Mecha Revolution

The outer perimeter of Flame Pass —

"Heavenly fire will engulf you, plague ants will crawl all over your bodies, evil spirits will rise from the ground to devour your bones, and the great God will surely cast a curse upon you that can never be lifted for all eternity..."

Keiko Matsushima stared wide-eyed at the other person while munching on an apple.

This guy came to deliver a challenge, but for some reason, he ended up performing a shamanistic ritual.

After finishing the apple and licking the juice off her fingers, Keiko Matsushima clapped her hands in satisfaction, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes, like a knife disappearing in a flash.

The next moment, the priest's entire head slid off.

"Not bad, the new tactile nerve facilitator works quite well."

Suddenly, a spider silk shot out from outside the tent. The silk bounced back, and the severed head fell into Daisy's hands. Daisy looked at it and handed it to Holly.

Helly skillfully pried open the back of her head and, sure enough, found a cheap brain-computer interface.

"Brainwashing with consciousness uploading technology? What kind of crazy operation is that?"

"You should tone down your temper. Killing an envoy without permission is a bad thing. Luckily, it was Old Huang in charge. If it were anyone else, they would have beaten you up long ago."

Daisy!

!

Matsushima Keiko's eyes lit up, and with a few quick leaps, she jumped into the other person's arms, shouting joyfully, "When did you get here?"

"I arrived yesterday and have been outside the whole time. I only arrived at this temporary command post today."

Keiko Matsushima rubbed against the other person's chest vigorously before raising her head to look at the other three. "Herri, Pilot, Clamp, you're here too. Hmm, why are you two different?"

Trappers are hunters who prefer a hunting style, and they usually have bulging bodies. Pilots, needless to say, always carry a mechanical box on their backs.

Now, both of them are wearing white exoskeletons, somewhat like the standard exoskeletons of the mechanical legion, but they are noticeably thinner, seemingly a lightweight version. On the contrary, their backs, which should be slender, are bulging, as if they contain something.

Keiko could sense, through the knife-wielder's intuition, that both of them had become stronger.

"Haha, long time no see, Keiko, you're still so short," the pilot chuckled as he patted the Japanese girl's head, only to be bitten hard by her.

"Hey, just kidding, let go, let go!"

Finally, after promising a whole host of benefits, the middle-aged bearded pilot finally got Keiko to relent.

"You guys have new equipment now, and it can fly! I want one too!"

"We caught a lot of marine species in the near sea, and we had enough points to exchange for equipment. What are you going to use to exchange?"

The pilot said dismissively.

To make these hunters understand that there is no such thing as a free lunch, the senior engineer had a mission point system implemented. Each completed mission earns a fixed number of points, which can be exchanged for valuable items within the faction. For example, Huizi's tactile nerve coarse flow device was just obtained by exchanging 300 hunter points.

Huizi glanced at the points required for the 'Flying Bird Module': 4000.

"Daisy," Keiko looked at her pitifully.

"You're always so careless, messing things up every time you go on a mission," Daisy scolded without a second thought. "You forgot, Hunter Points can't be traded."

"What's so great about it?" Huizi said sourly. "I'll kill a few more people later and I'll definitely be able to accumulate enough points."

"I wonder if you've earned enough points to cover the deductions," Clip complained.

To be honest, there aren't many rules in "Mechanical Hunter". You can't betray your teammates, you can't kill people indiscriminately, and you can't attack the boss. You can count them on one hand. But this girl keeps stepping on the landmines every day.

Huizi was also furious. "He called me a nobody, why can't I kill him! Just because he's the boss?!"

Daisy, the pilot, and the clip all rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Alright, let's go. I'll get you some good knives later," Daisy comforted her as if she were a child.

As the group walked out the door, they saw a huge virtual projection. On one side of the projection, there were countless motorcycles with menacing appearances, as well as electric guitars that spewed fire, speakers piled up like small mountains, and flames that kept shooting out.

A total of three thousand motorcycles formed a motorcycle legion, on which were tens of thousands of white-skinned monsters.

"What the hell? Are they going to have a concert?" Even someone as strong-willed as Keiko couldn't help but be speechless.

"Do they really think we'll fight back against them?" Clamp complained again. "Is this some kind of ancient war? Who still uses volley fire to kill people?"

"I think we don't even need to lift a finger. Just bring in a batch of rocket launchers, and all the problems will be solved."

"This is the area with the worst radiation, so the radar calibration won't work," Daisy explained on behalf of the other party. "Rocket launchers alone won't kill all the enemies."

"Huang Wen, Huang Wen, turn the camera around for me. I want to see what their boss looks like. Is he as ugly as our boss?"

The drone, hundreds of miles away, gradually ascended, its view shifting to Huoyan Pass, the ancient dam, where a tall figure stood alone on a mechanical platform, overlooking the entire scene.

"Wow, this guy looks really weird."

The "god" was tall, about two meters, with a full head of white hair that always swayed at his feet, small, yellowish eyes, and a metal pacifier in his mouth.

The man was shirtless, with a dark yellow coat hanging over his lower body; upon closer inspection, it appeared to be human skin.

The god's blood-yellow eyes suddenly darted around, seemingly seeing everyone from hundreds of miles away. That aggressive gaze caused the group to simultaneously assume a fighting stance.

The next moment, the virtual screen suddenly exploded into white light spots.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Meanwhile, on the front lines, Huang Wen watched as the drone was glared at and destroyed by the enemy, muttering to himself.

"They're not that easy to deal with."

Using his "battlefield intuition," he could sense that the opponent's aura far surpassed that of a B-grade radiation beast.

It may not reach A-level, but it is definitely a formidable opponent.

This battle seems to be not only to test the new hunters and new mechs, but also to test the strength of top-tier hunters who have broken through the limits.

Thinking of this, Huang Wen's eyes gleamed.

Come on, give it a try!

From the perspective of the hidden drone, "God" was constantly raising his arms and roaring something, thick smoke spewing from his mouth, covering the entire Flame Pass, and engulfing the motorcyclists on the ground like a waterfall.

Stimulated by the smoke, the Flame Boys acted as if they were on drugs, shouting and yelling wildly, and even picked up weapons to slash themselves with blood, then smeared the blood on their faces and bodies.

A similar mist also emanated from these people.

"A stimulant psychotropic drug?"

"This feels like a beast tide?"

The drone's field of vision gradually went black.

His miniature drones are specially customized and are not affected by ordinary radiation environments. Only environments like beast tides can interfere with this type of electronic product.

From the perspective of the drone in the distance, white mist gradually covered the entire Flame Gate. The next moment, the roar of engines suddenly rang out, and motorcycles covered with steel spikes roared out, thick black smoke billowing from their rear.

This is crudely processed petroleum. Could there be oil wells inside the Flame Pass?

It should be noted that as the Second Mechanical War shattered the continent, most of the oil fields on land sank to the seabed, and only large corporations had the technology and resources to extract oil from the seabed.

On the sea, rows of crude oil processing stations, shrouded in black mist, shine like lighthouses.

There's another thing Huang Wen can't figure out.

So, where did they get so many people?

Logically speaking, in these three days, the mechanical hunters have attacked everywhere and killed as many as two thousand Flame Boys, but why is the number of the enemy not decreasing at all?

Synthetic humans? Replicants?

Even if it were either of those, it couldn't possibly grow this fast.

Amidst the white fog, the motorcycle wave surged forward, quickly engaging the first line of defense.

It was still Huang Wen's specialty to use unmanned tactics, with all sorts of machine guns appearing on various high grounds.

Drones drop small bombs from above.

There are even dozens of self-driving grenade launchers.

Gunshots, explosions, and cannon fire pierced through the fog almost instantly.

The tank was blown up, and the fire boy on it was swept under the vehicle by machine gun fire and then crushed into a bloody pulp.

Hundreds of locomotives were destroyed almost immediately.

This feeling is like using a Maxim gun to mow down cavalry, causing exaggerated damage.

Many mechanical hunters on the edge of the battlefield muttered to themselves, "What if the battle is over before I even get a chance to show up?"

However, the Flame Motorbike Gang soon proved that they were not to be underestimated as a first-rate warlord force.

Long spears shot out from the mist, spanning thousands of meters, and struck the unmanned position, piercing through the machine guns.

Some charged in both directions, braving artillery fire, with locomotives and grenade launchers colliding violently.

Some slaughterers even used machine guns to fire cannonballs, and many of the cannonballs exploded in mid-air.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the firepower of the Flame Motorbike Gang is not weak. They don't have high-tech weapons like fighter jets, exoskeletons, or energy weapons, but they can basically equip each person with a machine gun, cannon, or rifle.

More importantly, this group of people were fearless and even after their hands and feet were blown off, they still crawled over despite their own lives.

Huang Wen's expression remained calm.

If having a large population is useful, then what's the point of high-tech weapons?

The number of Flame Boys decreased at a steady rate: 10,000, 90,000, 8,000, 7,000...

After losing nearly half of their numbers, these people finally charged into the mechanical hunters' territory.

A powerful electronic sound rang out, with high-frequency drumbeats almost non-stop.

The next moment, hundreds of flames shot into the sky.

The two-headed priest screamed madly, and the fog began to expand. All the electronic components were affected by the fog and became malfunctioning.

Meanwhile, the senior engineer, who was on his way, also received a task from the system.

Mission: G-Force

Difficulty: Hard

Mission Briefing: Revenge is your mission, machinery is your destiny, freedom triumphs over ignorance, and armor overthrows the throne of gods.

Mission objective: Defeat the motorcycle gang's army.

Quest Rewards: 35,000 Experience, 1,500 Desert Reputation

Bonus Rewards: 1 Fragment of a Mechanical Puzzle (1/5) and a Motorbike Party Special Product

Note: Vendettas are just a means to an end; our goal is a mecha revolution!