Life Game In Other World
Chapter 797: Curtain in the Dark (Super Long - , Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 797: Chapter 797: Curtain in the Dark (Super Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The activated plasma cannon almost hit the intertwined energy cells on the Hell Apostle mech’s body the instant it charged into the main gun, causing it to explode.

The violent battery explosion disrupted the balance of the high-energy particle stream inside the Sky Behemoth’s main cannon that was just about to fire.

An even more spectacular explosion erupted from the massive cannon’s muzzle, and the roaring heat wave blew the pure white mech away like an uncontrolled paper airplane in a violent gust of wind.

Sitting in the violently shaking control room, He Ao desperately pulled on the control stick to make the mech retreat with the wind, moving away from the core area of the explosion.

In fact, he had not expected this strike to be successful.

Vian actually didn’t have the blueprints for the Sky Behemoth, but he had seen the kind of massive compressed plasma cannon installed on the Sky Behemoth, the main cannon of the Adam type 1, which was modeled after this class of main gun.

He Ao’s action of charging at the main gun was truly dangerous, as such main guns actually have a safety reflux setting for counterattacks.

If he had been a second faster, and the main gun hadn’t finished charging, then the explosion from the plasma cannon combined with the high-performance battery would have triggered the main gun’s safety reflux device. This would have redirected the filled energy within the main gun, preventing it from exploding.

However, if he had been a second slower and the main gun had finished charging and fired, he would have been directly hit as he charged towards the main gun. With a C-level body strength, being hit head-on by the main cannon of a Sky Behemoth would leave not even a corpse behind.

Even for a B-level, with weak defenses, being hit by this cannon would at least result in severe, life-threatening injuries.

Only by igniting the high-performance batteries at the very moment before the main gun was about to fire, and then using the explosion of the five high-performance mech batteries as a ’fuse’ to disturb the internal structure of the main gun, causing the ’shell’ within the main gun to explode internally, could he have achieved the effect of now destroying the Sky Behemoth.

The greatest damage did not come from the batteries He Ao deployed but from the main gun of the Sky Behemoth itself.

During the avoidance process earlier, He Ao had been calculating in his mind the charging time of the main gun, pinpointing the crucial moment.

The process of escape was also extremely dangerous.

If He Ao himself hadn’t been a C-level Transcendent, even extremely weakened, able to burst out with C-level strength in an extremely short time, and had destroyed the cockpit canopy of the Hell Apostle earlier, he wouldn’t have been able to jump out of the mech and escape in such a short amount of time.

Of course, if Eve’s local program couldn’t have reliably controlled the Fallen Angel mech, it wouldn’t have been able to catch him, let alone control the subsequent firing.

If it were any ordinary mech pilot, even a D-level Transcendent, they likely wouldn’t have been able to escape at all and ultimately would have just plunged into the burning main gun.

Human attention is limited, and Transcendent mech pilots are a rarity. C-level mech pilots are even rarer, not to mention that this pilot would also need exceptional driving skills to maintain control of the mech without veering off course under the interference of countless missiles and with severe damage to the mech.

Any missed key point, even an error by a millisecond, and He Ao might have already died under that grand main gun.

And this risky opportunity was, in fact, the only chance He Ao had to ’defeat’ the Sky Behemoth.

In the previous battles, He Ao hadn’t actually caused any damage to the Sky Behemoth itself, and he hadn’t even managed to get close to it.

Of course, getting close would have been useless anyway.

Under the Sky Behemoth’s huge shell were three layers of armor designed in theory to withstand its own main gun’s fire.

With the Fallen Angel mech’s plasma cannon, laser cannon, and even its giant sword, let alone breaking through the Sky Behemoth’s defenses, was not possible.

Charging at the main gun, though riskier, was the only ’winning move’ and the only ’weak point’ of the giant beast.

Of course, this only ’winning move’ was actually ’handed’ over to He Ao by the enemy commander themselves.

The designers of the Sky Behemoth actually took into account this flaw in the giant machine on the main gun, despite it being a flaw that was almost impossible to exploit.

That’s why they equipped the Sky Behemoth with a large number of battle formations, some of which were theoretically assigned specifically to protect the main gun.

The sole purpose of these formations was to stop anyone attempting to blow up the main gun. Even if they could delay by just one second, the fully charged main gun could directly melt the enemy.

But the vast majority of the escort squadrons for this particular Sky Behemoth had been dispatched away, forcing them to deploy the troops meant to defend the main gun for regular use.

When the Sky Behemoth first appeared, there were still some swarm drones guarding in front of the main gun. When it became apparent that they couldn’t deal with He Ao, those drones were dispatched in pursuit of him as well.

Especially after He Ao used the main gun’s second attack to destroy a large number of drones, the last drones defending the main gun were also deployed to chase down the Fallen Angel mech.

This was also why He Ao deliberately destroyed those drones.

Then He Ao stole a Hell Apostle mech and, piloting it, charged towards the main gun, taking advantage of the brief window of time before the Sky Behemoth’s commander could react. It won him a fleeting moment.

If he had used the Fallen Angel to charge, it would have been predicted and intercepted from the start.

The maneuver of switching mechs in mid-air was mostly done by Transcendents and wasn’t part of basic knowledge. This was actually exploiting a gap in understanding.

Moreover, after switching mechs, Eve also helped He Ao by providing cover, making it appear that the Fallen Angel mech was still being piloted.

Clearing the chaotic thoughts from his mind and with the mech flying backwards, He Ao watched the fierce flames burning in the sky.

The explosion of the main cannon resulted in the entire front half of the Sky Behemoth being engulfed in a sea of flames, which seemed to touch upon some small batteries distributed over the flames, thereby triggering a chain of explosions.

Accompanied by roaring sounds, the terrifyingly massive creature began to fall slowly, surrounded by the burning flames and shattered steel debris.

He Ao’s hands still clutched the control stick, but his body was exhausted and he slumped backwards, leaning against the seat.

Numerous bright red warnings flickered on the cockpit screens, including energy depletion alerts and various damage warnings for different parts.

Most of the structure of the Sky Behemoth remained intact, but the control room, located directly behind the main cannon, was probably completely destroyed.

For the commanders of the Sky Behemoth, many mistakes might be tolerable, but He Ao couldn’t afford to make a single one.

Be it dodging missiles, dealing with drones, or charging at the main cannon at the end.

If he made a single error in his operations, missed the timing even once, the Fallen Angel mecha would have been destroyed, along with its pilot.

Many times, He Ao could only react based on his combat instincts.

Because once he waited for the computer’s simulated calculations, even if just for an instant, he would be torn apart by the swarming drones or missiles, or melted by the colossal main cannon.

The main cannon’s attack speed was actually very fast, and if he hadn’t anticipated and reacted in advance, he wouldn’t have had the slightest chance to escape.

This was not only a test of his piloting skills but also a trial of his mental stamina under high pressure.

Of course, Eve’s assistance played a vital role; without Eve’s precise control over the mecha’s details, He Ao would have been incapable of executing those actions.

But up until recently, the network had been down, and the local version of Eve’s client had limited computing capacity, so some operations still depended entirely on He Ao.

At that moment, as the Sky Behemoth fell, signals that had been blocked were reestablished, and lights within the cockpit started to illuminate one by one—Eve had reconnected to the network.

Countless uncontrolled drone swarms fell from the sky, densely packed like dark mechanical raindrops.

The brilliant stars became visible once more between the sea and the sky.

He Ao leaned against the back of his chair, letting out a long sigh.

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One Dragon Cavalry Fighter after another emerged from the darkness.

They were the ’reinforcements’ urgently recalled by the Sky Behemoth.

If the commander of the Sky Behemoth had held on slightly longer, they might have waited for the return of friendly forces.

Of course, He Ao didn’t give them that chance.

Now these ’friendly forces’ were hovering around the coast, gazing from afar at the huge mechanical wreckage falling between the sea and the constellation of stars.

The glittering stars reflected overhead, and the continuously burning giant machinery illuminated the world as if it were daylight.

Under the glow of these intense red flames, even the silent, dark sea seemed to catch fire, as if the entire sky and ocean were ablaze with fierce flames at that moment.

Before this falling mechanical colossus, amidst flames like those of hell, the pure white mecha turned around, slowly rising from the sea surface, with its back to the burning grandeur of the colossal Sky Behemoth, facing the dense group of Dragon Cavalry Fighters.

A silence settled under the night sky, spreading into everyone’s hearts.

A young agent, who had climbed out of the ruins, looked up at the sky, observing the red flames that filled the sky and sea, and the pure white mecha that stood before the flames like a Divine Being, and exclaimed genuinely, "Damn, that’s badass."

Gast, who stood beside him, also staggered to his feet and gazed up at the mecha in the sky.

"Chief, is every mecha pilot you know as badass as this?"

The young agent turned to look at the Chief beside him.

"No, only he is this badass," Gast said softly.

He had witnessed everything that had just occurred, shocked beyond measure; it was his first time seeing, and perhaps a first in Federation history, a mecha destroy a Sky Behemoth.

Although he had served in the Federal Central Army and could tell that the commander of this Sky Behemoth wasn’t very professional,

that judgement was relative to the white mecha in the sky. Anyone else in the same situation would have died countless times over.

When he had faced the Sky Behemoth earlier, it had dispatched only one mecha and a handful of drones, along with Dragon Cavalry Fighters, driving him into a desperate situation without even once adjusting the angle of the main cannon.

Among C-level fighters, he was considered quite strong, but against the Sky Behemoth, he was no more significant than an ant.

After all, this enormous machine was designed from the very beginning as a special weapon to combat the huge C-level exotic beasts in the wilderness.

However...

Gast stared at the pure white mecha in the sky.

At this moment, smoke enveloped the mecha. Although its overall shape was maintained, one could vaguely see damage everywhere.

And after such a prolonged battle, the energy of the mecha might not be enough. At this time, any Dragon Cavalry Fighter could easily destroy the opponent.

He turned his head to look at the rows of Dragon Cavalry Mechs behind him.

What he could analyze, those Dragon Cavalry Fighters with complete radar could also figure out.

He gripped the chain hammer in his hand and, glancing at the young agent beside him, whispered softly, "Hold your gun tight."

The young agent was startled for a moment, but still tightened his grip on the firearm.

Then they saw the pure white Fallen Angel Mech slowly fly over and land in front of them.

As the mecha approached, the Dragon Cavalry Fighters around it slowly retreated, creating a dent in the encirclement.

Gast watched as the mecha reinserted its gigantic white sword into its back, then slowly extended its hand towards them, watching them.

"Get on!"

Without hesitation, Gast shouted and jumped onto the hand of the mecha, the young agent following suit.

Then the pure white Fallen Angel Mech, carrying the two of them, slowly stood up and flew through the air towards the front.

As the mecha moved forward, the encircling Dragon Cavalry Fighters slowly parted, making way.

The palm of the mecha was not very large; the two sitting together were still somewhat cramped. Gast held the chain tightly, his muscles tensing as he intently watched the Dragon Cavalry Fighters in the night sky.

He could feel that the cannons of those Dragon Cavalry had been loaded with ammunition, ready to fire a volley at any moment.

After the pure white mecha passed through the encirclement of the Dragon Cavalry, the fighters on either side closed ranks again, their cold cannon barrels aimed at the mecha’s wake.

Everyone knew this was their last chance. With a single salvo, there was a good chance the Fallen Angel Mech would be left behind forever.

All the pilots placed their hands on the ammunition firing button, their breaths seemingly echoing in the public platform.

Just as they were about to make their final decision, they saw the Fallen Angel Mech ahead turn around, calmly ’watching’ them.

Once again, the world went silent, as if it were only the Dragon Cavalry pilots with their hands tightly gripping the control sticks, their fingers on the fire buttons.

Through the windows of the Dragon Cavalry, they gazed out at the gigantic mecha, the burning glow of the distant Sky Behemoth still faintly illuminating the pure white paint.

Sounds of cold heartbeats seemed to echo in the silent darkness, resonating in everyone’s ears.

The pure white mecha stood like the Angel of Apocalypse from the stories, calmly watching them.

As if any slight misstep would reignite the infernal flames with renewed vigor.

Everyone clenched the control sticks tightly, but no one pressed the button that could decide everything.

The brief silence seemed to last but a moment, yet also an eternity.

Finally, the pure white mecha turned away, its thrusters on its back spewing brilliance, and with its immense body, disappeared into the quiet darkness.

Sighs of relief that felt like survival echoed in the public channel.

One by one, the pilots released the sweat-drenched control sticks and collapsed into their chairs like drained sacks.

Cold sweat soaked everyone’s clothes, all eyes following the direction in which the mecha had vanished.

Everyone knew that after tonight, a new legend would be etched into the annals of Federation history.

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United Industries building

"The Sky Behemoth has been destroyed?"

The Elderly man with an aged face stared intently at the middle-aged man before him, head bowed, his expression as dark as still water, "Who did it?"

"It was a Fallen Angel Mech suspected to be from an unknown Seventh Force."

The middle-aged man said softly,

"A... Mecha?"

The elderly man’s voice grew even deeper, filled with a kind of repressed tension, "Are you joking with me?"

"No... No..."

The middle-aged man’s voice trembled as he spoke, "That mecha exploited a design flaw in the Sky Behemoth and ignited its main cannon. We have confirmed with Rockville Mercenary Corps... The Sky Behemoth truly has this flaw."

He immediately added, "Although there was a minor issue at the Federal Bureau of Investigation, overall, we have taken control of the city."

The elderly man’s gaze was icy as he looked at the middle-aged man, knowing that this ’flaw’ excuse was a common way for subordinates to shirk responsibility,

The Sky Behemoth might indeed have such a flaw, but it surely would not have been so easily breached, otherwise this massive weapon would not have been used safely for so many years.

He took a deep breath and asked directly, "Where is our defense minister? Where is that Old Geezer? Didn’t he claim he was adept at controlling the Sky Behemoth?"

"The defense minister..."

The middle-aged man bowed his head, his voice quivering as he continued, "He was in the control room when the main cannon exploded. It was the first thing to be destroyed... He perished in the line of duty..."

"What about Gast?"

The elderly man suppressed his voice and continued to inquire.

"Gast was taken by that mecha,"

the middle-aged man said, head still lowered, "We have no trace of them now."

"So, you’re saying he ran away?"

The elderly man’s voice paused for a very brief moment, then he stretched out his hand, stood up with a surge of energy, and swept everything off the desk, "Garbage! All garbage!!!"

As books and electronic devices fell to the floor, making crackling sounds, the middle-aged man bowed his head even lower.

After a brief silence, the elderly man took another deep breath, bracing his hands on the desk,

"Contact the people at Rockville Energy Group and tell them we will compensate them for all the losses to the Sky Behemoth, and all the bereavement payments for the soldiers of the Rockville Mercenary Corps who died in this battle will be covered by us. For the new energy mine orders, we’re willing to drop the price by another percentage point."

His fingers clutched the edge of the desk tightly, his palms turning slightly white from the pressure,"But we need their help at the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man did not dare to raise his head, replying quickly with a low voice.

"Call over the people from the Eternal Secret Teachings."

The elderly man inhaled deeply once more, looking at the middle-aged man.

"Alright."

The middle-aged man nodded again.

"Alright, you may go."

The elderly man exhaled a long sigh and leaned back into his chair.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man turned and headed out the door.

"Call someone over,"

just as he got halfway, he heard the elderly man calling after him, "to clean up the office."

"Alright,"

the middle-aged man nodded immediately, "I’ll call someone right away."

With that, he pushed open the door of the office and left.

The elderly man reclined in the leather-backed chair, looking out at the quiet streets beneath the stars.

In the darkness, the thick curtain finally fell over the city. Yet, it seemed as if it were lifted by a gust from the Storm Sea, rustling loudly in the wind.