Master of Kaidan
Chapter 362: The Indispensable Explosive Survival of the American Tough Guy

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: The Indispensable Explosive Survival of the American Tough Guy

The bgm, filled with an evil temperament, echoed over the ruins of the battlefield, with wild singing fluctuating with the music.

And as the source of the sound, the mech, theoretically so easy to pinpoint, drifted through the ruins like a ghost. Each appearance guaranteed the destruction of a mech.

One, two, three...

The limbs that were casually torn off were thrown onto the ground, and the remaining pilots, backs against each other, formed a circle, holding 44mm cannons, ready for the monster that might appear anytime.

Yes, a monster!

They knew of the existence of seventh-generation machines, and many pilots had even experienced them, but precisely because of this, they deeply understood that this kind of destructive power wasn’t due to the mech itself!

"Right now, you find yourself in the Illusion Realm~~"

"And the antidote, is right here~~"

The song came from all directions, seemingly indicating the omnipresence of the opponent. The pilots’ spirits were on the verge of collapse, and their mechs trembled along with their movements.

"Do you want to be liberated?"

The song, enticing as it was, spread, sounding like a demon whispering in the ears, affecting not only the slender pilots but also the viewers watching the stream. Those immersed in the holographic mode involuntarily uttered the word—

"I do!"

"Clang!"

Firearms fell to the ground; overwhelmed by mental pressure, the pilots suddenly began to flee. And at that moment of collapsing morale, the demonic mech appeared again—

Crack!

A mech fell at the sound, and the monster, taller than the average sixth-generation mech, grabbed another as a shield. While holding off the cannon fire with friend-foe detection, two more mechs fell.

That mech, like a demon among sheep, slaughtered all surrounding mechs showing any vulnerability with ease, the oppression it displayed far exceeding any generational gap in mech performance!

"It’s the structure of the mech! The secret lies in the construction of the mech! Mr. George is proficient in mech structures; it looks like he’s tearing apart the mechs with brute force, but in reality, it’s all achieved through the feedback of the master-slave pilot and joint structure!"

On the cold commentary seat, Victor, who finally received the script from Constantin Design Department, shouted. It wasn’t that Constantin was generous, but rather George’s excessive lethality made even Constantin Company worry that being attacked due to superior mech performance might harm the company’s reputation if customers bought it and couldn’t find the same performance.

But at this moment, amidst the battle, George ignored all these concerns. His mech, moving in awkward yet appealing steps, tore apart one mech after another like tearing apart children’s dolls, then casually tossed them aside.

As his killing spree ended, a song was just finishing.

No, at this moment, the audience didn’t even feel that he killed too quickly; rather, they felt...this guy seemed to want to finish the song, intentionally dragging out the pace.

The demonic mech, hands on hips and feet crossed, struck a sassy pose amid the wreckage, cooling fluid leaking from the scattered mech parts beneath his feet looked like flowing blood.

The previously boiling air at this moment congealed, even forming faint frost flowers in a small area.

George Augustus, who fought while singing, had also completed the OS input. Stepping in that magical twisted stride, he entered the final OS command to the AI—

"Register mech name, ’World’."

"Understood, ’World’ at your service."

The screen, previously filled with massive amounts of code, instantly shifted to a familiar layout, a clean interface that suddenly started to flash warnings.

At the same time, the newly registered AI reported in an unremarkable voice:

"Detection of supersonic weapon, estimated arrival in twelve seconds. Please seek cover immediately, repeat, please seek cover immediately..."

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"Damn, Sun Umbrella is actually using supersonic missiles within the city limits? Isn’t that overstepping the bounds?"

The livestream room instantly erupted into chaos, but "World", standing atop Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, remained calm and fearless, lifting his head proudly and looking up at the slowly approaching trail of white smoke in the sky.

With this missile launch, Sun Umbrella undoubtedly violated the game rules, but no company other than Constantin would be angered by this, because no one wanted Constantin to acquire such a tester for the mecha.

"Dodge it!"

"Move quickly!"

"What are you standing there for?!"

"Deflection shields are useless against weapons with large area effects!"

Various shouts came from the mouths of the audience, and they even forgot to type, but the mecha kept looking up at the sky.

They clearly understood that even a tactical missile was powerful enough to completely destroy a city district, and with a seventh-generation mecha’s mobility, even at full speed, escaping the blast radius was impossible.

However, the streamer didn’t seem to be waiting for death, as he still wore a confident smile on his face.

"9 seconds, 8 seconds..."

"World" kept counting down when suddenly there was a glitch, and then a completely different statement appeared—

"Data transfer complete."

"Release driving lock!" George said upon hearing this, and at that moment, everyone noticed that George’s intelligent terminal was still plugged into the cockpit interface.

So besides playing BGM, was the streamer also downloading data? But even if he downloaded the data, how could he possibly escape?

This thought arose in the minds of the viewers, while George, already holding the gamble gambler’s cling film ball and the terminal, had climbed out of the cockpit.

However, he did not leave but instead ordered the now unoccupied mecha:

"Southeast direction, full strength throw, maximum power, overload all functions!"

"Understood."

"Wait, could it be..." Victor, hearing this command, dropped his jaw, almost dislocating it, and Yelo, slow on the uptake, finally understood what was about to happen when he saw George Augustus being held in World’s hand.

"Is this really possible?" Yelo asked dryly, looking at his partner while Victor said as World raised his arm:

"A sixth-generation machine can break the sound barrier just by throwing a knife, but the problem is, that’s not something humans can withstand!"

"But this gentleman was just clinging to a rocket going into space..." Yelo spoke, and before Victor could reply, the electromagnetic muscle bundles of "World" completed their final contraction instantly.

Under that burst of power squeezing out all functions in a moment, George Augustus, weighing less than a hundred kilograms, along with the cling film ball he was holding, was thrown by the mecha at a terrifying speed like a baseball. The director tried to keep up with a drone, but only captured the instant his body zoomed away, and then all screens showed only static.

Meanwhile, residents of Isgray City also felt the ground shake and saw distant flames.

"Quick, redirect the nearby drones! We need to at least find the body!"

Not just Dor Media, but all major and minor forces in Isgray City mobilized their equipment almost simultaneously, not for the sake of George Augustus’s life or death, but for the gambler and the terminal on him.

The flickering screen recovered a few seconds later, as a drone near the direction Feng Xue threw adjusted its feed.

The already dilapidated city district was left with only thick smoke and flames, and in the video footage, a bulky buffer ball was being forcibly torn open; a muscular man carrying the cling film ball, bloodied and bleeding, crawled out from it bathed in the glow of the flames behind him...

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