Starting as a Mechan Chapter 201 - 180: One-Man Legion

Chapter 201: Chapter 180: One-Man Legion

"Nicely done!"

On the battlefield’s periter, aboard a military flying device, Zhang Feng stared at the scene of countless motorcycles roaring on the ground and muttered to himself.

Battle Saber Major General Zhang Feng, the strongest among the six major generals, known for his ruthlessness; only with such a character can he suppress the warlords of the Land of Flas.

In other deserts, the Security Corps rules supre, but here, the Security Corps and warlords share power.

It took him quite an effort to decisively deal with so troublemakers, barely achieving a balanced situation.

Among all the troublemakers, ’God’ is the most defiant, even daring to feed the Security Corps’ ssenger to the dogs.

He’s wanted to deal with them for a long ti.

The reason for not taking action is simple: relying solely on the military strength of one desert isn’t enough to suppress them.

Mobilizing forces from other deserts would far exceed his Authority.

Now that soone is targeting them, Zhang Feng is ecstatic.

After all, that soone is sowhat an ally.

White mist surged higher as the Fla Motorcycle Faction charged, electronic music and flas intertwined within the mist.

Compared to the Fla Motorcycle Faction’s thousands of troops, even including logistics, the chanical Hunter Camp numbers fewer than 1000.

The clash between the two felt like a child confronting a strong adult.

However, the ’child’ didn’t feel like a child, instead perceiving the other as the real child.

Within the mist, towering black shadows began to move.

A Fla Boy atop the fastest steel spike car wildly sprayed the flathrower, yelling madly, his gaze dazed and frantic like soone on drugs.

In the next mont, darkness fell before his eyes, a tal fist as thick as a water tank descended from above. His head was lightly touched and exploded like a waterlon, followed by his body and two long legs.

The punch flattened the motorcycle engine, leaving only a sticky pool of blood once the fist retracted.

One by one, chanical giants appeared in the desert, with thick and solid chanical arms, legs as thick as the arms, circular cha pods, and people in the cockpit maneuvering tal levers.

"Die, trash!"

Xiaoju, an ordinary girl from the Cable Tribe, is now a cha pilot!

To pilot the cha, the girl shaved her head like a gourd, with nurous electrodes pasted over her head, nearly covering the entire cerebral cortex.

Through an external neural connection device, subtle movents that can’t be perford by control levers can be transmitted via nerves.

Xiaoju pulled the chanical lever, stomped a Fla Boy to death, excitedly grabbed a motorcycle and hurled it far away, towards a tank resembling a porcupine, bristling with steel spikes, which exploded into flas upon impact.

’Ding’ ’Ding’ ’Ding’

Three steel spikes precisely struck the cha pod, with three layers of bulletproof glass blocking the projectiles.

"You have weapons, I have weapons too!"

Xiaoju pressed the weapon button, and the spinal lift chanism raised the weapon from her back. The cha’s hands quickly grabbed a massive sword made from A-level Radiation Beast ribs and drew it out.

With one sweep of the biological sword, ten charging Fla Boys were cleaved in half—no, smashed to pieces.

Xiaoju’s adrenaline surged as the cha charged ahead, the massive sword sweeping through motorcycles one after another, causing them to explode.

Finally, a Butcher stood in her way, a ’Divine Guard’ possessing a two-ter tall, robust physique, with a chanical arm adorned with a large iron ball covered in steel spikes.

Unapologetically, this guy could beat a hundred Xiaoju.

If Xiaoju were out of the cha, she’d have to lower her head and avoid such a formidable warrior.

His arms were thicker than her waist!

Yet now, cha pilot Xiaoju clenched her jagged teeth, eyes filled with battle intent, and fiercely pulled the movent lever, causing the gigantic chanical body to thunder forward.

"Fear, you big lug!"

The empire’s basic combat cha, ’Berserker 1’, wielded a giant ten-ter sword with both hands, slashing down fiercely.

The Butcher’s eyes narrowed, lunging to the side as the ground erupted into a trench.

Before he could rise, the giant sword swung, sweeping toward him.

The Butcher hurriedly raised his chanical arm, placing the thick arm shield in front, as at least 10 tons of force transmitted over, his small eyes widened, blood vessels bulging and bursting on his skin, and his whole body involuntarily staggered backward, both legs deeply embedded in the sand pit.

Spanning ten ters, a pit was carved out by sheer force.

However, the cha moved like a human, raining down blows with the giant sword.

For once, the monster-like Butcher felt exhaustion.

"Take one move personally taught by the advisor," Xiaoju solemnly uttered a few words.

"The Ten Thousand Stars teor Descending Strike!"

...

Watching these chanical monstrosities rampage across the battlefield, Zhang Feng widened his eyes, his mouth unconsciously agape, a rare expression on the stern Battle Saber Major General.

What the hell is this!?

Zhang Feng’s first thought was Large Combat Robot.

But he imdiately dismissed the idea.

The reason is simple, these Combat Robots are too expensive.

Each unit costs in the seven figures.

Throughout the Security Corps, fewer than three hundred are of this type.

Yet how would one explain these ’robots’ on the battlefield?

Confusion abounds!?

"General, these robots seem to be manned," a combat strategist couldn’t help but remark.

Zhang Feng forced himself to calm down, and soon he discovered sothing strange. There were indeed people piloting these ’robots’ from inside, and a thought occurred to him.

"It seems they don’t need Combat Chips."

The primary reason large Combat Robots are expensive is that Combat Chips are costly; their Combat Chips are custom-made.

But these types of ’robots’ seem not to require Combat Chips.

This made Zhang Feng think of an ancient term, ’cha.’

This was very similar to the ’Ancient cha’ in his mory.

However, ’Ancient cha’ also had the nickna ’Land Carrier’ not only because of its large size but because of its clumsiness, much like carriers rely more on fighter jets and missile systems; these ’Ancient cha’ were not ant for close combat.

"It’s actually a new type of cha!"

Not only was Zhang Feng surprised, but other forces watching this battle were equally shocked.

In the Black Market, similar scenes were being broadcast on virtual screens.

Watching the cha display divine power on the battlefield, their first reaction was, can these things be sold?

Where can they sell? How much?

The chanical Legion naturally doesn’t have to worry about costs; large Combat Robots can be equipped for free.

However, as local forces, they must consider cost-effectiveness in any endeavor.

Undoubtedly, these Ancient cha have a very high cost-effectiveness.

After all, human life is not as expensive as chips.

Many people discovered that these Ancient cha were divided into three types: close-combat models with uniform arms and legs, long-range models with a stable base and tank treads, and a heavy cha resembling a giant bear.

In terms of numbers, long-range cha were the most, followed by close-combat cha, and the bear-like heavy cha were the fewest, only three.

The three types of cha charged through, and the numbers of Fla Boy were no longer decreasing normally but were in exponential decline.

The area was strewn with broken limbs and debris.

"The Fla Motorcycle Faction is finished."

"No, it depends on whether the Divine Guard is dispatched. If the Guards are deployed, there’s still fight left."

On a stage made of electronic drums, a two-headed priest was loudly chanting sothing, and the next mont, terrifying thick smoke erged again; within the smoke, there seed to be a sound of a whistle, and the next mont, segnts of ’Oil Tankers’ shot out.

These ’Oil Tankers’ were about 20 ters long, with thick armor on the surface, and on the armor were nurous heads.

These heads seed alive, each shouting loudly, their mouths open, revealing charred teeth, and the next mont, a fire column over 30 ters long spouted out.

On one ’Oil Tanker,’ there were about a hundred heads, spread in all directions, and once all mouths opened, a hundred fire columns shot out simultaneously.

"Human-headed vehicle, ’God’ truly is a madman!"

"Have those monsters been deployed!"

In the face of extre disadvantage on the front lines, a normal Commander would typically first gather the remnants of the troops and then devise a counterattack.

But ’God’ has never been so reasonable.

Even in the Land of Flas, considered insane, ’God’ was the most insane of all.

The foremost few cha charged forward, their weapons striking the Oil Tanker, but unexpectedly, the surface material of the Oil Tanker was unknown, and door-sized weapons couldn’t cut through it.

The next mont, a dozen heads around simultaneously turned direction, and a dozen columns of fire engulfed the cha’s surface; the driver’s pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he pulled a device similar to a ’handbrake.’

The connecting device was cut, intense pain in the head followed as the cha Pod shot backward, and within three seconds, a loud explosion occurred, as the cha exploded.

The cha Pod hit the ground, causing the pilot to be bloodied, and with great effort, he crawled out, only to be sward by countless screaming Fla Boys.

These ’Human-headed Canisters’ were quite fierce, rampaging uncontrollably, and even close-combat cha couldn’t handle them.

Of course, this was also because weapons suited for cha hadn’t been developed yet.

The front-line combat suddenly beca chaotic.

Given the numbers of the Fla Motorcycle Faction and the chanical Hunter, even with a loss ratio not of 10 to 1 but 100 to 1, it was still a highly unprofitable deal.

Huang Wen frowned slightly and said, "Now it’s your turn."

The next mont, countless Single Molecule Lines shot out, and various chanical Hunters leapt into the air.

Thanks to the good precedent set by soone, now those who can’t use Single Molecule Lines are embarrassed to call themselves Hunters.

"Daisila, let’s see who can collect the most heads!"

In mid-air, Matsushima Keiko shouted.

"There’s no need to compare," Daisila shook her head, "we’re no match for Old Huang."

"Old Huang, isn’t he in logistics?"

Daisila shook her head, and in mid-air, eight spider legs transford and, as they descended, impaled eight Fla Boys.

"You need to understand one thing, with the popularization of the Hunter Module, I am no longer the most advanced chanical Hunter."

"If it’s not you, then who is?" Keiko was quite unconvinced.

"You’ll find out soon."

Daisila pointed towards the sky, and they saw a swarm of black dots approaching; they were Huang Wen’s drones, descending like rain, with most falling into the sand, and a small portion landing on top of Fla Boys and Motorcycle Spearn.

All the drones transford mid-air into ’Tightening Rings.’

The next mont, the affected Fla Boys began attacking their own.

tallic eels burrowed out of the ground, and in the sky, Flashing Sparrows emitted radiance like flash grenades on the front lines.

Every head of man and beast wore a ’Tightening Ring.’

Under the Controller Module

Huang Wen alone constituted a chanical Beast Legion.