Players Invade Cyberpunk

Why?

They gave everything to Huang Ban Corporation, even their lives, and this is the final result?

Just because of one word from that Albertson fool, I have to die here?

It was her who messed up, she caused the conflict, and in the end, I'm the one who dies?

Why?

"....."

The engine of the departing hovercar spewed out rolling waves of heat, blowing Valerie's one-sided hairstyle into disarray. She looked at the hovercar bearing the Huang Ban mark, her eyes turning from surprise to anger.

The gunfire around Valerie was getting closer and closer.

A large number of players were drawn to this rising hovercar; they hadn't brought rocket launchers on this trip and couldn't shoot down the already airborne vehicle. But they quickly noticed Valerie downstairs and approached her with guns raised.

Many of the players here knew this employee of Huang Ban, and seeing someone familiar, they didn't immediately open fire and kill this guy.

It's like seeing Arthas in Stormwind; you wouldn't think of just going up and killing him.

Surrounded, Valerie didn't consider escaping or begging for mercy but raised her hands to show she had no hostile intent.

Then she said,

"I want to speak to your superior."

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Huge tarps were anchored to the ground with steel cables and pegs, the wind stirring the thick canvas constantly. Occasionally, a corner lifted to reveal the concealed war machine beneath, a mere glimpse evoking a sense of lethal craftsmanship from heavy industry.

Olivia was very glad she had the foresight not to leave this thing in Golden City, mainly worried that that fool Albertson would play tricks and sabotage this large robot while they were away, so she had the robot brought out just in case.

Moving this big thing out was no small task; one trailer almost broke down halfway.

Thirty-seven tons, almost as heavy as a tank.

Even Olivia couldn't imagine what it would be like to see this thing appear on the battlefield in large numbers. Rumor has it that in military tech, similar chimeras were made into a dozen, though they only appeared once during the Unified War.

She ordered her subordinates to disconnect the steel cables and pull off the tarp, letting this heavy weapon, originally set to be sold off, once again bask in the sunlight.

The dark composite metal shell maintained its composure even under direct sunlight, as if absorbing all the light. Six mechanical legs curled around the body; the TZ-laser cannon muzzle drooped toward the ground, like a sleeping giant crab.

This monstrosity is equipped with arrow-shaped fire cannons, laser cannons, missile launchers, smoke generators, gas sprayers, capable of both air and ground attacks. The system even incorporates a precise ICE cyber defense system, where ordinary hackers would burn their brainwaves if they attempted entry.

What's more terrifying is its terrain adaptability: the six mechanical giant feet, equipped with destructive steel spikes, can theoretically climb an 85° slope.

Yes, you heard right, 85°.

Theoretically, this thing can climb up a vertical cliff and attack you.

Moreover, besides the explosive reflexes, the legs are also equipped with kinetic absorption devices, an energy recovery system, and an active defense system. Each step exerts a force of 30,000 Newtons; even if you break two legs, it wouldn't hinder its normal movement.

Olivia, as if caressing a pet, stroked Great Mount Pill's mechanical giant foot, finding it hard to believe humankind could create such a marvelous thing.

Reluctantly letting go, she instructed the hacker technician at her side,

"Connect the power, start it up."

Buzz——

After a mechanical startup hum, Great Mount Pill's six legs supported the massive body in the middle and stood up. The advanced auxiliary motion program even allowed it to adjust its stance slightly to better maintain balance.

This thing uses a super solid-state battery with an absurd capacity, enough to even power a tank.

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Three of the six heavy artillery pieces were blown to pieces, becoming smoking scraps, while the carriages and barrels of two more were severely deformed. Only one piece, deployed on the bombing periphery, had narrowly escaped, but even so, the heavily damaged artillery crews lacked the courage to continue firing, knowing another bombardment could come at any moment. Each one wished for an extra pair of legs, desperately wanting to flee the position.

But even after severely damaging the Chaotic Blade Association's artillery, the player line still faced enormous pressure.

The Chaotic Blade Association seemed fired up, charging wave after wave toward the trenches, especially forming attack points alongside infantry fighting vehicles, leaving many players attempting to hit the vehicles with RPGs thwarted.

Bullets rained like a storm on the embankment of the trench, forcing Wig and others to hunker down, not daring to stick their heads out of cover.

Wig: "Mongolian Toplaner! Another round, hit the main battlefield with a big one. Just firing one isn't what a righteous, energetic teenager should do. For the sake of all humankind, get it up already!"

"I can't do it anymore! I'm burnt out!"

Meanwhile, the Mongolian Toplaner was driving six trucks with the Chaotic Blade Association's convoy tailing closely behind, bullets punching through from the rear window to the front, forcing the driver to duck low while driving. The Mongolian Toplaner's forehead was grazed, blood dripping into his eyes.

Due to the impaired driving, he had to open a bottle of mineral water to wash his prosthetic eye while saying,

"Those bastards are pressing hard; we don't have time to stop and reload."

Shooting a barrage from a multi-barreled rocket launcher is a thrill, but just like a magazine, it's fun while shooting, but logistics will curse.