Chapitre 26: Mighty "Lord Egg"
The situation on the field changed. After Mu Fan killed two mecha, the green and red sides were came to 3v2 situation.
"Body synergy removed."
When the black metal tube was withdrawn, Mu Fan staggered and stood in the cockpit. He shook his head, and his mind cleared. His right arm, which had just lost consciousness, was controlled by his brain again.
He looked at the darkness dancing around him and asked, "What happened just now?"
"After you cooperated with the body of the mecha, you were affected by the external pressure. I guess it triggered your stress response," Black said calmly as he flew. Then he said, "Your body is a little special. To be precise, it is the characteristics of your bloodline."
Mu Fan was quiet for a few seconds, then said, "I see. What did you do before?"
The black eyes turned from dots to vertical lines. "Before entering the PO, I confirmed with you that you gave me the authority to design the virtual world plan. After I entered, I would collect relevant information, activate my sleeping data, and further enrich the database."
"My name is not normal."
"It's normal!"
"My beginner's training camp is also not normal."
"It's normal!"
"Is my mecha abnormal too?"
"It's normal!" He could not admit it even if he was beaten to death. After all, he was not human, and there was no such thing as skin.
"Why?" Mu Fan ignored Blackie's answer.
"The composition of the plan's content."
"All right, I accept this answer." Mu Fan sighed.
"Now, I have integrated into the PO Battle Network and am trying to integrate into the Federation's administrative network. I already have the authority to change few corresponding things in the Internet. The body sync combat you experienced just now is one of them. However, in the plan, you will not have a second chance to experience it in a year. You need to familiarize yourself with the mecha from the first-generation mecha. You need to familiarize yourself with the real operation of the mecha and prepare for the real mecha combat," Blackie said to Mu Fan seriously this time.
Mu Fan nodded and stretched his right arm. He tilted his head and said, "What do we do next?"
Black squinted again. "Wait for death."
Before Mu Fan could attack, it quickly flew away and merged into the cockpit wall, leaving only its voice echoing. "You don't know how to operate a mecha. Why would you wait for death? Don't worry, I'll restore you to your original state the next time you use this mecha."
After he finished his sentence, he went silent again and ran away.
What a bastard. Why didn't an AI learn to be good?
Mu Fan looked at the empty cockpit in front of him. He had taken away the black tube just now. Why did it only return to its original state next time? There was only one screen that had been modified, and he did not know how to reply to Fatty's voice on the voice channel. He felt like crying.
At six o'clock on the map, a half-destroyed white skeleton mecha stood tall. It stepped on the destroyed attackers without making a sound. It looked like an expert.
"Lord Egg, let's go out and add each other as friends. The first-generation console can kill two Generation Ones. It is invincible."
"Mufan, Mufan, brother, can you say something?" Fatty waited in silence.
"I surrender. I'll go and find you." The fatty gave up the conversation.
Mu Fan also gave up the conversation. He decided to stand in the cockpit until the battle ended. Too much had happened today, and he needed to digest it.
Fatty decided to move toward Mu Fan's red dot. What the hell was he doing? He neither spoke nor moved after the double kill.
The fatty took out a single unit illusionary thunder from behind his waist. This was a unique prop in the PO Battle Network. It was a one-time use star coin prop, and the price was acceptable. If it was thrown on the ground, it could generate a 3D image of the real body. It was hard to identify if it was real from a distance.
What did he mean by fully armed, armed with money, and being a low-key guru? I am a Silver Warrior. Fatty thought to himself.
Pressing the activation button, Fatty threw it behind a rock not far away. A puff of smoke rose, and the same proportion of the attacker's image appeared there. Fatty professionally let the image show only half of the arm outside the rock.
After a few popping sounds, the bullet passed through the image and created a cloud of dust.
Sure enough, he is very insidious. 'Are you so professional that you dare to challenge this fat brother?' The fatty once again looked down on the bunch of bitches.
Then, the fat man made a very practiced evasive action. The raider crossed the gap between two boulders in a very undignified manner and rolled over. The fat man drove the raider toward Mu Fan.
They just had to bypass the small mound in front. Fatty's performance in this battle had impressed them.
Oh my god! The raider came to a sudden stop. Fatty saw the EH01, which was standing against the light of the star. Half of the upper body of the white skeleton was broken, and there were sparks flickering on it from time to time. A dead assailant knelt beside it, and then the white skeleton stepped on another assailant.
Fatty also saw the EH01 introduction. Didn't the textbook say that this kind of first-generation civilian military machine could only replace large-scale equipment? Since when could it fight? And it was so exaggerated!
Mu Fan, the fatty called in the voice channel again, but there was still no response. He had the demeanor of a gentleman.
"They are so f*cking devious. Those two over there, do you still want to win? I am about to die of heroism. I am so unlucky to have such a bunch of useless teammates." At that moment, another teammate on Mu Fan's side shouted in the voice channel. The combat map showed that he had already started fighting with the enemy. The two enemies quietly went around him. They thought that the Lemon Balloon and Lord Egg would come forward to help, but they did not expect the Lemon Balloon to be the last one.
"It is impossible to guard against…"
Before the green mech was destroyed, the player in the cockpit shouted the last sentence.
Oh no, they were evenly matched again. 2v2. It looked like the opponent was coming. Should he coordinate with Mu Fan to meet the attack? But Mu Fan looked like he would not budge at all. Dear brother! Don't act cool now. Let's move quickly.
Fatty was not disappointed. The first-generation humanoid mobile EH01 stood there calmly. He had the demeanor of a master!
You win. I lose.
Fatty piloted the raider and quickly hid behind Mu Fan's Shattered Rock Belt. When he was about to run past, Fatty suddenly stopped. For some reason, he took the two Generation One machines from his waist and put them under the waist of each of the two surprise attackers, the Soldier Ant Ant Ant Ant Anti-materials.
He moved quickly. When Mu Fan, who was in the cockpit, saw everything, he could only smile bitterly.
The fatty looked up at the white skeleton, which was taller than the attacker. "Fine, you win." He did not stop to look for cover.
"Phew, I'm going into the bunker. Mu Fan, stop pretending. Let's go. The two guys from the other side are coming. How are we going to fight without long-range firepower?"
Mu Fan: "…"
'I'll do it. I knew it.' The fat man clenched his teeth and lay down again as a whole. The striker's camouflage paint and the surrounding rocks formed a good cover color.
Passive tracking radar: "Enemy detected." Two red dots flashed across the map.
The enemy was coming. Fatty quietly raised the grenade launcher and prepared to ambush them.
In his vision, Lord Egg was still standing there.
The enemy appeared. Two standard long-range mecha—long arrow type I, slender bodies carrying long anti-material rifles, their muzzles aimed at the standing white skeleton.
Was Mu Fan going to use his ultimate move?
"Bang, bang!" Flames spurted from both rifles at the same time. The mighty EH01 in Fatty's vision exploded cleanly.
"Lord Egg" EH01 was blown up…boooooommmmmmmm!!…
"Your grandmas blue horses!!"
The fatty roared in the cockpit.
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