Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 532 531. This feeling is more like the so-called gradual invitation...

The voice of the former Red Crossbow was still somewhat recognizable, and it wasn't the first time that the other party had behaved in such a shady way.

...For the mercenary system traitors, it can only be said that it is in Sefer's favor.

So he didn't rush to open fire, but adjusted his weapon and drove towards the giant sphere that was not designed to be aimed at his own deck - as expected, the machine followed.

"You don't seem to have anything to ask me?"

"You didn't attack me, which means you haven't been taken over by the mercenary system yet. So I must hurry up and do the main task instead of standing there chatting."

Seifer's answer was somewhat unexpected. The former Red Crossbow was stunned for a moment before he let out a laugh that sounded like electronic noise.

"That's very well said, but I have also been given some tasks. I can't lie down peacefully until I finish talking to you."

You speak as if you have just emerged from a coffin, ready to continue lying there as a dead person.

Cypher continued to advance. The voice on the comms was silent for a moment, then spoke: "A question of common sense. Do you think human development should exist in this deadly desert?"

This question is very interesting, just like asking whether you think ants will grow and reproduce in the construction sand piled up at the door.

Without thinking, Seifer answered that it was possible, because humans are creatures that will actively adapt to the environment. No matter how harsh the environment is, as long as they don't all die in an instant, they can gain a foothold and start to develop.

"That's a pretty good answer... Perhaps it's reasonable for him to inherit the name. But the mercenary system doesn't think so."

"It believes that humans are too weak and can't even exist long enough. Ever since they were accidentally transferred to this planet, they have been developing like they're playing house."

Sefer immediately asked the two people in the car - especially Ms. Jin Junmei - if they knew about this?

The answer is simple, of course they know. But as the person in charge of the company, how can they be a leader if they don’t even have this concept?

But knowing this doesn’t mean considering yourself an alien. Since you’re already living in such a shabby place, you have to find a way to survive.

"Interesting answer. This is exactly what the mercenary system is worried about—what if, what if your ideas and theories all fail, and this planet is completely engulfed by the energy of the anomaly?"

"Don't underestimate this thing. Its existence is as strange as the laws of the universe. The accidents in the anomaly fragments are enough to alert people, aren't they?"

Amidst these sincere words, Cypher encountered several more rounds of attacks. He swiftly charged with his spear and knocked those strange machines to the ground.

"So the independent mercenary support system has experienced something similar before, and has been on alert ever since?"

"That's understandable."

Both sides continued on their journey. This gigantic, spectacular "ship" was still moving slowly. Everyone knew that if this thing was driven out into the desert, it would be a disaster that no one could stop.

"Is this the only way?" Cypher suddenly asked.

The former Red Crossbow chuckled. "I'm just a messenger. I'm not responsible for answering your questions—that guy said. This is all a pre-made plan, and he even thinks it's the only plan."

"You can see that I have no choice now. I can only tell you this."

To be honest, Sefer couldn't see why she was forced to do so. This guy killed his teammates at the beginning, and then he could still chat here for so long.

While the mercenary system was intended to eliminate all problems, it wasn't completely thorough. So far, all offensive firepower had been directed at vehicles. If a living force fled, the firepower would cease and move on to the next threat... unless that person stubbornly resisted.

"Anyway, don't interrupt me. I have something to tell you—the mercenary system is very optimistic about you, but you never participate in its ranked battles. It's as if you have no interest in it at all."

"Even though we offered such a generous reward as bait... But it doesn't matter. At this point, when it's determined to execute the final insurance, one more mercenary or one less will make the same difference."

As she spoke these words briskly, a mechanical clatter erupted from the former Red Crossbow's body. She sighed helplessly, "That's all I'm allowed to say. I'm about to die again."

"I hope I can close my eyes forever this time. Believe me, you don't want to feel like you have to be pulled up to work even when you're lying down."

As he spoke, the machine's movement suddenly stopped, and Cypher immediately distanced himself and advanced, completely unconcerned with its condition - he fired two heavy cannonballs, but they completely missed.

A familiar, almost robotic female voice came into Cypher's communication: "Independent Mercenary Red Crossbow... You are aware of the seriousness of this plan."

"Now, the plan is about to enter a critical part. The support system wants you to leave this floating battleship 'Far Planet'."

"Anomaly energy itself is dangerous. To help humanity survive this crisis, the support system will spare no effort to eliminate any interference."

For example, strange mercenaries, a mobile base that tirelessly seeks trouble, or some messed-up company? Cypher advanced silently, continuing to sprint towards the sphere.

In the communication, Leica was silent for a moment before reminding, "Red Crossbow, the other mercenaries are fighting hard. The enemy on this ship is quite powerful..."

You don't need to look to know that, after all, it is the result of various combat training accumulated by the mercenary system over the years. There are even real mercenaries who have been turned into USB flash drive people by it.

Some people may be very dissatisfied with this change and even give up, but some guys who have only killing in their minds will definitely enjoy it and even work willingly.

"I'm going to go close that big eyeball. How are you doing now?"

"Although there's some combat pressure, the situation is currently fine... This ridiculously large spaceship seems to be capable of more than just ground use. Be careful, Red Crossbow."

Can't be on the ground?
When Laika put forward this point of view, everyone who was fighting did feel that the body seemed to have become a little heavier.

"——Red Crossbow, your altitude is increasing."

Crazy? !
No matter what Cypher thought, the current situation was that this thing and the machines fighting on it were being uncontrollably carried into the sky.

The machines that came to support in an endless stream could only watch and sigh - they could not reach that height, and the mercenaries who were already there hurriedly checked the airtightness of their own machines.

We are not stupid. The air becomes thinner the higher we go. Fighting is one thing, but surviving is another.

From the perspective of the 'Navigator' at this moment, the magnificent thing floating in the sky, like an island, was being sent high into the sky by the gushing energy of the strange phenomenon.

It continued to shrink, and continued to scatter various machines and autonomous defense units, and even made a loud noise of metal collision and continued to rise.

For Seifer, the troubles ahead just became more numerous... Especially when he saw a not-so-familiar, yet quite familiar object arcing and flying from behind the 'big eyeball'.

It was a weapon rack with multiple variable rails and huge thrusters, capable of launching hundreds or even thousands of rockets at the same time.

And the combination of machines surrounded by it, with obviously different postures.

(End of this chapter)