Sefer suddenly saw a very strange thing.

How to say it, it doesn't walk on feet like bipeds, quadrupeds, or inverted feet, but on tracks.

But to say that it is a tank foot is not quite right, because the tank chassis is heavy and huge, and the tracks are also very wide, while the tracks of this thing are quite narrow and are in a sporadic quadrilateral shape.

It is also much narrower than a tank leg. Judging from the design on the drawing, it is said that the production company designed it with the designer holding a gun to his head. It is a perfect speed leg.

It is designed for speed enthusiasts. Although it cannot float in the air, it has a strong carrying capacity, and its jet thrust efficiency, normal moving speed, etc. are all quite excellent.

The disadvantage is that it requires a very good engine to drive it - a very good engine, isn’t it the engine of your own machine?
Without hesitation, Seifer asked for a replacement and then looked at the others. Considering that although the grenade looked powerful and had enough damage, it still had some flaws overall, he carefully selected for a long time and remembered the dual-pistol player.

His idea can be used as a reference, because the recoil of a pistol is very small, but as long as it hits the target, its impact force can make many enemies stagger.

Furthermore, as long as you can knock someone to the ground, then various finishing moves can follow... So, the important thing is that the weapon distance is close and the impact force is strong.

After a while, Cypher's body had completely changed its original appearance after being pieced together by him.

The current body of the machine is painted in a conspicuous green color, which is a protective color and also has various spray-painted patterns, making it look flashy.

In both hands, he held two single-shot, long-barreled shotguns with recoil suppression. The left shoulder still carried the "Spike," while the right shoulder held a single shotgun to force the enemy to move. A rocket launcher with lock-on and split-strike capabilities was also mounted.

These weapons are painted in a conspicuous green color, or rather the entire body of Cypher, now looks particularly green, so much so that Laika is a little curious, why is it so green?

"It's just a personal preference. After all, it's rare to see such bright colors in the desert, right? If I survive this round, I'll change the paint job."

It would be best if the car is painted in a blinding red and green color scheme with high saturation contrast, so that people who get carsick can vomit on the spot when it moves.

(End of this chapter)