Life Game In Other World
Chapter 362: Is there a possibility... (Please follow, favorite, and vote for the monthly ticket)

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Is there a possibility... (Please follow, favorite, and vote for the monthly ticket)

Before He Ao could react, another team descended from the sky. Piloting small combat mechs emblazoned with the insignia of the Mining Consortium’s rail mine carts, they dropped from heaven.

These combat mechs were not in formation; leading them were a few D-level mechs, followed by E-level and even F-level mechs.

The foremost D-level mech, roughly a dozen meters tall, landed in front of He Ao and tossed to him a mechanical device, about sixty to seventy centimeters wide, shaped like a bat with outstretched wings.

The lower end of the device had two circular jet ports, and from its sides extended something akin to a waist belt.

"Kid, this is a mini flying machine," a middle-aged man’s voice came from inside the mech. "Strap it on, and the moment we engage, run towards my back."

"This gadget is great for saving your skin. Just put the belt around your waist; it’ll lock automatically," continued the voice.

He Ao sheathed his twin swords and reached out to catch the machine. His movement was swift, the mech closest to him didn’t even have time to react.

The machine was quite heavy, nearly ninety pounds, making He Ao feel its weight in his hand, but his body didn’t budge an inch.

Actually, He Ao didn’t need to catch it—the device was designed to prevent damage from falls and would automatically hover when dropping rapidly.

But that consumed a lot of energy.

In fact, without the middle-aged man’s instructions, He Ao knew how to operate the machine. He strapped the belt around himself and expertly began adjusting the settings, then connected it to his wristband via wireless network. This way, Eve could help him intelligently adjust the output power at the right time to maintain maximum endurance.

With a buzzing sound, the machine activated, and a surge of flames erupted, lifting He Ao into the air.

A streak of light swept across the back of the machine, sketching the brilliant insignia of Stars City—the Nolanka Group’s logo.

The emblem flashed only briefly before swiftly fading out.

Essentially, the insignia was useless; it was just a decorative light effect that also increased energy consumption, so He Ao immediately turned it off.

The flying machine had been designed during his time at Vian High School and later became Nolanka Group’s best-selling civilian flying machine.

It was capable of performing maneuvers that only high-end professional equipment could, and it was popular throughout the Federation.

Although He Ao wasn’t planning to run away, the flying machine indeed greatly enhanced his agility.

The middle-aged man controlling the mech watched He Ao’s movements and thoughtfully glanced at the colossal Hell Apostle Mech standing in front of He Ao, confronting Vinc.

By now, the mechs belonging to the Mining Consortium had also surrounded them. The man turned back and emphasized again, "Kid, the moment we start fighting, you run. Make sure you understand, don’t run now. Running now will make you an easy target for concentrated fire."

He Ao looked at the gigantic Hell Apostle Mech; if he hadn’t misheard, the voice belonged to his brother who had disappeared for two years, and these people seemed to be with his brother.

In these two missing years, his brother seemed to have encountered some kind of adventure.

He opened his mouth and whispered, "Actually..."

"Oh, you bunch of jumping bugs have come out too?" Vinc’s voice, amplified through the mech’s loudspeaker, drowned out his words. "Good, let’s settle this today."

He reached back over his shoulder and instantly drew two massive swords, slashing at his brother’s mech that was shielding He Ao.

Each Hell Apostle was equipped with two gigantic swords stored on their backs.

Simultaneously, the remaining three Hell Apostle Mechs also attacked his brother; the D-level Mechanically Modified Persons and small mechs charged as well.

Clang—

His brother drew his sword to block Vinc’s incoming attack.

The small Mecha standing beside He Ao also charged out fiercely, heading towards the enemy,

"Kid, now’s the time, run!"

He Ao, carrying his twin swords, looked helplessly at these people suddenly battling in a frenzy.

The Hell Apostle Mechs’ loudspeakers were really loud, and as soon as Vinc spoke, he completely drowned out He Ao’s voice.

With the addition of his fourth brother and his buddies, the people Vinc brought could no longer exert an overwhelming pressure on He Ao.

But He Ao couldn’t possibly just walk away. Among those who came, only his fourth brother had a C-level Mech. It would be one against four, and the others were far weaker than Vinc’s underlings.

If He Ao really left, these people would most likely be annihilated.

He Ao didn’t know where his fourth brother had come from, but that was a question for later.

He raised his swords, the flight mechanism at his back ignited, turning into a streak of brilliance through the night sky, rushing into the battlefield.

At that moment, in the internal communication channel of the mutual aid society, the middle-aged man said to the communicator, "Yvo, your brother doesn’t seem so weak."

"Did he run out?"

The excited voice of a young man came through the communicator, and he seemed to be in a state of elation, having just realized that a family member was still alive, "He’s been amazing since he was little, and he’ll be even more amazing if he can grow up. It’s a pity I won’t see it."

"No, he hasn’t run out yet, I mean..."

The middle-aged man looked up outside the cockpit, where a blood-soaked young man stood with his back to him, holding twin swords crossed, cleaving a D-level Mechanically Modified Person into four parts.

The energy core of the Modified Person was destroyed, and a violent explosion sounded with a bang. Before the explosion began, the young man had already maneuvered the flying mechanism to turn away from the blast zone with an elegant aerial maneuver.

He seemed to notice that the middle-aged man was watching him, nodded slightly to him, and flew deeper into the battle.

The middle-aged man looked down at the communicator, "Is there a possibility... that he’s already really amazing..."

"Hahaha, after all, he’s my little brother," laughed the voice on the other side of the communicator, "Merck, don’t keep praising him. He’s still a child. If we live to go back, he’ll get too haughty knowing you praised him so much. Kids shouldn’t be spoiled too much."

Merck looked up, watching the young man effortlessly killing Mechanically Modified People like slaughtering chickens, entering the battlefield with explosions and fire, and was at a loss for words.

There was silence on his end, and the other end of the communicator, which was clearly caught up in a tense battle, shut down the communication.

Yvo’s Mecha moves were extremely smooth, blocking the attacks of four Mechs in a short time.

Controlling a Mecha is a very complicated matter, relying on a handful of mechanical control rods to make this huge mechanical creature move like a human, which really tests the pilot’s talent and physical conditioning.

Mecha pilots are all one-in-a-hundred talents, but their operation of the Mechs can only be described as smooth; they can’t perform the various delicate movements like a human.

The top Mecha pilots can manipulate their Mechs as though they were living beings.

Obviously, Nell’s fourth brother is such a person.

He Ao looked in surprise at his fourth brother, who was nimbly darting between the four Mechs; he really didn’t expect his brother had this move up his sleeve.

But even so, his fourth brother was still in danger, because Vinc was also a pilot who could manipulate the Mecha like an extension of his body.

Even his ability to control the Mecha was much stronger than that of his brother.

After taking down a Mechanically Modified Person nearby, He Ao plunged headfirst into the battlefield with the five massive Mechs.