Mighty Egg Lord

The situation on the field changed rapidly. After Mu Fan's side destroyed two mechs, the Green Team and Red Team were at a 3v2 disadvantage.

"Body synchronization disengaged."

The black metal tube retracted. Mu Fan stumbled, standing in the cockpit. He shook his head, clearing his mind slightly. His right arm, which had just lost consciousness, was once again under his brain's control.

He looked at Black, who was flying around him, and asked, "What just happened?"

There were many things implied in that question, but after Black entered PO, something seemed to have changed. It understood Mu Fan's words effortlessly.

"After you synchronized with the mech's body, you were affected by the external environment's pressure. I estimate it triggered your stress response," Black said calmly as it flew, then added, "Your body is a bit special. To be precise, it's your bloodline characteristic."

Mu Fan was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I understand. What were you doing before?"

Black's two eyes changed from dots to vertical lines. "Before entering PO, I confirmed with you that you would give me the authority to formulate the virtual world plan. After entering, I've been collecting relevant data, activating my dormant data fragments, and further enriching the database."

"My name isn't normal."

"Normal!"

"My novice training camp isn't normal either."

"Normal!"

"Is my mech not normal either?"

"Normal!" Absolutely cannot admit it. Anyway, it's not human, so there's no such thing as face.

"Why?" Mu Fan ignored Black's answer.

"Part of the plan's content."

"Alright, I accept that answer." Mu Fan sighed.

"Now I have integrated into the PO Battle Network and am attempting to integrate into the Federation administrative network. I already have certain authority to change corresponding things within the network. The body synchronization combat you just experienced is one of them. However, within the plan, you won't have a second chance to experience it within a year. You need to start familiarizing yourself with mechs from the First-Generation model, get used to real mech operation, and prepare for actual mech combat," Black said to Mu Fan seriously this time.

Mu Fan nodded, then moved his right arm and tilted his head, saying, "What do we do next?"

Black narrowed its eyes again. "Wait to die."

Before Mu Fan could attack, it quickly flew away and integrated into the cockpit wall, leaving only its voice echoing: "You don't know how to operate a mech, so what else would you do but wait to die? Don't worry, I'll restore this mech to its original state the next time you use it."

After saying that, there was no more sound. Black had run off again.

How despicable. Why isn't an artificial intelligence learning good things?

Mu Fan looked at the empty cockpit in front of him. The black tube from before had also been taken away. Why would it only be restored to its original state next time? Now, only one screen had been modified. Listening to Fatty's voice in the voice channel, he didn't know how to respond at all. He felt like crying without tears.

So, at the six o'clock direction on the map, a half-crippled white skeletal mech stood tall, stepping on the destroyed Striker beneath its feet, not making a sound, presenting the demeanor of a master.

"That Egg Lord, let's add each other as friends after this! A First-Generation model destroying two First-Generation mechs is simply invincible."

"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, bro, can you say something?" What Fatty waited for was still silence.

"I'm defeated. I'll come find you." Fatty gave up on talking.

Mu Fan also gave up on talking. He decided to stand in the cockpit until the battle ended. Too much had happened today, and he needed to properly digest it.

Fatty decided to move towards Mu Fan's red dot. What the heck was going on? After getting a double kill, he wasn't talking or moving.

Fatty pulled out a single-soldier illusion mine from behind his waist. This was a unique item within the PO Battle Network, a one-time Star Coin item with a decent price. When thrown on the ground, it could generate a 3D image of the user's body. From a distance, it was difficult to distinguish its authenticity.

What does it mean to be fully armed? To arm myself with money, to be a low-key expert. I am a Silver warrior. Fatty silently boasted in his heart.

Pressing the activation button, Fatty threw it behind a rock not far away. A puff of smoke rose, and a life-sized image of a Striker appeared there. Fatty even professionally made the image show only a small part of an arm outside the rock.

"Thump, thump," a few sounds rang out as bullets passed through the image and kicked up dust on the ground.

As expected, how insidious! Can you challenge your Fatty brother who is this professional? Fatty once again fiercely despised the group of little sluts on the other side.

Then, Fatty skillfully performed an evasive maneuver. The Striker, in a very undignified posture, crossed the gap between two large rocks and flipped over. Fatty, piloting the Striker, ran towards Mu Fan's direction.

Just past the small hill ahead, Fatty's performance in this battle was impressive.

My god! The Striker braked sharply. Fatty saw the EH01 standing there against the sunlight. Half of its white skeletal upper body was shattered, with sparks occasionally flashing on it. A defeated Raider was kneeling beside it, and another Raider was being stepped on by the white skeleton.

Kneeling before a master!! Fatty also saw the introduction of the EH01 just now. Wasn't this first-generation civilian-modified military machine only supposed to replace large machinery as stated in textbooks? When could it fight, and so exaggeratedly at that!

"Mu Fan," Fatty called out again in the voice channel, but there was still no response. He has style.

"Damn insidious! You two over there, do you still want to win? I'm about to be sacrificed, it's really bad luck to be with this group of pig teammates." At this moment, another teammate on Mu Fan's side shouted in the voice channel. The combat map showed that he had already engaged the enemy. The two enemies had quietly circled around him, and he thought Lemon Balloon and Egg Lord would come forward to assist, but unexpectedly, Lemon Balloon had also run to the back.

"Impossible to guard against..."

This was the last sentence the player in the cockpit of the Green Team's mech shouted before it was destroyed.

Not good, it's evenly matched again, 2v2. It looks like the other side will be coming over soon. Should I cooperate with Mu Fan to meet them? But looking at Mu Fan like this, he's completely unresponsive, my dear brother! This is not the time to act cool, hurry up and move.

Not disappointing Fatty, the First-Generation Humanoid General-Purpose Heavy Machine EH01 stood there calmly, with the demeanor of a Grandmaster!

You win, I have lost.

Fatty, piloting the Striker·Modified, quickly hid behind the shattered rock belt behind Mu Fan. As he ran past, Fatty suddenly stopped for a moment. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he took out two Soldier Ant Anti-Material Mines, exclusive to the wealthy and added to the first-generation machines, from his waist and stuffed them under the waists of the two Raiders.

His movements were very fast. Mu Fan in the cockpit saw all of this, with only a wry smile on his face.

I've already planted mines, and you're still not leaving this time? Fatty looked up at the white skeleton that was even taller than the Striker. Alright, you've completely won. Fatty didn't stop to find cover.

"Phew, I'm in cover. Mu Fan, stop pretending, hurry up and go! Those two from the other side are coming. You don't even have long-range firepower, how are you going to fight?"

Mu Fan: "………………"

Damn it, I knew it would be like this. Fatty gritted his teeth and lay down again. The Striker's camouflage paint and the surrounding scattered rocks provided excellent cover.

Passive Tracking Radar: "Enemy detected." Two red dots flashed on the map.

The enemy was here. Fatty quietly raised his grenade launcher, ready to ambush them first.

In his field of vision, "Egg Lord" was still standing there.

The enemies appeared, two standard long-range mechs - Long Arrow I-Types. Their slender bodies carried long anti-material rifles, and their muzzles were already aimed at the standing white skeleton.

Is Mu Fan going to unleash a big move?

"Bang, bang!" Both rifles simultaneously spat out flames. In Fatty's field of vision, the incredibly mighty EH01 was cleanly and decisively blown up.

"Egg Lord's" EH01 Type was blown up... blown up... blown up...

"You son of a bitch!"

Fatty let out a roar in the cockpit.

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PS: Thanks to book friends "Poetic and PicturesqueDotRen Xiaowei" and "Remnant★Snow Without Trace" for their generous tips!

The book's status has been changed to A-signed. Thanks to Alliance Leader "Bai Yiduo" for the two reminder to update tickets... You really feel sorry for me, not voting for 6000, hahaha!