Scorching heat, pain, chaotic signal noise, malfunction alerts roaring through the logic chips, and the thunder of gunfire and artillery amid the melee—all of it...
The heavy walker was smashed into the ground by an unreasonable force. Old Qiao felt as if every one of his sensory units had undergone a fault check at that moment. He struggled to reconnect with the body, only to see thick smoke billowing through the cockpit. Everything beyond the observation window was absurd and chaotic, as if he were trapped in a bizarre, frenzied dream.
The soldiers were battling enemy troops that looked like playing cards. Those strange enemies resembled enormous sheets of paper standing upright, their faces painted like classical theater masks and their bodies draped in bright red and green robes. Bullets easily punched rows of holes through them, yet the "playing cards" still crossed the field of fire, then used comically bizarre movements to swing their paper-thin swords and hack at the walker's shields.
A giant snake rampaged through the sea of flames, its enormous body crushing every living thing in its path as it rolled. The Black Dot soldiers around it fired at her desperately, only for her to casually sweep her tail around and crush fully armed clone soldiers, armor and all, into flattened cans.
More bizarre howls came from the sky. They sounded like ghostly shrieks in the thick, dark clouds of dust. The walker's External Monitor captured shadows diving from beneath the clouds—old-fashioned aircraft burst from the darkness, their cannon fire licking across the ground before they began bombing the streets indiscriminately.
The two tactical walkers reacted quickly. They raised their twin autocannons and swept the sky while firing several "Bee" light anti-air missiles. The missiles easily struck the old aircraft, which looked as if they had