Abyss Solo
Chapter 324 - 157 Fierce Battle at Landing Point Number 3!

Chapter 324: 157 Fierce Battle at Landing Point Number 3!

Three minutes ago.

Inside the aircraft encapsulating the mecha, Yang Ming directly endured the ultra-high-speed pressure without feeling any abnormality in his body.

The live stream of the White Ghost had officially started.

The live stream was divided into two perspectives, with the main view from above and behind the mecha. After Lyu’s preliminary calibration, this perspective could overlook all the actions of the mecha without a distorted sense of scale.

The secondary view of the live stream shared what Yang Ming could see. The mecha’s visual system was connected to the "White Ghost Helmet" worn by Yang Ming.

This close combat mecha had taken a lot of Lyu’s effort and was the first batch of test prototypes from the Dark Star Shipyard, exclusively for Yang Ming’s use.

The power system used relatively mature technology, with a total of twenty-six primary and secondary nozzles.

A six-meter class mecha couldn’t be equipped with too much firepower.

In the choice of combat systems, this mecha was even more radical, with its only long-range firepower being an optional independent laser cannon.

All other combat capabilities were reflected in its close-range light blades.

The main weapon was the sword hilt over a meter long on the back, with joints on the lower limbs and upper limbs capable of deploying alloy barbs. The legs concealed a retractable heavy hammer, the left arm was equipped with a high-energy ion jet port, most lethal within ten meters, and the right arm was equipped with a Defense Light Blade Emitter.

The advantage of sacrificing long-range firepower was the extra energy battery installation slots, making its energy shield more robust.

During testing at the Dark Star Base, this mecha system’s shield could withstand a direct blast from a hundred-meter-class warship main cannon - well, only for six seconds.

Why sacrifice long-range firepower?

It was simple. Yang Ming designed this mecha with the initial intent of combating the Insect Race.

Long-range firepower inflicted limited damage on the Insect Race. Laser guns were less effective than kinetic weapons, and Yang Ming only needed to consider endurance, protection, and agility in these primary aspects.

What if the mecha got destroyed?

Yang Ming could choose particle transmission to evacuate or wield the Light Sword directly.

This mecha employed a lot of cutting-edge black technology, but also had some less user-friendly aspects, such as the cockpit design.

At this moment, the mecha was fully folded, riding a hypersonic aircraft to the battlefield. Yang Ming could only maintain a squat position, legs curled, arms hugging his chest, and the helmet also felt somewhat stifling.

It was quite frustrating.

The aircraft was one minute away from the Imperial Marine Corps’ landing point.

Yang Ming took several deep breaths, and in the lower right corner of the helmet’s view, rapidly scrolling comments appeared.

He had to remain silent from now on and couldn’t contact Lyu. Any sound he made would be live-streamed throughout the Sherman Empire.

"Turn off the comments."

Yang Ming said in a processed, deep voice, and the comments in the lower right corner immediately disappeared.

The live-streaming rooms, splitting amongst hundreds, instantly saw a sparse screen of live comments; the audience, who spent three thousand Empire Coins for a full holographic view, dared not even breathe heavily.

This was the voice of the White Ghost.

A deep irritation grew within Yang Ming’s heart.

Before him, the starry sky appeared again in a blur, and this time, he saw countless swarms of insects and the bloated Mother Worm, hundreds of meters long.

"Go to Empire’s landing point No. 3, initiate blood weakening mode."

Yang Ming’s voice resounded again, guiding the aircraft’s end.

A brutal ground battlefield appeared in Yang Ming’s main view, synchronized after a few milliseconds of delay with the distribution stream rooms.

The comments grew even sparser.

The onslaught of war scenes severely shocked the spirits of ordinary people.

Insect Swarm!

Insect Swarm everywhere!

Giant insects covered the sky and ground, swarming toward the landing point. A few thousand Empire soldiers, just beginning their offensive, built a slaughtering web with their weapons.

Bright green blood continuously spurted. Mutilated insects relentlessly charged forward.

If not for the ion beams tearing the clouds apart, blasting vast swathes of insects to prevent the swarm from fully advancing, this landing point would be untenable.

Yang Ming observed for only ten seconds when two defense lines were nearly breached; it was only with the rear attack boats and landing boats providing fire support that barely held the line.

Soldiers shouted.

Soldiers roared.

Soldiers clutched their guns and cannons, weaving their roars into a barrage, trying to drive back the swarms.

Landing point No. 5 was overrun.

Landing point No. 12 was overrun.

The insect swarm was almost unstoppable, and the soldiers engaged in amphibious assaults were like campfires threatened by waves at any moment.

The automatic detection systems across various live-stream platforms attempted to shut this stream down, but only a small portion of servers went offline.

At this moment!

"Disengage the aircraft, prepare for recovery."

Yang Ming growled, his voice growing increasingly agitated.

The missile-shaped aircraft’s engines shut off as the lower cabin doors opened, and the mecha, still in its curled state, dropped straight down. The aircraft swiftly flew upwards to escape the battlefield area.

Inside the mecha cockpit.

Yang Ming took a deep breath and slipped his hands into the left and right control gloves, planted his feet into the iron-boot-like foot control sets, and two lines of code flashed across the helmet as the rushing wind of the descent roared in his ears.

Yang Ming extended his limbs simultaneously!

The mecha unfolded!

The curled-up mecha stretched its body, a six-meter-tall metal giant spreading its four limbs towards the ground, its square, compact, tens-of-probes-integrated head popped out from its chest.

The hovering balance system initiated.

The propulsion system for near-ground use initiated.

The Light Shield initiated.

Under the gaze of several soldiers below, the mecha flipped half a turn in the air, adjusting to a standing position.