Orc Tyrant

"So the new Mao Jingang hasn't been in place?"

Okimid murmured as he twisted the heavy lever.

"It looks like they are busy arguing with themselves."

Then Da Jiba waved his dissatisfaction with the abandoned city mechanic gang from his mind, and continued to move forward.

From time to time, he turns the head of his car and swings the detector back and forth.

Due to its huge weight, every step his mecha takes, it will trample the ruins under his feet into dust.

He needs to check every road leading to the battlefield to prevent encountering other obstacles. A few days ago, he had already fought against the wanderers in the Citizen Temple. King Mao had suffered a certain amount of trauma. Although it was quickly dealt with, Some weapon systems have not been fully restored.

Until now, there are still a large group of mechanics working overtime in the belly of Mao Jingang.

He felt a large rock cracking under Mao Jingang's feet, and the sensory analog device magnified his body senses to the same scale as Mao Jingang.

The heavy strides of Oktitan, whose whole body was painted silvery white, shook the earth, and the barrel-shaped armor shell was full of dents, cracks and burn marks, showing the severe challenges it encountered not long ago.

At the core of the machinery, the farts maintain the operation of the huge reactor. They wear relatively simple protective clothing, move slowly and lazily, and need the technicians on the side to constantly spur and kick to barely complete the work.

Behind the control room, the electric arc crackled on a huge transformer, which was connected to the central sensor by several meters of cables and the iron grille behind the command room.

In the harsh crackling sound, blue electric light burst out from the transformer, and spread out like ripples along the pipes hanging above the head.

Steam, sparks, and rolling firefighters have always been the most common sights in the interior of Mao King Kong.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Okimid blinked his eyes when he felt a shock coming back from the detector. It was a brief impression that something was moving on the far border of the line of sight.

There is still one kilometer away from the destination, but the roar of artillery is clearly audible.

He focused his attention on the display panel corresponding to that area in the cockpit, and kept zooming in on the image, trying to find out what he found.

"that's it?"

When the detector detected that a certain big guy, a certain size far surpassing Mao's warrior, was emitting electromagnetic energy like a spider, he couldn't help cursing secretly.

For a very brief moment, it seemed as if countless other signals appeared along with that energy.

Everything is fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes as if it never existed.

The scene suddenly appeared and then disappeared suddenly.

Okimid became unsure, he didn't know if he really saw anything.

In order to enhance the perception of the battlefield, Ojimede modified the detector to a certain extent. It was connected to the sensory hardware on the Ojimede helmet through a spinal cord plug.

But this only speeds up the reaction. The analysis of the received image itself is still a kind of speculation, a mixture of intuition and facts.

In any case, it is difficult to confirm anything in this area that has been shrouded in smoke and wind. The heat and radiation leaked from the battlefield have seriously affected the accuracy of the detector.

At this time, the spider-like flash appeared again.

This time he was certain that Okimid was sure he saw something.

Something is there.

"Okimid, do you see that big thing."

Suddenly, the communicator heard the voice of Ting Wei leader Kundera Ka.

"I'm not sure, but it looks like it is coming from the other side."

"Not sure? Didn't you see it, such a big thing."

Okimid bit his breathing tube and waited for the induction signal to be sent back again so that he could report more precise information.

However, the signal sent back by the recording detector remains unchanged like background radiation.

However, he can be sure that no matter what it is over there, it will not be something weaker than the previous encounter with the Titan Wandering in the Citizen Temple.

"probably……"

Without blurting his words, the entire control room began to shake violently.

The first warning Ojimed received was the explosion of the transformer in a wave of flames and a current leaping around the side of a whip.

Directly in front of him, a volley of laser firepower as powerful as a hammer pierced the smoke and dust that enveloped the battlefield, as if hundreds of lightning tore the rock to pieces, instantly pierced the armor plate on the left side of Mao Jingang, and Melt it into a pool of molten iron.

The display in front of Da Jiba immediately dimmed to protect his eyes from being dazzled by the strong light.

But before the explosion, he witnessed the attacker's figure.

The enemy's body is almost as huge as the King Kong. It is spherical and draped in heavy armor. The scarlet paint seems to have been baptized by blood. On both sides of the body are two pairs of deformed weapon arms. In addition to long-range weapons, it also Equipped with an exaggerated large axe, countless soft

The soft metal tentacles curled up on its shoulders like the tail of a scorpion.

On its front, a group of triple-packed convex blister hoods flashed like malicious eyes, hot yellow rays of hatred and death burst out of it, and a large number of pale skulls were inlaid around it.

The white heat caused by the explosion concealed the unknown attacker. When the white light faded and Mao Jingang's automatic sensing system was restored, the war machine had disappeared.

The swept smoke and dust once again obscured the view.

Suddenly, Mao Jingang has adjusted to the strongest posture, the generator that powers the weapon is quickly operating, and the high-energy battery of the energy shield has also switched to the combat mode.

The situation seems a bit out of control.

"Okimid! Have you noticed the situation now? I saw it as if it opened fire on you!"

"of course."

Da Jiba yelled angrily.

"It's weird that this thing can avoid sensor scanning."

"Then can you handle it!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I will break it into scrap immediately!"

O'Keemid cursed inwardly, then shrugged, the huge body King just started to move.

He was sitting on the command seat, leaning forward, raising his arms, and constantly twisting his head, searching for the enemy's war machine.

What is that thing?

He was very curious, why this new type of shrimp machinery can evade its scanning?

When he recalled the dead light in the blister-shaped sensor of that war machine, he couldn't help but shudder.

He felt that the thing seemed to be dismissive of him after looking at him.

This thought angered him again. He could feel the raging anger in Mao King Kong meshed with his feelings like gears, and they all wanted to vent their anger on the attackers.

And he must disassemble the thing properly, knowing the key to its ability to be "invisible".

At the same time, the Holy Blood Army wearing a red cloak took a ruthless pace through the shattered building complex and caught fire with the special warriors who were trying to defend the racecourse.

Seeing the opposing infantry group, Okimid's heart moved, and a torrent of lasers leaned out of Mao Jingang's right arm, and the earth burst into a storm of metal and mud.

The corpses of the enemy flew up into the sky like a fountain, and dozens of enemy soldiers were blown into a cloud of broken meat and boiling blood.

A burst of bullets hit him like a hurricane, and he did not back down.

He was confident enough to engage in the energy shield of Mao Jingang. Just now, he suffered from underestimating the enemy. In order to save energy, he did not activate the energy shield in advance.

Now after it is turned on, the firepower from the enemy can't even cause ripples.

Mao King Kong is advancing steadily amid the angry whistle, powerful laser beams, amazing cannonballs, and roaring rockets, constantly shooting out from each weapon group, and converging on those enemy groups. Come together.

The attacking Holy Blood Army was wrapped in a storm of flames, and was annihilated in an instant, leaving no residue.

Okimid stepped forward over the still burning wreck, and behind the control room, the arc jumped around inside the transformer wreck of the secondary explosion that still occurred from time to time.

The farts are hurriedly repairing.

But where did the war machine that did all these "good things" hide?