Life Dungeon Game

"Maybe there's no pilot in there at all, just a kid who can't even reach the joystick and relies on adaptive cruise control to keep the mech moving."

Another voice laughed, "The Fallen Angel Mech is actually a simplified version of our Hell Apostle. It's more agile, but it's hard to say whether it can withstand this barrage of bullets. It might be destroyed by the first wave of bullets."

"Hahaha."

The entire communication channel was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Under the dim night sky, the sound of mechanical cannons raising their muzzles echoed between the buildings.

The entire mech formation was actually still quite far from the Fallen Angel mech, but intense flames were already spewing from the muzzles of its cannons.

The bright firelight instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Countless shells with trailing flames formed a fiery cloud that blotted out the entire sky.

Such a massive barrage of attacks naturally attracted the attention of the two opposing groups, the Eternal Secret Cult and the Eternal Old Cult. They looked up in bewilderment at the cannonballs that flew over their heads like fiery clouds, carrying terror and oppression.

And not far from them, behind that small building.

The enormous, pure white mech hovered in the air, watching the barrage of bullets raining down upon it, and raised the pure white greatsword in its hand.

boom--

With a deafening roar and a massive plume of flame from the thrusters, a towering white shadow streaked across the heads of the Eternal Light Believers like a streak of light.

He charged against the dense hail of bullets into the deepest part of the night.

"team leader!!!"

A terrified scream came through the internal communication channel, "That mech!!! He!!! He's charging at me!!! So fast! He's right in front of me!"

"Don't panic!"

The middle-aged man's voice immediately roared, "Back up! Lure him into the formation and surround him!!!"

However, his voice did not reach the ears of the mech pilot.

boom--

With a deafening roar, a surge of flames burst forth like the first fireworks igniting the night sky.

A white giant sword emerged from the flames, and then, the pure white mech holding the giant sword passed through the raging fire, revealing its shape in the vision of all the surrounding mechs.

"How can it be···"

A shocked voice echoed in the communication channel, "How can his mech be so agile?"

"It's a modified Fallen Angel. The opponent has a very strong mech pilot. Don't underestimate them!!! Plasma Cannon!"

The middle-aged man's voice rang out again on the communication channel, "Mech on the left, retreat; mech on the right, advance; pull him into the encirclement!!!"

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He could not hear the voices transmitted from inside these mechs. He stood in front of the surging flames, staring at the Hell Apostle mech in front of him.

There are eleven mechs in total. Two of them have broken away from the group and seem to be trying to bypass him and track the black SUV that has already left behind him.

The remaining nine mechs formed an inverted triangle formation. In this formation, the front is the attack position and the middle and rear are the support positions. Generally speaking, the team commander is the one who provides support and is located in the middle and rear.

At the very back of the formation was a Hell Apostle mech painted with red patterns.

According to the knowledge that Vian learned from his private instructor when he was learning to operate mechs, the paint jobs of the vast majority of Federation mechs are not done arbitrarily.

Only elite mech pilots who have distinguished themselves on the battlefield and killed more than one powerful alien beast are qualified to paint their mechs with colorful patterns.

As He Ao looked at the red-painted mecha, the mecha seemed to sense his gaze and turned around to look at him.

At the same time, the surrounding mechs were rapidly closing in on Heo.

The actual purpose of the vast majority of human "battle formations" to date has mostly been the same: to find a way to lure the enemy into one's own encirclement and then achieve "overwhelming the enemy with numbers" in the whole or part of the area.

A dazzling and intense light streaked across the sky.

Those were the traces left by the plasma cannon in the darkness.

Instead of breaking outwards, He Ao raised his white greatsword and charged straight at the red-painted mech at the very core of the battle formation.

Beams of plasma cannon light flew past him, like cages formed by beams of light, trying to confine his movements.

But none of this hindered his progress.

After a burst of brilliant light, the nearest Hell Apostle mech rushed in front of Heo's Fallen Angel mech, raising its black greatsword and slashing at his chest.

He Ao directly manipulated the thrusters to move his entire body to the right, then gripped the giant sword and lifted it from below.

The pure white greatsword sliced ​​diagonally upwards through the mech, accompanied by a violent explosion and flames, and He Ao continued forward.

At that moment, another mech rushed up from the right.

He Ao controlled the mecha, gripped the giant sword, and used the thrusters to reverse the thrust, stopping the mecha in mid-air. Then he raised the sword and slashed horizontally, cutting the mecha on the right in half.

As a massive burst of flames erupted in the air, the pure white mech raised its left hand as it passed through the flames.

Boom——

A dazzling light burst forth from the plasma cannon in his left hand, piercing through a mech that was raising its plasma cannon to aim at him not far away.

Then he turned around, raised his right hand, and a small laser cannon popped out from under his right forearm, instantly bursting out with dazzling light.

This laser cannon is not equipped on normal Fallen Angel mechs; it appears to be a new modification added by Vili.

The other mech to He's right, which had raised its plasma cannon, seemed unaware that there was a laser cannon to He's right as well. The scorching laser shot into the muzzle of the plasma cannon, instantly detonating the ion cluster inside. The explosion engulfed the entire mech in flames.

The wreckage of the destroyed mechs flew downwards and landed in the dark city below.

At this moment, He Ao finally arrived in front of the red-painted mecha.

"You destroyed five of my mechs in a single encounter. With your strength, you shouldn't be an unknown nobody."

A tremendous sound came from the red-painted Hell Apostle mech. The mech raised its hands and drew two black giant swords from its back.

This mech is also a modified mech.

He Ao didn't speak, but instead controlled the mecha to grip the white greatsword with both hands. He didn't have the strength to speak now.

In fact, he can only barely push the joystick a little bit now, and the rest depends on Eve's calculations based on the extent to which he pushes the joystick to further control the mech's movements.

Seeing that He Ao did not reply, the red-painted mecha raised its sword with both hands, and the thrusters behind it instantly burst out with dazzling light, carrying its body towards He Ao.

Strictly speaking, in terms of pure strength, fallen angels are definitely inferior to apostles of hell, especially the modified apostles of hell.

Faced with the red-painted mech charging with great force, He Ao did not choose to confront it head-on, but instead dodged to the side, avoiding the attack of the red-painted mech.

The red-painted mech immediately changed direction using the thrusters on its arms, gripping its two swords and swinging them diagonally at He Ao, one above and one below.

At the same time, cannons roared from the red-painted mechs.

It extended from under the armor, aiming at the Fallen Angel mech controlled by He Ao.

One of the biggest differences between mecha combat and human combat is that mechas are equipped with various thrusters, allowing them to freely change shape in the air, unlike human combat where users need to borrow power from different places and use various special techniques to change their body position.

Sometimes, the combat maneuvers of mechs are more tricky and agile than the movements that humans can perform.

Faced with the tricky attacks coming from above and below from the red-painted mecha, He Ao did not dodge this time, but instead swung his greatsword downwards to take the attack head-on.

The red-painted mech seemed to have not expected He Ao to take the attack head-on. In fact, it opened the cannon muzzle to scare He Ao and make him dodge.

His mech had been modified with a plasma main cannon, hidden under the abdominal armor, which was now fully charged.

His twin swords blocked the space on the right, forcing Heo to dodge to the left, which would put him right into the range of his plasma cannon.

He wouldn't open the armor; instead, he would fire the plasma cannon directly from under its cover. The armor in that area was designed with this situation in mind, making it easy to penetrate from the inside.

However, He Ao's intervention completely thwarted his plan.

Under the violent impact, the pure white Fallen Angel mech flew backward, and at the same time, the anti-aircraft cannon on the Fallen Angel mech fired, instantly splattering the red-painted mech's face with shells.

Soon, the radar of the red-painted mech showed the Fallen Angel mech flying towards a Hell Apostle mech not far away, engaging in combat with it, and landing behind a building.

The red-painted mech no longer concealed itself, raising its plasma cannon and aiming it at the building. At the same time, the armor on its abdomen opened, revealing the plasma main cannon that was already charged.

The next second, a huge figure rushed out from behind the building.

A dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the plasma cannon in his right hand, piercing through the Hell Apostle mech that had been thrown out.

At the very next moment that the cannon fired, a figure dressed in pure white rushed out from the other side of the building.

Trivial skills.

The pilot in red paint smirked slightly, and the plasma cannon on the abdomen of his mech instantly fired at the second mech.

He didn't wait for the mech's mainframe to accurately analyze the opponent's mech before firing either time. The opponent was a true expert, and by the time the mainframe's analysis came out, he might have already been killed.

But for some reason, he felt uneasy.

The moment the plasma cannon's brilliance illuminated the second mech, his expression changed instantly.

That wasn't a Fallen Angel mech, but a destroyed Hell Apostle mech wielding the Fallen Angel mech's pure white greatsword.

when···

A sudden flash of inspiration struck him, reminding him of the mech wreckage that had just been hit by a laser cannon, causing it to explode and fall between buildings.

But by then it was all too late.

A pure white figure emerged from behind the building and raised a plasma cannon in its hand.

A dazzling beam of light pierced the night sky, and a plasma cannon shot out, striking the cockpit of the red-painted mech and piercing the energy battery behind it.

boom

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With a deafening roar, a giant flower of fire bloomed in the air.

At the same time He Ao fired his cannon, a mech not far away, relatively close to him, immediately charged over with a black greatsword.

He Ao dodged to the side, and under the illumination of the flames in the sky, the huge thrusters on his arm went at full power, punching the mech in the chest. The laser cannon he had prepared in his right hand suddenly exploded, instantly piercing through the cockpit.

With another burst of flame, He Ao bent down and picked up the white greatsword that had been stuck in the wreckage.

At that moment, he saw a ragged little boy hiding behind a broken window in a corner of the street not far away, cautiously peeking in his direction.

He Ao manipulated the mecha, placing his finger on the mecha's lips and making a 'shh' gesture to it.

The little boy stared blankly at everything, then nodded cautiously and shrank back behind the window.

He Ao stood up, and the thrusters on his back exploded at full power, propelling him into the sky like a streak of light.