Counterfeit Hero

The battlefield is always the place closest to hell.

When these giant warriors, like the gods of hell, are silent yet manic and violent, carrying the breath of death, strangled together crazily in the sky full of artillery fire, this is hell.

Every mecha that rushes into the enemy's position is desperately attacking. They are waving their weapons, and the energy cannons are flashing with waves of red light. They are killing people or being killed on the mountains at dusk.

In this brutal duel, there will always be a loser.

...The mechas fell down in the fire.

Some mechas were exploded into pieces by the mechas in an instant, while others became burning wrecks on the battlefield!

The mecha warriors screamed horribly in the wreckage, and blood dripped down the cracks in the deformed cabin, burning sizzling in the fire.

"Boom!" A [King Kong] was completely disintegrated in the violent explosion. The shock wave shot countless large and small mecha fragments around. The white light dispersed the gradually dimming dusk in an instant, sweeping horizontally into the distance. On the horizon, black smoke wrapped in dust rolled up, rolling around in mid-air, like a huge mushroom. Then, blood-red flames licked out with the smoke, and finally rose up, covering the battlefield. Reflected in a bright red,

In the flickering firelight, vigorous figures were shuttled at high speed. In front of them, one mecha after another stepped into the footsteps of this [King Kong].

This is a group of silent and crazy killers. They swarm together in small groups, like a group of cunning and cruel wolves, shuttling and wandering, suddenly swarming towards the prey, killing the prey as fast as possible, and then , spread out on all fours, looking for the next target.

Their speed is as fast as lightning and their attacks are as deadly as vipers.

They are cunning and ferocious. When the prey goes crazy and attacks them, they will pathetically run away with their tails between their legs. When the prey attacks their companions, they will harass you and me bite by bite. When the prey is finally exhausted. , they will turn into the bravest and cruelest wolves, tearing their prey into pieces.

This is the sharpest knife in the sharp knife battalion. There are two hundred [Hunters] at the front of the assault formation.

These gangsters, who have an absolute advantage in both mecha and tactics, have opened a gap filled with blood and fire in the formation of the mythical remnant army.

And this gap is widening as the heavy mechas on both sides are pouring out firepower like fire dragons raging crazily.

A [King Kong] finally caught up with the [Hunter] in front, and his gunfire forced the [Hunter] to escape.

[Hunter] turned around, roared and rushed towards [King Kong]. The door in his chest was already wide open, his fuselage was smoking everywhere, and his left mechanical arm was too weak to move up.

[King Kong] rushed forward, swung the knife, and the ion light knife was driven directly into the chest of [The Hunter]!

[Hunter]'s movements have been completely deformed, his body is stiff, and his speed cannot even match that of an electronic mecha! In his frantic screams, there was a sad expression and a dying struggle!

The distance is getting closer!

At the moment when [King Kong]'s sword surged out! The movements of the [Hunter] changed, like a poisonous snake swimming slowly. When a person approached it, it suddenly stretched out its body as fast as lightning.

[Hunter] disappeared from in front of the ion light knife. Seeing the opponent's speed data on the mecha computer soaring crazily, [King Kong]'s heart went cold!

He knew that the [Hunter] had already entered the empty door beneath his sword! And the ion dagger in his hand is like a gleaming fang...

[King Kong] had no way out, he smiled miserably, and the ion light knife drew an arc in the air, slashing downwards with a tragic death.

It's gone! The [Hunter] had already jumped out of the attack range.

[King Kong] stood there blankly, with an ion dagger nailed to the soles of his mecha's feet, and behind him, another [Predator] clung to his back like a shadow.

The mech predictably lost all power.

The warrior of [King Kong] watched stupidly as the previous [Hunter] took back his dagger, and then watched him return to his previous crippled appearance, struggling and stiffly heading towards the other car that was just about to join. The battle group's [King Kong] walked away.

Behind him, the sneak attack [Hunter] left silently, wandering far into the darkness, as if he had nothing to do with the disabled mecha.

"Boom!" The explosion not far away from the other side made the mythical warrior turn his head.

In his sad eyes, a [King Kong] crashed down. It was his company commander, a highly accomplished sixth-level mecha warrior!

In the raging fire, four figures dodged like ghosts, and they scattered into the night as if nothing had happened, as if this [King Kong] was just a patient who had nothing to do with him, and they were just a few passers-by who were afraid of getting into trouble!

This scene is repeated everywhere!

However, in just over ten minutes, the mythical remnant army that was swept into the sharp knife camp like a whirlwind could no longer withstand it.

Although each mythical warrior has summoned up all the remaining courage, however, when faced with an enemy that is more ferocious and powerful than the previous enemy, these courages will gradually dissipate amidst the miserable screams of his companions.

Even the belief in mortality will collapse in despair.

Mythical warriors are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying unworthy and unjustly.

The Mythical Warriors are also not afraid of the ninth-generation [Hunter] mecha that will form an overwhelming advantage over [King Kong]. They only hope that the enemy can compete with them openly.

However, such an idea turned out to be just an extravagant wish!

These Lele people are the most terrifying killers in the world, as well as the most shameful and despicable bastards!

They travel across the battlefield, splitting up and joining together, working together in a tacit understanding, with strange tactics and a well-organized and clear division of labor!

The person responsible for the temptation is posing and posing to lure the enemy, while the person responsible for the evil hand is quietly walking around like a ghost.

The guys in charge of the acting realistically drove the scarred mechas, slowly swinging in front of one "King Kong" after another, as if they would fall apart if they bumped into each other casually.

Those responsible for attracting firepower have long ignored the harassment. They use all kinds of dirty words and obscene moves to provoke them. Once they attract the enemy's attention, they immediately turn around and run away. After disrupting the enemy's formation, use speed to escape.

Those in charge of the siege suddenly gathered at high speed while wandering, like iron nails next to a magnet. In an instant, four or five ion daggers were pierced into an enemy's body at the same time. .

Those responsible for extermination look for injured enemies all over the world to attack, while those responsible for rescue lead a group of gangsters to patrol around. When they see one of their own in danger, they immediately swarm them.

They focus on the grassroots commanders of the Mythical Legion as their targets. They always use the strong to bully the weak. They are more cunning than foxes and more ferocious than wolves. They have no mercy at all. Every [King Kong] loses power. They were destroyed by them, and their dirty tricks were outrageous!

Even if they can defeat their enemies head-on in one-on-one combat, they never do so alone.

They are like a group of old maids who keep their virginity firmly between their legs, and do not even give men any chance to strike up a conversation. If there is even the slightest danger, these bitches will cover their private parts and run away screaming.

Their wolf pack tactics and their waterboss cover were used even more skillfully than the Mythical Legion.

Zero to forty!

The Shinhwa Second Regiment suffered the cruelest blow in an instant! They didn't even have a chance to destroy a [Warrior Pioneer] that was following these [Hunters] to take advantage of them!

O'Sullivan turned a blind eye to all this.

Such a situation was already doomed before launching the assault. The mechas that exploded one after another, whether Wu Luan belonged to his own people or the enemy, were just bright fireworks on his way to revenge for him at this time. !

He turned on the mecha sound, and in the soft light music, walked through the battlefield full of killing and blazing fire.

The [King Kong] guarding him were destroyed or diverted. He didn't even bother to take a look. He was walking alone in the chaotic battlefield like a robot with no feeling at all.

Some [Hunters] who tried to attack this [Walker] quickly gave up. They discovered that this [Walker], which was famous for its speed, was no slower than the [Hunter], and the one driving it was absolutely He is a speed master! Before gathering enough strength and paying enough price, don't even think about destroying this mecha that doesn't take the initiative to attack easily!

A few minutes later, O'Sullivan discovered his target...the tattered [Warcraft] that had been in front of the assault formation during the sprint, but disappeared from the mecha group at the moment of contact!

At this moment, the tattered [Warcraft] had just escaped from the pursuit of two [King Kong], and was looking for the back of another battle group's [King Kong]. Behind him, the two [King Kong] he lured were already caught in the attack of five [Hunters] and two [Honor 15].

[Warcraft] launched its attack very quickly. In the flickering fire, it quickly jumped up to the back of the [King Kong] that was pouring out firepower desperately.

[King Kong]'s attention has been completely attracted by the two wretched [Warrior Pioneers] in front of him. [Warcraft] hung on like a hunting dog. In an instant, the prey lost the ability to resist and fell to the ground. .

As [King Kong] fell to the ground, [Warcraft] jumped away like a frightened bunny. His panicked and innocent look could not be related to the murderer at all. This seemingly innocent face of evading responsibility seems to be the instinct that this wretched guy has cultivated for a long time!

The [Walkers] silently pressed into the [Warcraft].

A cold smile appeared at the corner of O'Sullivan's mouth! He didn't know if this mecha, which was extremely powerful in the battlefield records of the Desik Hunter Legion, was the fat man who once bowed down in front of him with a face full of flattery. He only knew that this man had ruined him. , and also destroyed the entire Shinhwa Group II.

The setting sun on the horizon has completely fallen into the horizon, and the fiery red clouds on the horizon have also dimmed. In just a few minutes, twilight has turned into night.

The energy muzzle of the mecha sprayed red light, and the ability bullets whizzed across, fell on the ground, and fell on the mecha, blooming fiery red. The white light of the explosion shone, and the fire on the wreckage made a roar, flickering on and off. The spotlights of the mechas that were fighting each other swayed, flashing left and right in the dark night.

The [Warcraft] who was about to launch another sneak attack suddenly became alert, and the fat man turned around. His long-term war escape experience and the intuition developed as a sniper made him understand that he was already being targeted!

In the darkness, the [Walker]'s attack was like a dazzling lightning! The moment the broken [Warcraft] just turned around, the powerful explosive power of [Walker] had already brought it to the front of [Warcraft]!

The cold blue light of the ion light knife was like a soul-catching ghost lamp, drifting towards the waist of [Warcraft].

The fat man was horrified. The joystick instantly changed four directions on the secondary engine. The engine of [Logic] made a high-pitched sound. The mecha was like a frightened fish. It suddenly ejected and moved in a twisted way. The posture is sharp and backward!

The [Walker] rushed forward, following him like a shadow, and the faint blue sword light suddenly surged, like a furious light dragon!

"Oh my god!" Mr. Pig said with his hands. The fat man's body was covered in cold sweat, and his right hand was like hail falling on the mecha's control keys. His hand speed of more than forty movements per second was like a phantom in the pale blue light of the virtual keyboard, and dozens of joint control keys were on it. Sixteen orders were combined in an instant!

"good!"

O'Sullivan didn't expect that his surprise attack would be resolved by his opponent in such a weird way. With a flick of his wrist, he flipped the ion light knife over a windmill from bottom to top in the air, and the [Walker] strode forward with a strike. With textbook precision, he stepped forward and slashed at the tattered [Warcraft] twisted into a ball on the ground!

From horizontal to split, faster than a meteor.

The fat man's soul flew into the sky, and he could see that just based on the operation of this [Walker]'s wrist, it had a hand speed of at least forty-two movements per second!

"Good mother!" The bitch was manipulating [Logic] in his hands to roll the donkey over. He shouted angrily: "F*** shameless, sneak attack!" He completely forgot about this. What I just did.

"Fuck it!" O'Sullivan was not angry at all. With the speed of the [Walker] and his control, as long as he had the upper hand, few people could escape from him. He said leisurely: "I It's a sneak attack!" As he spoke, the mecha turned around, and the blade of my light saber flashed coldly, drawing a straight deep mark on the ground, and slashed towards the tattered [Warcraft]!

"I'm good, your mother is good!" The fat man jumped furiously, [Logic] suddenly jumped up from the ground like a toad, kicked its legs weirdly in the air, and crashed into the arms of [Walker] like a missile!

When the two mechas flipped away in the violent collision, they suddenly heard the fat man's voice: "***, how dare you sneak attack your father!".

[Walker] stabilized his body, held the knife and remained silent.

No one knew the horror in O'Sullivan's heart at this moment. This was the first time that he was so easily tied even when he had the absolute upper hand. With the movements of that ragged [Warcraft], at that moment, every second Fifty movements of hand speed!

Fifty moves! This is the speed that only a ninth-level warrior who has entered the ranks of top mecha warriors can possess. In his heart, it actually appeared on this tattered [Warcraft]!

O'Sullivan suddenly felt that the cockpit of the mecha was bone-chillingly cold!

"Idiot! If you had received an empty hand just now, you would have been able to remove the balancing wings on his shoulders. You actually wasted such a good opportunity!"

In the cockpit of [Warcraft], the little kid pointed at the fat man with a look of hatred and yelled: "I don't even know what to say to you, are you a pig? Mr. Pig's hands are squeaking."

"Pah!" The fat man slapped the little kid to the floor unceremoniously, and cursed: "If I could catch anything with my empty hand, I would have used it a long time ago, and I still need you to teach me, seventy movements per second. My hand speed, come and try it!"

The little kid was speechless and climbed back onto the console in annoyance. He knew that if the fat man hadn't used the "Toad Kung Fu" among the seventy-two stunts just now, he would have been hit by the knife. He would have to use the "Toad Kung Fu". To answer "Empty Hands", it does require an absolute hand speed of 70 movements per second. For this fat man, it is basically an impossible task.

The fat man looked at the silent [Walker] in front of him and smiled innocently. He understood how much damage the "Toad Rising to the Sky" move just now, which only required thirty-five movements per second, brought to this [Walker]. Shocking, being able to use thirty-five hand speeds to reverse the situation under a forty-two hand speed attack was a complete subversion of traditional mecha combat!

The tattered [Warcraft] clapped his hands, stretched his left leg forward, bent his right leg, put his hands in a ballet-style coquettish little grass to welcome the guests, hooked his fingers at [Walker], and said softly: "Come on, I'll beat you. This unfortunate person cannot be humane!".