Orc Tyrant

Joe cursed and pressed the fire button.

The cannonball screamed out of the muzzle, and hot gas overflowed from the bolt next to the loader, making everyone who was sweating even more hot.

The sirens are masterful.

When the gun smoke hadn't dissipated, Kolobanov kept looking at the enemy's machinery. This shell hit the shoulder shield of General Mao and shattered the spliced ​​iron one after another.

After that, the flickering light faded away, and the image of a giant bipedal machine reappeared, still standing.

For a moment, Kolobanov thought that the steel **** seemed to be standing in front of him naked.

"Let's withdraw."

Although he said this, he knew it was too late.

War Commander Mao strode towards No. 41, and gradually narrowed the distance, leaving footprints deep into the ground.

The main weapon of the machine of the gods emits an angry light as red as the steel of a forge, and Kolobanov can almost hear the energy in the weapon roaring to break free.

But before the weapon fired, a shell hit its side.

Boom~~~~!

After a loud noise, a jagged spot of light formed in the place where it used to be its left arm, and then it shattered.

No. 176, which is much faster than No. 41, did not escape by itself. It even made a crucial blow. Originally, its weapon could not even wipe off the skin of General Mao, but by coincidence its shells hit. On a weapon that is fully charged.

This is why many boys prefer live ammunition weapons rather than energy weapons. The unreliable characteristics of the mechanics are fully interpreted in this weapon.

But to really defeat it, it is far from enough.

The thick fog gleamed with white light, and General Mao staggered a step, sparks sprinkled from the wreckage of his left arm to his whole body, and the debris fell to the ground like raindrops.

Its armor was rippling due to the heat, and the paint on it burned and fell off. The huge head of the **** machine sank slightly, and then it swayed like a warrior who had just received a heavy blow and was recovering.

Burning oil and sparks flowed from the cracks in the armor, and painful roars came from the half-melted horn of war.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !

Kolobanov couldn't help wondering whether this was the roaring of the machine or the roaring of the driver inside. He had heard enough of this sound this day.

After that, its head lifted, and its body stood up straight with the screaming of the heat-deformed gear.

It opened fire.

Cannonballs spewed from its remaining arms, stirring the ground in front of it, filling the air with angry thunder.

Number 176 trembled like a matchbox dancing in hail.

"go."

The voice of Captain No. 176 reached Kolobanov's ears, and at that moment he felt a cold and calm breath passing through the fury.

"You heard what I said, run with your car."

The whole world is full of vibration and noise.

"you--"

He spoke, but the words were drowned out by the roar of the explosion.

"Our track broke and the fuel tank leaked, Kolobanov."

The other party said calmly, as if he was pointing out an obvious but easily overlooked fact in daily life.

"The monster will kill everything that is left here. We can't escape... Drive your precious tank back, and kill this ugly thing if you have a chance in the future."

Even if he was wrapped in the heat of a furnace like a stove, when Kolobanov realized that he could not even remember the other's name before, he shuddered.

"Run."

The other party said it again, and then the communication was cut off.

Kolobanov was silent for a moment. He felt his heart beat once, and the shell shook the ground in response.

"let's go."

This was his last sentence tonight, and then No. 41 began to increase his horsepower to stay away from the furious steel beast, while No. 176 was an uncharacteristic super enemy rushing over, but a damaged track made it look like a Lame warrior.

None of them spoke.

The inside of No. 41 was ringing with the noise caused by the explosion, and the sound gradually faded, like the world where everyone left a long time ago-the only place that can be called home.

Suddenly, Kolobanov noticed some drops of water on the periscope, and somehow he pushed open the hatch and leaned out his upper body.

In the oncoming cold wind, the smell of gunpowder and blood was mixed with raindrops.

"It's raining……"

"Tara's ancestors, gave me a goal today."

Alexei grumbled and kissed the criss-cross family crest on his chest.

The beast in his head expressed agreement with a pious growl.

The drifter runs like a long-distance runner.

Its heavy body stretches its head forward with a bowed waist and bent back. Its arms swing back and forth with the hysteresis characteristic of giant machinery. Its thick legs also maintain a high degree of coordination. When it passes through the crater, its feet beat the ground like a drum. With the stagnant water in it.

It is hard to imagine that this is an action that a giant machine of more than ten meters can perform. It is like a living person, a whole creature.

This is a treasure from the ancient night and one of the most glorious crystallization of human civilization. In a very, very distant era, it was called the [military-grade multifunctional combat platform in the atmosphere], but after the long night, people can no longer After understanding such a name, they changed to a name that was more in line with its form——

Titan!

After the ancestors of the Citizen Temple hid in the underground military fortress, they found six such machines. Their original design was highly unified and modular. They could be modified to perform various tasks at any time. However, because of the knowledge With loss and production capacity limitations, many modules are no longer usable or unmanufactured.

However, the biggest blow is not here.

The ancestors of the Citizen Temple included a small number of soldiers who knew how to use and maintain these machines, but when they tried to activate these mechas, they found that the most critical things were missing.

The brain of the Titan is the legendary AI, and it is a military-grade AI!

As for why there is no AI in these important machines, it involves the legendary "Iron Man Chaos".

Simply put, the over-developed AI system has awakened and launched a rebellion against mankind. After a difficult victory, mankind almost destroyed most of the military-grade AI, because this kind of AI has the highest intelligence, but it also directly leads to the need to run massive amounts of data. Arms can no longer be used, they can only be piled up in the fortress to eat ashes.

However, when these titans were discovered in the Citizen Temple, the Iron Man Rebellion had been in the past for a long time, and everyone did not have any particularly strong feelings. At that time, they were still facing very serious external threats. In order to survive, they must "resurrect" this. Six Titans.

After the engineers and technicians racked their brains, they extracted a part of the civilian-grade AI from the fortress, and then integrated them together, barely making do with five sets of "monkey version" AI that can reach the military-grade AI side. , And successfully launched five Titans.

However, the monkey version is the monkey version after all. Titans with inferior AI will lose their modularity and can only conduct single-purpose operations, and the combat effectiveness is one-third of the normal level.

But just like that, the sixth set of AI can't make up the life and death, and the last Titan is sealed up.

Until a mysterious person got online with the Citizen Temple and said that a military-grade AI could be obtained, but the price was that they had to come and support the war.

That mysterious man is naturally the shadow prince of the East Benedict Empire...