The Eagle Companys robot, Winged Deity! the host shouted. Among the thousands of robots competing, very few of them are capable of sustained flight. Elder Vremyas Battlesuit might have overwhelming strength capable of tearing apart tal Croc and overwhelming defense capable of blocking Explosive Suicide, but is Battlesuit equipped with anti-air capabilities!?
Mr. tal tore the mic away from the host and brought it close to his mouth. Ladies and gentlen, he said, dragging out all three words. Its ti for a stage change! He pressed on his bracelet a few tis, and a rumbling sound echoed throughout the stadium.
Battlesuit was unfazed as the stage collapsed underneath it, leaving dozens of pits filled with spikes and acid. So parts of the stage rose up, mimicking so sheer cliffs commonly seen overlooking the sea. From outside the barrier, a ball with six wings flew onto the stage, landing on the highest point. Its Winged Deity! the host shouted, but no one could hear his voice because Mr. tal kept the mic.
A mont later, Mr. tal shouted, Its Winged Deity, folks! Of all the robots capable of flight, we all know Winged Deity is the king! With an impressive lifeti record of two hundred thirty-seven wins and forty-three losses, Winged Deity was crowned the Dominator more than once! How will Battlesuit deal with this!?
Winged Deity flapped its wings and shot into the air above Battlesuit. Multiple laser beams fired from its wings and body, raining down on Battlesuit. The lasers that missed their target and landed on the ground left lting scorch marks behind. As for the lasers that did hit Battlesuit, they didnt seem to do any damage. Give that! the host said, snatching the mic back from his boss. After Winged Deitys first barrage, Battlesuit is completely unhard! However, it doesnt look like Battlesuit has been equipped with any anti-air weaponry. What a huge oversight from Elder Vremyas side! Hasnt he ever watched tal Warbots before? How can he-whats this!? Battlesuit is making a move!
Battlesuit leapt into the air, reaching Winged Deity in an instant. However, the six-winged ball flapped all of its wings at the sa ti, sending it a dozen ters away from its enemy while bombarding Battlesuit with lasers at the sa ti.
Youll have to do better than that, Battlesuit! the host said. What is Elder Vremya doing!? Does he have no experience with combat? How is Battlesuit going to-holy shit! I should really shut my mouth!
Cheers rang out amongst the audience as flas were ejected from Battlesuits elbows and feet, propelling it towards the six-winged ball. Even though Winged Deity focused completely on escaping, not even shooting lasers from its wings, it couldnt escape from Battlesuit! Grandpa Vremyas golem was just too damn fast. Once Battlesuits hand landed on one of Winged Deity wings, the match was over! With a ferocious grunt, Battlesuit tossed Winged Deity down into a pit full of spikes. The winged robot struggled even then, trying to get back aboveground with a torn wing and scratched backside, but Battlesuit plumted downwards and dropkicked the ball, sending it deep into the pit. The spikes Mr. tal had employed were quite brutal, and they skewered Winged Deity, easily piercing through the robots outer casing. Sparks burst out of it, and Winged Deitys controller cursed while storming out of his booth.
Battlesuit slowly rose out of the pit with fire spewing from just its feet. It hovered there and spread its arms out to the side as if it wanted to hug the ceiling. Its bloody formation veins pulsed, and laughter jolted out of its communication system. Its blood-red visor swept over the audience. Wheres my next victim!?
Its like a real goddamn battlesuit! the host said. Dont tell a nascent-soul cultivator is actually inside of that thing. Mr. tal, youre the boss; whatre your opinions?
tal Warbots prides itself on partaking in senseless violence, Mr. tal said after taking the mic from the host. However, there has to be so sense to the senseless violence! If theres an actual person in there, if he gets hurt, wont I get sued to bankruptcy and beyond!? Elder Vremya, can you prove your robot is actually a robot!?
A cara zood in on Grandpa Vremyas face, and he rolled his eyes. As if I need to cheat, he said and gestured towards Battlesuit. Take a look for yourself.
Battlesuit dug its hands into its chest and ripped. Its breastplate was torn apart, revealing its mostly empty chest cavity. There were over a dozen beating hearts inside of it, but there was no sign of any living human. With deranged laughter, Battlesuit grabbed its own head and pulled it off. A long tendril connected its helt to its body snapped, but other than that, there wasnt anything else. Battlesuit put the helt back on, and the tendril reconnected while the gap in its chest cavity slowly nded itself.
Incredible biotechnology! Mr. tal shouted. Weve had a few companies demonstrate their biotechnological robots, but none of them have ever been as strong as Battlesuit! You heard it from Mr. tal first, folks; theres going to be a sweeping change taking place in the universe, and future historians will pinpoint this exact mont as the turning point!
With Mr. tals comnts, dozens of people in the audience whipped out their phones. A few people tapped on the shoulders of their secretaries and whispered in their ears. Although tal Warbots target audience was hotblooded young n, people from the robotics industry regularly attended to scout prospective engineers. If a young man, unassociated with any company, could show off a robot with incredible capabilities, itd only make sense for him to be hired right after the competition was over. Other than people from robotics companies, there was still another interested party: the military. A capable pilot could bring out the best in a robot, and nowadays, when most small skirmishes between the federation, coalition, and empire were done via drones and robots, a pilot was even more valuable than the fleet theyd eventually beco capable of commanding.
However! Mr. tal said. Who cares about making history!? I dont! Who else here wants to figure out Battlesuits limits!? The next match is going to be a battle royale between one hundred robots! As an added bonus, well litter the field with tank-piercing sniper rifles, hull-piercing rocket-propelled grenades, and military-grade cut-through-anything vibration knives for those amateur enthusiasts who cant afford big weaponry!
Eh? Boss! Those things are expensive! the host said. What if they get damaged in the process?
Mr. tal laughed. Whats the point of having money if I cant even use it to entertain myself? How dare you question my financial capabilities. I changed my mind! The next match is going to be a three-hundred-person battle royale! On top of that, the owner of the robot that takes down Battlesuit will be rewarded with five hundred credits!
The host didnt know whether to laugh or cry. He was hired by Mr. tal, but he was actually working for Mr. tals father, and the hosts job was to make sure Mr. tal didnt do anything that could be classified as over the top. Did tossing around military-grade weapons count as being over the top? It definitely seed over the top; however, there was no way Mr. tal was going to listen to him, and judging by the roar of the audience, if the host tried to stop the competition, then the audience would be the first to kill him for ruining their entertainnt! There was no way hed underestimate what young, hotblooded n would do while under the influence of alcohol in the middle of a violent sporting match! The host snatched the mic from Mr. tal. Next round, a three-hundred-man battle royale! But first, a word from our sponsors as our staff sets up the battleground. Stay tuned!
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