Life Dungeon Game

"Kid, this is a miniature flying machine. Attach it to your body. Once we make our move, run in the direction behind me."

A middle-aged man's voice came from inside the mecha, "This thing is very useful for saving your life. If you tie the belt around your waist, it will lock automatically."

He Ao sheathed his two swords, reached out and took the machine. His movements were so fast that the mech closest to him didn't even have time to react.

The machine weighed about 80 or 90 pounds. He Ao felt a weight in his hand, but his body remained completely still.

Actually, He Ao didn't need to pick it up, because the machine has a built-in drop protection function that automatically levitates when it falls quickly.

But that consumes a lot of energy.

Actually, He Ao didn't need the middle-aged man's introduction; he knew how to operate the machine. He strapped the belt to his body, skillfully began adjusting the mode, and then connected to the bracelet via wireless network. This way, Eve could intelligently adjust the output power for him at the appropriate time to maintain maximum battery life.

With a buzzer, the machine started up, and a surge of flames shot out, lifting Heoto up.

A streak of light flashed across the back of the machine, outlining the dazzling emblem of the city of stars—the emblem of the Nolanca Group.

The emblem flashed only once before quickly going out.

This emblem is essentially useless; it's just a lighting effect to enhance the aesthetics and also increases energy consumption, so He Ao simply turned it off.

This flying machine was designed during Vian High School and later became the best-selling civilian flying machine of the Norlanca Group.

It can perform maneuvers that are typically only achievable with high-end professional equipment, making it popular throughout the Federation.

Although He Ao didn't intend to run away, this flying machine could indeed greatly improve his mobility.

The middle-aged man piloting the mecha glanced thoughtfully at the massive Hell Apostle mecha that was blocking He Ao's path and confronting Vincent.

At this moment, the mechs belonging to the mining conglomerate also surrounded them. He turned around and emphasized again, "Kid, when we make our move, you run. Look carefully, don't run now. Running now will make you an easy target for concentrated fire."

He Ao looked at the huge Hell Apostle mech. If he wasn't mistaken, the voice he just heard came from his fourth brother, who had disappeared for two years. And the people around him seemed to be with his fourth brother.

During those two years of disappearance, it seems that Fourth Brother encountered some extraordinary adventure.

He opened his mouth, then whispered, "Actually..."

"Oh, so you bunch of jumping bugs came out too?" Vincent's words were drowned out by the loudspeaker of his mech. "Just..."

Okay, let's solve it all together today.

He reached behind his shoulder and instantly drew two giant swords, slashing at the mech of his fourth brother who was blocking He Ao's way.

Each Apostle of Hell is equipped with two greatswords, which are stuck in its back.

At the same time, the remaining three Hell Apostles also attacked Fourth Brother, and the D-class cyborgs and small mechs also rushed over.

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Fourth Brother drew his sword to block Vincent's incoming strike.

The small mech standing next to He Ao also suddenly rushed out to meet the enemy.

"Kid, now's the time! Run!"

He Ao, carrying his two swords, looked helplessly at the people who had suddenly started fighting.

The Hell Apostle mech's loudspeaker was really loud; as soon as Vincent spoke, it completely drowned out Heo's voice.

With the addition of Fourth Brother and his friends, the men Vincent brought were no longer able to exert the overwhelming pressure on He Ao.

However, He Ao couldn't just leave. Among these people, only Fourth Brother had a C-class mecha, enough to take on four opponents at once. The others were far weaker than Vincent's henchmen.

He Ao is really gone; these people are most likely wiped out.

He Ao didn't know where his fourth brother had come from, but he would have to ask him later.

He raised his sword, and the flying machine behind him started up, transforming into a beam of light that pierced through the night sky and rushed into the battlefield.

At that moment, in the mutual aid society's internal communication channel, the middle-aged man said into the communicator, "Ivo, your brother doesn't seem to be that weak."

Did he run away?

The young man's excited voice came through the communicator. He seemed to be in a state of excitement at suddenly discovering that his family was still alive. "He was very capable when he was young. If he can grow up, he will be even more capable. It's a pity that I will never see him again."

"No, he hasn't run away yet, I mean..."

The middle-aged man looked up at the outside of the cockpit. The young man, covered in blood, had his back to him, holding two swords, crossed over his hands, and directly cut a D-class cyborg into four pieces.

The cyborg's energy core was destroyed in a violent explosion. Before the explosion even began, the young man had already maneuvered his flying machine and made a graceful aerial maneuver to leave the blast area.

He seemed to notice the middle-aged man watching him, nodded slightly to him, and flew deep into the battlefield.

The middle-aged man looked down at the communicator, "Is it possible... that he's incredibly powerful right now..."

"Haha, he is my brother after all," the voice on the other end of the communicator laughed. "Merck, stop praising him. He's still a child. If we get back alive, he'll probably be overjoyed if he knows you're praising him like this. Don't spoil children too much."

Merck looked up at the figure outside the cockpit, slaughtering cyborgs like chickens and charging into the battlefield of the giant mechs amidst bursts of explosions, and didn't know how to respond.

He remained silent, while the other end of the communicator, clearly caught in a stalemate, simply shut down the communication.

Ivo's mech control was very smooth; in a short time, he skillfully blocked the attacks of four mechs.

Controlling a mecha is an extremely complex task. Relying on a series of mechanical control levers, piloting this massive mechanical creation to move like a human requires exceptional talent and physical prowess.

Mech pilots are all exceptional talents, selected from among thousands, but their mech operation can only be described as smooth; they cannot perform the subtle movements that humans can.

Top-tier mecha pilots can control their mechas as if they were living people.

Clearly, Nell's fourth brother was such a person.

He Ao glanced at his fourth brother, who was nimbly moving between the four mechs, with some surprise. He really hadn't expected his fourth brother to have this skill.

Even so, Fourth Brother is still in danger, because Vincent is also a pilot who can control the mecha with ease.

His ability to pilot mechs is even better than that of his fourth brother.

After eliminating a cyborg nearby, He Ao plunged headlong into the battlefield of five giant mechs.

Chapter 364 The Outsider (Two chapters combined into one, please subscribe and add to your favorites)

Amidst the sparks of clashing metal, Ivo's mech blocked the giant sword coming from the left with its left hand, then swung its right hand sharply, using the giant sword to spin its body and sever one of the arms of the mech that was about to attack from behind.

We are all Hell Apostle Mechs.

Mechs aren't scary at all; it's the weaker one who's embarrassed.

However, before Ivo could stop spinning, he suddenly turned to the side and dodged to the side. A giant sword pierced through the side of his mech from behind.

If he had been even slightly slower to dodge, the greatsword would have pierced through his cockpit.

This sword comes from the mech piloted by Vincent.

In fact, Ivo knew that Vincent's mech piloting skills were superb, and he was confident that he could take Vincent down in a one-on-one situation.

However, he was clearly at a disadvantage when facing four opponents.

After piercing Ivo's mech, Vincent didn't stop. He suddenly pulled his greatsword back, and the other three mechs quickly surrounded him.

In that instant, Ivo activated his internal communication: "I'll hold off the four of them for a bit. You guys take the opportunity to break through from behind Vincent. Vincent is very confident; he won't have anyone behind him. Tell the old foreman for me that I'm sorry I acted impulsively this time. I'll kill Vincent. You don't need to die with me."

They had actually been hiding in a warehouse next to the Ice Wolf Gang building. They were actually nearby when Vincent surrounded Heo.

Vincent had originally brought in far more people than expected. With the plans changed, they should either wait for the right opportunity or break through the encirclement and leave immediately.

But when Ivo saw his brother in the encirclement, he rushed out without hesitation, and the people who were with him also rushed out.

Although he appeared to be laughing, he had already planned out an escape route for his brothers who followed him, knowing they didn't need to follow him into a desperate situation.

"Ivo, what did you say? Do you think I'm a coward who's afraid of death?"

The middle-aged man's suppressed anger came through the communication channel: "I'm here today to exchange my life for one. Killing one is a bonus."

"Me too, you son of a bitch,"

A voice echoed through the communicator, "My whole family died at the hands of those bastards from the Ice Wolf Gang. If you don't come out, I will. I didn't come here today with any intention of leaving alive."

"I joined the mutual aid society because the old foreman said he would give me a gun and a chance to get revenge. Now that I have a chance to get revenge, you tell me to get lost, why don't you get lost? If I wanted to live, I wouldn't be here!"

These people came here not to carry out a mission, nor to achieve any goal.

They came solely for revenge, and they were willing to die on the battlefield of vengeance.

The Ice Wolf Gang and the mining conglomerate, and even the future of this city, are not important to them; what is important to them is the absence of the Ice Wolf Gang and the mining conglomerate.

Ivo paused for a moment. He wasn't actually the leader of the team; the old foreman had just entrusted him with some simple tactical commands to try and eliminate Vincent. He didn't really have the authority to order these old brothers around.

Those who wanted to live at that time simply didn't follow Ivo.

Once they come out, they can sneak away. When they make the decision to come out, they have already made their final decision.

Even without these suddenly appearing henchmen, if they had all surrounded Vincent, they would most likely have all died here.

In fact, this kind of mutual aid group has been carried out more than once. The people who went the previous times have all disappeared without a trace, but Vincent is still alive and well.

This time, the only difference was that they managed to steal a mech.

Ivo, piloting his mech, barely managed to block the attack from three mechs, then shouted, "I'll create an opportunity later. If you still have family, people you care about, or want to live, run behind Vincent. If you want to stay, come with me and kill that bastard Vincent."

"Don't kill him," a somewhat fierce male voice came from the communicator. It was the same person who had just echoed the middle-aged man. "I'm going to fuck his ass until he can't take care of himself."

"Hahaha!"

The communicator was immediately filled with laughter.

Ivo laughed heartily, but his hands didn't stop moving.

All the mech's energy was instantly activated. He first pretended to retreat, then his body smashed through the mechs surrounding him. Before anyone could react, he appeared in front of Vincent and swung his sword.

"Well done!"

Vincent raised his twin swords to block Ivo's attack. In that instant, Vincent's attention was drawn to a small, unguarded area behind him.

This is an opportunity, a chance to escape.

However, no one escaped through this exit; everyone was fighting frantically, mechs clashing against each other, the solid steel twisting into shapes of hatred.

"Die! Die! Bastard! Son of a bitch!"

Maniacal laughter and curses echoed through the communicator.

The alarms of the mechs blared one after another.

That's what those old buddies were planning to do – detonate the energy and take those bastards down with them.