The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Ahhhh! Help! Help!"

The cold iron fist came towards him, but the congressman had no strength, let alone the courage, to struggle.

The only thing he could do, the only thing he did, was to raise his voice and place his hope in the real gods and non-existent "friends".

Suddenly, his eyes that kept wandering around due to nervousness caught a flash of blue - as if it were a real miracle, countless blue afterimages flashed in the void, and then, a petite girl with short hair stood in front of him, but With a light throw over his shoulder, the mecha that rushed towards him was thrown to the other side of the podium.

"Xie'er!"

The congressman heard the girl gently calling the name, and then stretched her right hand to the side.

"呲——"

Suddenly there was a scratch on the girl's right wrist, and a large amount of blood gushes out, but it is not an unordered spurt, but under the pull of a gentle force, it quickly gathers into a handful of blood-red blood, which is even bigger than the girl's. The sickle is taller than the whole person.

Probably due to the loss of blood, the girl's skin turned sickly pale, but she proved with actual actions that this level would not affect the battle at all - she didn't even look back, she just swept her right hand back casually, and the congressman only felt the pain at the back of her collar. As soon as he let go, his butt was already on the ground.

"Ahhh! My tail bone!"

The congressman covered his buttocks with his hands and rolled on the podium. He had only rolled twice before his forehead hit something hard. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the head of a mecha.

Raising his head slightly, the humanoid mecha that he had been humiliating half a minute ago stopped operating in an incomplete posture - the right arm was missing from the elbow joint, and there was nothing left on the shoulders that were wider and thicker than normal humans.

At this time, a shadow was cast in front of him. He raised his head and saw the girl holding a giant scythe in front of him and asking without looking back:

"Mr. Congressman, are you okay?"

The girl's gentle whisper made the congressman relax a little, but the strong smell of blood from the giant scythe made him lose the strength to clench his fists. He wanted to answer, but when he opened his mouth to take a breath, he immediately fell into Continuously retching.

In a daze, the sound of clashing weapons continued to sound, but Mr. Congressman's mind was blank.

No anger, no confusion, no fear, just a blank slate.

But the reason for the blank space was not bravery, but simply a lack of reaction.

When he raised his head again, he found that the mecha that had been thrown to the other side of the podium by Xi'er had climbed up again and rushed towards him. He immediately screamed, crawled forward in a hurry, and grabbed it in panic. It hurt Xi'er's ankle.

"Eh?"

Xi'er, who was fighting three mechas alone, staggered. If St. Mark Xi'er hadn't taken over the body in time, kicked away the congressman's hand, and then volleyed sideways, Xi'er's head would have faced the fist of the mecha. .

The congressman didn't see this, or in other words, he only had eyes for the mecha that had rushed in front of him.

Suddenly, with the elegant music playing in his mind, a sense of tranquility flashed through his heart again.

[Is this the end of my magnificent life? No wonder those guys in Washington are willing to fund so much. I’m so stupid. Really, those idiots must have known that they would encounter such danger...]

"when!"

Just when the congressman was about to close his eyes in despair and accept his end, another taller woman with short hair stood in front of him, using an arm that was as slender as a match compared to the iron arm of the mecha. He landed the first punch of the mecha.

Then, under the shocked eyes of the congressmen, a ten-second boxing match began between the woman and the mecha. The mecha followed the programmed boxing rules carefully, but was invariably beaten by the brown man Short hair is avoided with the simplest, smallest movements. While dodging, the woman continued to make fist shadows that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. When she suddenly stopped her hand, what appeared in front of Mr. Congressman were the pitted armor on the surface of the mecha, and the constantly tilting sparks at the joints. .

"Don't worry for now, whether it's for your safety or... we will do our best to protect you, even though we don't even have weapons... Heh, it will really cause trouble for people."

Under the shocked gaze of the congressman, the brown-haired woman blinked her blood-red eyes, quickly smoothed out every wrinkle on the maid's uniform, and then kicked the mecha in front of her that had been blasted by her hands to lie down. On the ground, he raised his legs again and stepped on the mecha's chest. The sharp heel easily broke through the outer armor, avoiding the mecha's Honkai Energy reactor and directly destroying the central processor. Then, she grabbed the two arms of the mecha, straightened her waist and pulled back, directly tearing off the two arms of the mecha.

After waving casually, the woman in maid uniform turned her head with a smile and whispered in a cold and distant but indeed gentle tone:

"Okay, now the weapon problem is solved."

The congressman raised his head tremblingly and saw cold and distant eyes that were completely opposite to that gentle and elegant smile. The bright red color in his eyes reminded him unconsciously of the giant scythe filled with the smell of blood in the hands of another girl. For a moment, the retching became uncontrollable again.

At this moment, another boy and a girl jumped onto the podium. The four of them pulled the three guys from Washington to the congressmen, and then the four of them formed a circle and protected them in the middle. .

"Anna, Chen, just find something, as long as it can be used, use it as a weapon for the time being. In such a chaotic situation, we can't expect much effective support from Bronya."

Rita reminded her softly, then waved her arms that were removed from the mecha to face the oncoming mecha.

"It doesn't matter, almost all of my body can be used as a weapon."

The gloomy and taciturn young man glanced at Rita, then took off one of his arms and handed it to the girl beside him.

There is no Valkyrie armor, no weapons, and no artificial stigmata. For Valkyrie, especially for Valkyrie Rita who is supposed to be the strongest Valkyrie present and has no natural stigmata, the current situation is, She is only slightly better than the average person.

Rita herself had no idea whether she could hold on or how long she could hold on. In particular, the group of congressmen on the podium were not the only ones attacked by mechas, but that was all they could protect.

"boom!"

Before her attack could reach her, a beam of light cut through the space and penetrated the mecha in front of her.

Rita quickly wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead, and Bronya's support was as expected. The attack of this girl who could not fully exert the power of the Herrscher of Reason was accurate enough, but she could not take into account the huge number of mechas.

[Although it is a bit embarrassing for an S-class Valkyrie to think this way, Himeko-senpai, I can only look at you now. 】

Rita's voice sounded directly in Jizi's mind through the mental communication channel. However, all this Valkyrie with extremely rich combat experience could do for a moment was to punch the concrete railing hard.

Oh, she is not even a Valkyrie now. The serum has taken away the erosion of the Honkai energy on her body, making her body more fragile than before. The exact extent of the weakening is unknown, but at least this casserole The big fist struck down without causing any damage to the cement railing. On the contrary, her fist was bruised in many places, making her look somewhat embarrassed.

Taking a long breath, Jizi took a step back - not for any special reason, she just didn't want to see the miserable plight of ordinary people squeezed by mechas.

Turning her head, Guinevere among the other three people on the roof was holding the telescope and muttering something unknown in her mouth. She just kept walking in circles, not knowing what she could do.

The intern named Kruger closed his eyes tightly, his lips moved silently, and he kept crossing himself on his chest with his hands, looking surprisingly pious.

The one who was under the greatest pressure was undoubtedly Su. Almost at the same time as Xi'er rushed to the podium, under Ji Zi's order, this pioneer who rarely spoke and perhaps didn't even know what rejection was, after 50,000 years, , once again launched a super large-scale mental interference.

The golden light spread with him as the center, covering tens of thousands of people. He closed his eyes, remained silent, and no longer moved, but in the space of consciousness, he seemed to be a god in the true sense. The voice sounded in everyone's mind, forcibly suppressing the fear and anxiety in their hearts, and controlling thousands of people at the same time - half to maintain order and evacuate, and the other half to fight against the out-of-control forces. Mecha.

But he was not a real god after all. Just like countless times in the past, he tried his best and once again reached the limit of his [human] life, but still could not change the tragedy in front of him.

[Are we going to liberate the attitude of "artificial collapse" here? 】

It doesn't seem like an option worth hesitating about.

But before making a decision, Su heard Ji Zi's mumbling.

She seemed to be explaining something to the people present, or talking to herself:

"No, no. Guinevere, you were originally the weapons operator of the anti-entropy mecha unit, right? This type of humanoid mecha cannot have a driver. It must be a remote control model, right? Although it is Remote control, but this is not a battlefield. Generally speaking, the controllers and control terminals behind these mechas must be nearby, and as long as the main terminal is found, there should be some key or the like that can be controlled by the terminal. All the mechas have stopped functioning, right?"

"Eh?"

It took two or three seconds for Guinevere to realize that she was the target of Jizi's continuous questions.

Obviously, the mecha levels of Destiny and Anti-Entropy have many similarities due to some well-known reasons, but they are not completely consistent. Without understanding the overall organization of the anti-entropy mecha unit, Jizi can only I relied on my own understanding of the Destiny Mecha Troops to make inferences, but there was indeed someone present, one person who could give a definite judgment——

"Yes! That's it!"

Guinevere was so excited that she didn't wait for Himeko's next instruction. She glanced around, ignoring the similarly tall buildings around her, and finally turned her attention to the shopping plaza.

"It's there! It can only be there!"

The girl pointed in the distance, her words were broken but extremely firm. In fact, the missing subject did not hinder Jizi's understanding.

However, Guinevere, who did not take this into consideration, gave the reasons to support her judgment as quickly as possible:

"The application environment of the mecha does not require a large control range, and whether it is for the purpose of quickly deploying and transferring terminals, or considering the number of operators and terminals, the most likely location is the first floor of the supermarket!"

UAVs are generally controlled in two ways. The first is to use a very small number of command mechas to control a large number of unmanned aerial vehicles. In the battle at Tianming Headquarters, tens of thousands of mechas completed the feat of crossing the Atlantic from the North American continent in this way.

But the thousands of mechas at his feet are all of the same model, and cannot be equipped with a command system, so the only possibility is what Jizi said - deploying a specially-made position.

On a real battlefield, "positions" are generally deployed at higher altitudes in order to pursue higher quality and control range. It is even possible to directly deploy terminals and operators on aerospace battleships like Hyperion.

But at this moment, the deployment range of mechas on the field is not large, and they are not performing complex combat tasks. Considering the weight and number of terminals, it would be too troublesome to deploy them in high-rise buildings. It can even be said that with conventional It is simply impossible to do it in a short period of time. Thinking from this perspective, the first floor of the supermarket is the most suitable place no matter how you look at it.

Close to the site, signal transmission obstacles are almost non-existent and the area is huge enough to accommodate a three-digit mecha control team.

As for the most important point...

"There is indeed a key that forcibly stops all mecha activities, but it is changed regularly. I left the mecha force for almost a year, long ago... and it is impossible for the federal mechas and anti-entropy to use the same set."

"Well, you're right. I spared no effort to explore the location. The mecha's operation team was indeed there, but they had already tried using the key to pause the mecha's activities. As expected, it had no effect. "

Su's voice sounded faintly, but it solemnly announced the fact that "this road is blocked."

Jizi's expression suddenly became haggard, but she regained her composure almost instantly. She was not the type to give up easily. Since she was helpless, she had to fight to the end, even if she was dying. It doesn't matter whether it's a struggle or a pointless resistance.

"Guinevere, Mr. Kruger, please come with me, no matter what, you have to..."

"No. It doesn't have to be."

As if hearing Jizi's call, the intern was finally willing to stop the meaningless act of crossing the cross.

But what came out of his mouth were words of rejection.

However, the "no" in his mouth is not simply giving up.

"Things haven't reached the point where we need to fight to the death. Besides, it's sixty stories high. How long will it take you to run down in such a hurry? How will you cross the sea of ​​people and enter the first floor of the supermarket behind the podium."

Facing Ji Zi's gaze, Kruger's lips wriggled twice with difficulty. Those who didn't know thought he was showing off his ventriloquism skills.

"Every batch of mechas supplied to the federal government has been personally inspected by Dr. Tesla."

Krueger spoke with a straight face about facts that most people in Counter-Entropy were unaware of.

"I don't think Dr. Tesla is the kind of person who would deliberately please the federal government. The reason for doing this may be just to prevent someone from tampering with the mecha to sow discord between Anti-Entropy and the federal government, but it may also be possible. "Did Dr. Tesla set some programs in the mecha that shouldn't be there? Such as self-destruction programs, etc. You can find out by calling the communication."

"so……"

Ji Zi's heart calmed down in an instant.

It's a big gamble, but it doesn't matter. If you lose, you won't lose anything more.

"I will contact Dr. Tesla now, but what are you going to do..."

Before Ji Zi finished speaking, Kruger casually spread his hands:

"I don't know, but the forerunners of previous civilizations should have a way, right?"

Their eyes met, Su quickly closed his eyes, nodded and said:

"I will use telekinesis to catapult you directly into the supermarket opposite. But now my power is limited, and telekinesis is not my strength. Sending two people there is the limit. Let Mr. Kruger stay here."

Su Yilian told half-truths and half-false lies seriously, and for Jizi, she had no way of distinguishing the truth from the forerunner's words. Having said that, Su actually didn't need to do anything, nothing.

"In this case, let me contact Dr. Tesla instead. If there is such a self-destruct program...well, I hope so."

With some kind of tacit understanding, while Su was nagging, Kruger took out two more pistols from the trouser pocket where he had taken out the telescope, and half forcefully gave them to Himeko and Guinevere. Then he took the cell phone with the dialed number from Ji Zi's hand.

"Although those people probably want to end this tragedy as soon as possible, I'm afraid they won't be kind to you because of this."

Then, when Jizi pulled the squealing Guinevere to stand on the concrete railing, before she could give any hint to start, she felt that her body was wrapped in a strange force and flew up.

In the blink of an eye, the floor-to-ceiling glass on the third floor of the supermarket appeared in front of her. Jizi only had time to curl up and try to protect Guinevere in her arms, but the window in front of her shattered on its own the moment before it was touched.

The invisible force that enveloped her body dissipated. Jizi held Guinevere in her arms, rolled along with the inertia, and successfully entered the supermarket.

The noisy voices drowned out the sound of broken glass. Ji Zi crawled to the railing and looked down. The dark uniforms made the group of people look more like ants on a hot pot.

…………

"Beep...beep..."

The busy tone played repeatedly on the receiver of the mobile phone, and Kruger leaned lightly on the railing, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

Before Tesla answered, he said in a neither gentle nor serious voice:

"I originally wanted to take action myself, but it seems like you have something to tell me."

Su slowly opened her eyes, then slowly turned her head, silently staring at this familiar yet unfamiliar man.

He didn't seem to want to speak, but it didn't matter to "Kruger". After all, he himself had questions that he had to ask:

"He obviously has the ability to save people, but he does nothing. This is not the Dr. Su I know."

He deliberately pronounced the accent on the word "doctor".

"So, Doctor Su, what do you want to do?"

"No matter in which sense, I am still more accustomed to your previous appearance, Mi..."

Su's answer came to an abrupt end, in sync with the busy tone on the receiver. The next moment, Tesla's signature loud voice sounded from the receiver.