Soul Reaver Prototype

In the monitoring room, the two men turned their attention to the man in the middle who looked extraordinary but had a slightly gloomy expression.

"Young Master Tang."

Tang Nashiu

The man with the slightly gloomy expression suddenly chuckled softly, "What's there to worry about? It's just one loss. It's only when the opponent is strong that the game is more interesting."

Tang Nashiu, stroking the ring on his ring finger, thought for a moment, picked up the Sky Communicator from the table, and dialed a number.

"Okay, go in in the normal alternation order."

After hanging up the Sky Communicator, he glanced at the two men's reactions and couldn't help but smile. "What's going on? A Tier 6 Roving Pilot from the Mecha Association, equipped with a Solomon mech with a 6.5-generation engine."

Roving Pilot is a hidden executioner within the Interstellar Mecha Association who constantly walks the line between the dark forces and the real world, always racing against death.

They are the Dark Cleaners of the Mecha Association, forever unable to clear their names; they are the Grim Reapers of the Dark World.

As for the mecha, although it wasn't mentioned, seeing Tang Nashiu's expression, Gao Lingsen felt relieved, while Lin Wu leaned back on the sofa and comfortably stretched.

As Mu Fan piloted the Extreme Soldier vehicle back to the waiting area, Fan Lunding, his eyes bloodshot, emerged from the cockpit.

Shame!

Shame!

He was pinned against the wall and brutally beaten!

Who exactly is the pilot who suddenly appeared on the other side?

He shoved aside the staff member who came to help him Fan Lunding roared in the preparation room.

The ambitious product manager was equally unwilling to give up; his plan hadn't even started yet, and he absolutely couldn't allow it to fail!

"Fan Lunding, we still have a chance, we definitely still have a chance!"

"What chance?! You and I both know the problems with this mech. It's not a real combat mech at all. Look at the crappy close-combat capabilities of that one over there. That's the real mech, okay?!"

"How dare you talk nonsense about our product?! I'll have someone equip you with other weapons, and you can go up and fight again!" The unwilling product manager, like a gambler, was preparing for one last gamble.

"Heh, your pilot is right, you really don't have a chance."

A sneer suddenly rang out, and people looked in the direction of the sound to see a man with short brown hair, a burly build, and several scars on his face standing at the door of the preparation room.

"Who are you? Get out of here!" the product manager shouted angrily. This was Arabela Weapons Company's territory, and they wouldn't tolerate anyone interfering.

"You're the one who should be leaving. If it weren't for the higher-ups' arrangement, do you think I'd be interested in replacing you?"

Fan Lunding stared sharply into the other person's eyes. "Who are you?"

"Si Erqi".

A strange name came out of the other person's mouth, and at the same time, he took half of Bronze Mask from his pocket and stuck it on his left eye.

As the Bronze Mask was put on, Fan Lunding could clearly see the half-crossbow bolt mark on it in the bright light.

The pilot, whose eyes were bloodshot, seemed to have been doused with cold water; his eyes narrowed, and his voice calmed down. "You're from the Interstellar Mecha Association?"

The man wearing a half- Bronze Mask had an emotionless gaze.

"Since you know, it shouldn't be hard to recognize me. To be honest, I wouldn't have come if this mission wasn't mandatory."

The product manager stared in astonishment at Fan Lunding, whose attitude had shifted to one of extreme tension, as he uttered, word by word, "Roving Pilot!"

"Level 6".

The man calmly added, then pointed to the entrance behind him, "Get out. What happens next is none of your business."

The product manager was about to lash out when Fan Lunding grabbed him, and he stared in astonishment at his chief pilot.

Let's go.

It was obvious that Fan Lunding was unwilling to explain anything, but the product manager, seeing the atmosphere and the five men in black special agents' uniforms entering again at the entrance, gave up in dejection.

"Walk."

When the preparation room was emptied, a special agent returned to the room. "Sir, the Soul Reaver mech is ready and has been inspected."

Upon hearing this, Si Erqi muttered to himself, "Roving Pilot piloting Solomon's secret mech, this world... is truly interesting."

After saying this, the man wearing half a Bronze Mask walked directly out of the preparation room, and what appeared in front of him was a dark red mech more than nine meters tall.

The dim red color resembled congealed blood, and upon closer inspection, it exuded a Sen Ran aura. The overall armor thickness of this mech was second only to that of the Extreme Soldier, but it was far superior to that of the previous Wind Speed Gladiator. In particular, its thick right arm even exceeded the width of the Extreme Soldier's arm!

But what's most awe-inspiring is the giant scythe with a long handle on its back!

Solomon's latest advanced mech— the Soul Reaver Prototype!

That terrifying giant scythe is its unique weapon—the Azure Scythe!

However, for some reason, the scythe and its handle were surrounded by additional black components, but people's attention was usually focused on its terrifying appearance.

"Sir, the elevator is almost here."

Si Erqi's eyes didn't move. He bent his knees, and in a flash, he leaped onto the descending elevator. Then, with another leap, he accurately plunged into the one-meter-wide circular passageway.

The hatch closed, and a gust of air suddenly emanated from the mech.

Soul Reaver, activate!

Meanwhile, on Luoqi Heavy Industries ' side, Mu Fan, who hadn't even stepped out of his mech, listened quietly as Black General presented detailed combat data in a structured manner.

"Aren't you going down?" a dark voice rang out.

"No, the battle isn't over yet, and I haven't finished experiencing this mech."

"How do you feel now?"

"I... like this mecha more and more." Mu Fan's smile blossomed.

"The third round of the competition has begun. Arabela Weapons Company has been eliminated, and the challenger is the Gero Merchant Guild from the Xinqiluo Business Alliance."

Wang Nuonuo and the others who were shouting in the stands were all stunned when they heard this.

"It's not Arabela Weapons Company anymore? Where did this Gero Merchant Guild come from?!"

"I don't know, they probably aren't as powerful as the mechs from Zhang Yuanren's company."

"The Xinqiluo Business Alliance... is a bit complicated."

Compared to Luoqi Heavy Industries Industries' calm analysis, millions of viewers were already impatient.

"Where did this chamber of commerce come from? I've never heard of it before."

"I hope there's no Dark Curtain. If we can't beat them, we should just let them win the competition. I'm still waiting to buy Extreme Soldier! This mech has real potential. I've decided to seriously consider its expansion options."

"Exactly, if they're just going to put on stage a bunch of random mechs, they might as well not do it at all."

"Shouldn't Luoqi Heavy Industries be getting a new Jaeger this time?"

As if to prove them wrong, when the huge metal door opened and the one-armed Extreme Soldier reappeared, the audience who had already moved to support him erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap, is this some kind of superhuman feat? Is he going to clear the entire game with just one arm?"

"How confident is this pilot?!"

I'm very curious about the other side's reaction.

"Equally curious about aa1!"

"Aa2!"

"I don't know what kind of mech the other side will send up. Why do I feel my soul trembling and my brain filled with fear?"

"Idiot, your Helmet is leaking electricity."

The metal door of the Gero Merchant Guild opened.

All eyes were on the exit.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

The sound of orderly footsteps could be heard.