A beam of destructive light fell from the sky.
The steel jungle of the city immediately began to explode violently, and beneath the collapsing skyscrapers, people in various uniforms screamed and ran in all directions.
Panicked people could be seen everywhere on the streets.
On the outskirts of the city, middle-aged man Ace sat in his private car and glanced back.
That towering building in the city center, a symbol of his power and authority, is the tallest building in the entire city...
It has now been reduced to ashes by a high-energy laser attack.
His main base lies beneath the ruins of the high-rise buildings.
Given the special nature of the main base, it wouldn't be destroyed, but the problem is that he can't go back to the base now.
He was completely unable to resist the enemy's attack on the base.
Thinking of this, Ace glanced sadly at the stewards and officials around him who were still loyal to him until this moment.
Although they are all clones, and although they each have their own ideas and plans, the lord's buff makes it relatively easy for him to control them overall.
Even now, he still feels a little reluctant to part with these people.
Unfortunately, after he loses his main base, these people will revert to being "savages".
Thinking of this, Ace quickly opened the system's public chat and sent a message: "Everyone, just now, the Cataclysm has launched an attack on me. My coordinates have been published on my profile page... I hope you can defeat these mysterious figures..."
The moment the message was sent, the screen in front of Ace went black.
He turned around and saw that a huge, wheel-shaped spaceship had appeared in the city center, which was essentially a giant UFO.
Below it lies his main base, which this spaceship must have already devoured. His player identity was stripped away in that instant.
The soldiers in the army were still launching fierce attacks on the spaceship, but they couldn't do anything about it. The war mechs with flight capabilities also tried to fly directly onto it.
But before the mech's engines could reach maximum power, a destructive laser beam shot directly from the spaceship, piercing through the mech in the blink of an eye.
After the failed offensive, the base's control over the soldiers completely disappeared, and the cloned soldiers began to scatter and flee like headless flies.
It completely collapsed.
This terrifying force simply fired a laser at its own city, and its empire, built over decades, completely collapsed.
Ace recalled entering the game when he was still a young man, from the initial confusion and fear to finally seizing the opportunity and starting to expand rapidly...
Although it has not yet developed nuclear weapons and joined the ranks of the top powers, its imperial level is already comparable to that of Europe during World War II.
"They're all gone..."
Having lost the system's assigned affiliation, all the game's inhabitants reverted to being savages, leaving Ace suddenly all alone, with even the caravan driver abandoning him.
He was left alone on the edge of the city, watching people flee in a hurry.
at the same time.
Inside the spaceship that Ace had been looking at.
A voice crackling with mechanical electricity rang out. "The main base core has been analyzed. Unfortunately, this player is still not our target."
Inside the spaceship's main control room, a figure draped in a black robe slammed his fist on the table in front of him in frustration, saying in a unique language, "Continue searching for the next suspicious player. We must find that rat that stole from our warehouse!"
Three hundred billion!
When this number was mentioned, the face beneath the black robe seemed to spit fire.
"That rat is taking 30 billion from our energy reserves every day!"
"Did he find some loophole and recruit all the cockroaches in his territory?!"
Even with a large energy reserve, it can't withstand this kind of blood loss!
We're throwing away 30 billion points of base energy every day, and the game system is automatically running out of resources!
The man in the black robe would never forget the complex emotions he felt when the system woke him from hibernation and he heard the details.
This is not how you supposed to fleece people!
The energy system, which was originally functioning healthily, is now constantly reporting errors because that rat is constantly exploiting it.
If he had the necessary permissions, he would have immediately pulled up the list and dragged out that damn rat who was ruining the game's fairness, and killed him!
you
He's ruined the game's fairness, you know that?!
Other players develop their power into a modern superpower and at most earn around 2 billion a day, but this guy earns 30 billion a day!
He was so angry that he dared not hibernate anymore.
"New target search complete." The mechanical voice suddenly sounded again.
"Show me the details," the man in black said directly.
"A total of 72 main bases have been detected. Please select."
Along with the sounds came the descriptions of the areas surrounding each main base: some were surrounded by towering buildings, some were situated amidst some kind of wonder, and some were suspended directly in the sky.
There was even one on a super-sized aircraft, constantly moving through the sky...
This goal is quite conspicuous.
The man in black robes noticed him immediately.
"This is it."
With 30 billion energy points every day, it's not surprising that they like to play these fancy games.
Buzz~
The spaceship vibrated slightly without making a sound, then quickly adjusted its direction and flew towards its new target.
President Zhang is unaware that someone is bearing the burden for him.
He was in the Mecha Factory in the Pacific Rim Spacetime, observing the landing of the first small mecha.
As a special building in the game, the Mecha Factory is limited to manufacturing mechs, but its manufacturing capacity is powerful enough.
Less than an hour after Mako Mori designed the detailed blueprints for the small mecha and "fed" them to the Mecha Factory, a small mecha appeared before everyone.
A humanoid mech with a red and yellow color scheme, standing 21 meters tall, piloted by a single person, codenamed " Private ".
The biggest highlight of the Private-class is the use of a large number of new mech technologies and special materials that only exist in the game world, making its protective performance even better than that of the large mechs.
In terms of maneuverability, the 900-ton Private-class can start at a speed of 85 km/h and reach a top speed of over 120 km/h.
Its load capacity differs from other players' mechs captured previously.
Other players' small mechs can carry up to 50 tons of free load, Private-class can only carry 30 tons.
"We've done everything we can, but we simply can't increase the targets any further, Marseille!"
When this matter was brought up, Mako Mori gave a proper bow.
Zhang Tianyuan helped her up, indicating that this was not a problem at all.
The few Hound-type mechs that were captured earlier were enhanced with "divine power," meaning that they had all been strengthened by players using the game's enhancement features.
The current Private-class haven't been upgraded yet, so their bare units are obviously inferior to those that have undergone countless rounds of upgrades.
Moreover, the only difference Private-class capacity is slightly lower.
If he remembered correctly, the other players were still using manual controls for their Hound-class mechs, which required fast reflexes!
However, the Private-class continues to use neural connections, eliminating the need for hand speed and directly testing neural computing power, roughly equivalent to the human-machine integration achieved through manual operation.
There is virtually no delay.
Therefore, a Private-class can easily defeat a Hound-class in combat. With proper training, it can achieve victory through superior maneuverability.
The two types of mechs then clashed, and the Hound-class mechs were noticeably slower to operate than the Private-class.
Zhang Tianyuan nodded repeatedly.
With this model, we have the capability to charge into the Game Spacetime. Otherwise, if we conquer a piece of territory in the Game Spacetime, other players will just rush over in their war mechs and break through our defenses.
Even tanks are no match for the Hound-class.
Now that we have the Private-class, we have the means to fight the enemy. Once we've amassed a larger force, we can shift our focus to the game world...
While Zhang Tianyuan was making plans in his mind, the others were also engrossed in watching the two small mechs fighting in front of them.
Among them was Taylor from North America.
The production and implementation of the Private-class is a major event because it relates to the entire mech industry chain, so he had to come and see for himself.
He had just restarted the North America mecha industry to supply the Mutual Aid Society's Moyulan Base. Now that he has Mecha Factory, those previously restarted supply chains might suddenly become useless.
That is indeed the case.
The Mecha Factory's production process doesn't require any external parts. As long as enough raw materials are injected, it can automatically produce a mecha. The whole process is faster than making a mecha out of dough.
Everyone enjoyed the whole process, except for Taylor, who always seemed a little... uncomfortable.
sad.
The mecha industry chain, which had just been restarted, has now been wasted. From now on, it will likely only be able to handle some maintenance work. It's unclear whether mecha manufactured in this way even require maintenance...
While Zhang Tianyuan was discussing the production plan with everyone, Taylor had already quietly left the Mecha Factory and embarked on his journey back home.
He needed to go back early to settle the businesses in the mecha industry chain; otherwise, once the news got out, those businesses would probably all collapse.
This was one of his major achievements back then!
Upon returning to North America, Taylor immediately convened a meeting with numerous manufacturers across the mecha industry supply chain and informed them of the unfortunate news.
Then, at the congress, everyone started staring at each other blankly.
Taylor had already hinted at the Mecha Factory to them before, asking them to come up with a way to deal with it, but what could they possibly do in the face of such a devastating attack?
Unless they can create a smaller mech that is stronger than Private-class...
But is that even possible?
The representatives from each company looked troubled, staring expectantly at Taylor until they themselves were at a loss for words.
Finally Taylor simply closed his eyes, practically saying, "Don't look at me, I can't do anything about it."
Finally, a voice rang out from the corner.
"Is there an opportunity for us to study the Private-class?"
"What do you mean?" Taylor reopened his eyes and looked at the person who spoke. He remembered that it was a new supplier responsible for the steel plates for the mechs.
The sheet metal supplier said, " The Private-class mechs possess extremely advanced technology. If we have the authority to research them, we can transform the mech industry into a supporting industry for tackling new technology challenges, which can attract investment for us."
"You mean we need to research methods for artificially manufacturing Private-class mechs?"
The supplier nodded.
Taylor thought for a moment.
The technology on the Private-class mechs is undoubtedly extremely advanced. If we could really conduct research on them, we might be able to use that as a pretext to attract investment or allocate funds from within the country to maintain the mech industry in the country and prevent them from suffering heavy casualties.
Moreover, it's not without profit.
We don't even need to manually replicate a Private-class; just figuring out some of the technologies used in it would be a huge breakthrough.
For example, the materials used above.
It can support a weight of nearly a thousand tons and run at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour...
If they could replicate such materials in reality, what more could you ask for?!
The more Taylor thought about it, the more feasible the method seemed.
The meeting was adjourned immediately.
After the meeting, he made a phone call to first inform Ning Jihua about the matter and gain his support before submitting a report and going through the procedures in the name of the North American branch of the No. 4 Spacetime Mutual Aid Society North America Branch.
Two days later.
The report then ended up in Zhang Tianyuan's hands.
"Study the materials used on Private-class Private-class and attempt to artificially replicate them?"
After thinking it over, Zhang Tianyuan finally agreed to the plan.
It's always good to have some ideals.
Taylor from the Pacific Rim Spacetime is already the most normal North America in all timelines; such people should be encouraged.
After dealing with this matter, Ke Jinjun submitted a new investigation report.
During this time, he has been conducting intelligence work in the Game Spacetime, and now the terrain map around the Mutual Aid Society's territory has been drawn to the size of two Earths.
Even so, it still hasn't reached the boundaries of the Game Spacetime.
Zhang Tianyuan opened the report, and his expression quickly turned serious.
A few days ago, he obtained the location of that superpower's territory, and then he arranged for Ke Jinjun to scout it out. Now the scout results are in.
only...
What's going on here? The place is a complete wasteland, and you can't even see a single clone.
The reconnaissance rockets captured images showing that most cities within this superpower's territory were still engulfed in flames of war, with no sign of economic recovery or improved livelihoods.
There isn't even a factory to produce it...
Could it be that the territory they just conquered hasn't been developed yet?
Zhang Tianyuan sensed something was wrong.
Just as he was about to have Ke Jinjun investigate further, he suddenly noticed a notification pop up from the system in front of him:
The world channel search has ended. The current number of channels is 10.
The tenth timeline!
Zhang Tianyuan's eyelids twitched, and he immediately clicked on the notification. Four words appeared before him:
Moonfall