After you finished speaking, you suddenly looked up and said, "You know what I mean, right?"
Yun Shou nodded.
"Hopefully this part can be captured by the emulator. I wonder how much of the previous twenty-odd years was actually represented in the original game."
You thought to yourself, "This must be the forty-seventh time I've had a conversation with him across time and space."
"ah?"
Yun Shou was stunned.
"So much leaked?"
"For example, I previously recommended 'Hot Pot' and 'Hot Roast' from the Fire Spirits. Although they are related by lineage, they are truly powerful when they work together."
"Damn it! You better install it now, you stupid emulator, you better install it right now!"
"A little water is fine!"
[The giant bear exoskeleton collapses, leaving over a hundred terrified exoskeleton pilots in front of you, but you suddenly feel bored: "Forget it, if you want to escape, then..."]
A high-explosive grenade streaked across the sky.
[Boom!]
[You didn't even dodge. The high-explosive grenade landed thirty meters away, exploding in the concrete ground to create a crater twenty meters in diameter and nearly two meters deep in the center. Debris flew like bullets, striking the outer shell of the War Dragon 11 with a series of clanging sounds.]
Judging from its parabolic trajectory, its launch site was at least fifty kilometers away.
The first grenade was just the beginning; then came ten, a hundred, a thousand…
Kinetic energy grenades, plasma grenades, thermobaric weapons...
With you at the center, the area within a three-kilometer radius becomes hell.
[The fighting continues!]
Those exoskeletons still nearby also perished; only those furthest from you had a chance to quickly move away and avoid the bombardment.
The earth was repeatedly blasted apart and destroyed; cement was reduced to dust, and the underground soil layers cracked, releasing yellow smoke and dust into the air.
The yellowish-brown smoke was intermittently dispersed and stirred up by other artillery fire, causing shrapnel to break apart and molten metal to flow.
These shells... each one is equivalent to a full-force attack from a mid-range exoskeleton. Taking one hit alone might not be a big deal, but most bounty hunters coming for you are confident they can withstand one or two.
At most, it will cause minor damage to the body, but it will not endanger life.
However, more than ten thousand shells fell.
More than ten thousand per second.
[In just one second, a third of the dozens of exoskeletons within a three-kilometer radius of you were destroyed.]
They desperately tried to escape, but how difficult was it to leave this area? Unless specially modified, an exoskeleton, with balanced development, would need to reach a function level of around 30 or higher to break the sound barrier.
[Most of these armored warriors within a three-kilometer radius can only travel at 200 meters per second. If they are one kilometer away from you, it means it will take ten seconds to escape their range; if they are two kilometers away, it will take five seconds.]
[But if one second pushed each of them to their limits, what about five seconds?]
[The survivors will be less than one-tenth, maybe even fewer!]
And this is because 90% of the shells are concentrated within a one-kilometer radius of you, and 60% are concentrated within a three-hundred-meter radius of you!
Thirty kilometers away, a colossal tower within the city is pointed directly at you. This manipulative detection device is constantly monitoring your location. As long as your manipulative power remains active, you will never escape its lock-on within a hundred kilometers.
Every millisecond, it uploads, reports, and notifies the artillery's intelligent system to calculate and calibrate, determined to annihilate you completely.
[Furthermore, it doesn't simply upload your location in real time. Because it takes at least ten seconds for a shell to travel from launch to your position, it also predicts your movement direction, guesses your high-probability locations ten seconds later, and launches high-density bombardment towards those locations.]
[If its predicted effects are accurate, even the War Dragon XI, with its near-perfect performance and comprehensive functionality, wouldn't last a minute under such bombardment, even if the pilot was an internal operator!]
[Because exoskeletons have a strength limit, no matter how fierce the manipulative force inside is, it can only allow for a power output of 150% or 200% at most, and cannot exceed its limit.]
[And once the exoskeleton is breached... the vulnerable pilot inside will be even less capable of withstanding artillery fire.]
Even a peak-level internal energy master of the second realm, when their internal energy is projected outwards to form a fighting force, would probably only be equivalent to a special-grade exoskeleton with twenty or thirty functions.
[It's not as good as the battle armor you're wearing!]
"Tsk tsk tsk, once the control system is separated from the external equipment, its combat effectiveness is only one ten-thousandth of that of the same level."
"But when paired with a 'divine machine,' its combat power immediately increases tenfold or more..."
"The difference in skill between a pilot before and after piloting a super machine can be as many as 100,000 times!"
“However, we can’t calculate it that way.” Yun Shou thought to himself, “The Divine Machine is not something that just any second-stage peak internal manipulation master can operate and unleash at 100% power. It also requires a sacred body or extremely high mental fortitude and comprehension.”
[You have decided to distinguish yourself as a genius pilot from this abandoned mining planet, using your extraordinary talent to shatter all the shackles binding the remnants of this lower realm.]
[So you're not planning to use your powerful manipulation abilities—enough to beat up a third-realm mech—to deal with these projectiles, but rather rely purely on your exoskeleton to fight.]
[Your almost inexhaustible power of manipulation, capable of leveling the entire city in just a few seconds, is completely contained within your exoskeleton, transforming into its inexhaustible energy source.]
Faced with this relentless barrage that couldn't be met head-on, you chose to move.
Even though the remote intelligent system is predicting your movements—this is a precise prediction supported by big data and artificial intelligence—it can even anticipate your intentional fast-slow movement.
But false predictions can never compare to true foresight.
In the analysis of intelligent systems, you are not like a living person with a brain and thoughts, but rather like a molecule undergoing irregular movement!
But this irregular movement just so happened to avoid being the primary target of each round of artillery fire.
[This is unbelievable. You're like a convulsing madman dancing in the rain of bullets. Although it's impossible to emerge unscathed from this continuous, spreading damage, you're always perpetually in the corner where you take the least damage.]
[Countless fragments, enough to riddle an ordinary person with bullets, flew onto the outer armor, causing zero damage or impact on the War Dragon Generation 1. Only the shockwaves from the explosions slightly affected its mere few tons of weight.]
[You charge towards an artillery position.]
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