C1161 Think Tank
C1161 Think Tank
However, they still had the advantage in numbers!
The remaining 1000 plus flying sword pierced through the flames of the explosion and shot towards the mecha opposite them. However, the mecha warriors on the opposite side were completely unaware when they saw the flying sword flying towards them. All of them let out their own mocking and disdainful voices!
"Hahaha, these are the only things that are tickling us. An ordinary flying sword would want to hurt us. They are overestimating themselves!" A mecha Warrior used a public microphone to speak to his friends. From the other side of the microphone, the mocking voice of a first tier mecha Warrior could be heard.
"Indeed, they are overestimating themselves. With their flying sword, how can they penetrate our mecha? One must know that this is made from memory metal and the hardest steel. Not to mention, our physique is amazing. How could they possibly be able to injure us? "
"It's just that we've already fought with them before. Apart from those three, there's no one else who can fight us. I'm sure there aren't many people who can fight us. Therefore, there's no need for us to be afraid of this flying sword!"
"We'll slowly let this indestructible mecha move forward according to the established procedure. Everyone can rest inside and drink a cup of black tea or something. In any case, the moment those ordinary Cultivator saw us engaged in close combat... You'll take the initiative to turn around and run..." Another mutant opened the insulation layer inside the engine box and took out a cup of black tea. He slowly took a sip and tasted the taste of the black tea.
As soon as his voice passed the microphone, a burst of laughter came from the other side. The laughter was extremely noisy. It was obvious that it was not from a single person. After mocking him, the flying sword that was thrown out from the other side had already arrived in front of the mecha Warrior. Not only did the righteous paranormal warriors not dodge, but they also wanted to rely on the mecha. They had to take the attack head-on. According to their past experiences, the flying sword thrown out by the enemy was... This mecha could definitely withstand the flying sword thrown out by the other side with ease. Therefore, they didn't need to worry about it.
Just like that brother had said, they only needed to drink black tea inside and slowly wait!
But at this time, the clanking sound of metal rang out, accompanied by the sizzling sound of electric currents. That brother drinking the black tea suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his body. He felt as if his mecha had suddenly been hit by a heavy hammer. At the same time, the airbag inside exploded, protecting his body. Besides the electric current, thick smoke also appeared inside the mecha.
However, outside, there were more than a dozen flying swords stabbing into the mecha from all angles!
In an instant, nearly 200 mecha fell from the sky. In an instant, the leading paranormal charged into the conical triangle formation at the front. A huge gap had appeared, but the Great Elder sneered. With a thunderous voice, he said to the people in front of him, "Disciples of the Dragon Group, listen up!"
In response, a furious roar came from the bottom of his heart. "Here!"
The voice rolled in all directions like rolling thunder. Opposite them, the mecha soldiers were separated by the thick and heavy mecha. When they heard the roar, their faces turned pale. The hands that were holding the joystick were covered in sweat. They looked at the mecha that fell from the sky and exploded in the snow mountain, as well as their compatriots who had yet to escape.
"How can they be so strong..." A mecha warrior voiced the doubt in his heart!
"I don't know..."
"Damn it, who are we going to ask if you ask me?"
One after another, curses were sent back, causing the morale of the espers to drop to rock bottom. They had never thought that the enemy would be so powerful. Indeed. They had overestimated themselves and underestimated the opponent that Dragon Group had just fought with. It was just the Cultivator of the Heavenly Sect, and the one who was fighting them right now was the core strength of the Dragon Group. Five thousand young but powerful and talented Cultivator!
Every one of them was carefully selected. After the recovery of the spiritual energy, they had cultivated in the spiritual source for nearly half a year. Naturally, it was not something that those rotten fishes and shrimps of the Heavenly Sect could compare with!
Smith, who was on the plane in the distance, saw this scene. In an instant, his expression changed drastically. He collapsed on the chair and stared blankly for a long time. The espers beside him all went silent, not daring to make any noise. They were afraid that they would anger Smith, who was in a state of collapse and fury.
About a minute later, the Cultivator on the other side of the video took out a spare flying sword from its back. When they were about to engage in close combat, Smith suddenly shouted hysterically, "Send out our ultimate weapon, the quantum cannon!"
"What? You used your ultimate move so quickly?" A member of Smith's think tank said. Yes, Smith also had an advisor by his side. This was normal. A person's wisdom was limited after all. No one could make all the decisions by themselves. He needed someone to give him constructive and professional opinions, and the Think Tank was necessary.
Of course Smith had this thing, but he had never liked to use him. This person was headstrong and self-obsessed, and never listened to his opinions. Therefore, the Think Tank members were next to him. It was just a decoration. When he heard the opposition from his advisor, Smith glared at him with his blood-red eyes and roared, "Idiot, we don't need it now. Do you want him to watch us die while we are moldy?"
His roar was heard and no one around him dared to make a sound. The Think Tank member lowered his head and quickly admitted his mistake, "It's because I am too lacking in consideration..."
On the ground, the moment of close combat had arrived. The paranormal in front of him had been given the most severe order by Smith, which was to fight a bloody battle. Fight with your back against the water!
No matter what, he could not retreat. If he took one step back, he would kill!
After the orders were transmitted from the A.I. Chip to their minds, all the paranormals cursed in their hearts for a while. However, under the control of their bodies, they followed Smith's orders and launched a suicide attack. They attacked the Cultivator on the opposite side.