Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Ah! Damn!"

Pete, whose body was crushed, propped himself up and cursed.

"Son of a bitch, my penis got blown up by you. GOD, Louis is definitely gonna blow a fuse tonight, you have to be accountable..."

Halfway through his cursing, he swiftly hurled the ten kilograms of explosives he had hidden under him at the Great Mount Pill.

"Take this!"

Boom——

The explosive device ejected from Great Mount Pill's leg blasted both the explosives and Pete into pieces, leaving blood and flesh scattered all over the ground.

Playing dead had no effect on the Great Mount Pill. Its life detection equipment could receive signals from prosthetic bodies and life activities unless you were really dead, otherwise, you were as obvious as a little red person.

"This value is totally OP! How do we fight this!"

Natural Curl wasn't unfamiliar with facing Adam's Hammer, but even then, the tank could withstand a round of attacks. Even if the damage was minimal, at least it could break through defenses.

With this BOSS in front of them, they couldn't even say breaking the defense; the tank, no matter how strong, couldn't withstand a single basic attack from this one. Every move was lethal; they couldn't even achieve mutual destruction. Is this game even playable anymore?

Youzi Chef: "There must be a flaw. Can the hacker team invade the program? At least make it paralyzed for a few seconds to win us some time to attack!"

Jackal: "No way, unless you get up close and attach a network card to it, letting us connect to its data fortress. Otherwise, we can't even access its network."

The hackers' controlled robots were like Dynasty Warriors' peons trying to take on Lu Bu at Hulao Pass; a mere flick of a hand could wipe out a bunch of them.

"We can throw lives at it to deplete its ammo."

Pandora said calmly.

"No matter how powerful the robot is, its ammunition is limited. As long as its ammo or active defense systems are exhausted, it's done for even if we don't destroy it."

"Good idea, meow."

Jackal and the other players suddenly had an epiphany.

After all, on other battlefields, it's all about who dies first, but no crazy army thought about exhausting the enemy's bullets with sheer numbers before.

This approach defies logic, but the players didn't mind giving it a try.

"We're going first, meow, remember to spread out a bit."

Six or seven doorframe robots stepped out of the trench, opening fire at the Great Mount Pill from three or four directions.

Automatic machine guns and rocket launchers fired at the Great Mount Pill from multiple angles. Meanwhile, the optical and radar around Great Mount Pill captured images, and the main control program quickly analyzed which were high-threat units, activating defenses in each respective direction. Almost all airborne rockets were shot down simultaneously, and micro-missiles launched overhead destroyed all targets in this wave.

Then came the second wave.

And the third wave.

From doorframe robots to transport platforms, these robots, under the hackers' command, carried out suicide attacks wave after wave without complaint, launching meaningless assaults at the Great Mount Pill.

Because their very existence was meant to replace humans in performing high-risk tasks.

Even if they ended up as scrap metal and their thousands of dollars in cost turned to ashes, it would be worth it as long as it could save one human life in the end.

Technology should serve humans,

and not the other way around.

However, the large-scale destruction of robots made many players feel the financial pain, as these were their company's assets. Once lost, they would have to reimburse with their war contribution points, or else face bankruptcy liquidation.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

From a top-down view, it was clear that the robots surrounded the Great Mount Pill, one after another getting blown to pieces. Even bulletproof armor plates that could withstand machine gun bullets were completely torn apart under the bombardment of the Great Mount Pill's arrow-shaped shell main cannon.

As the last doorframe robot fell, the ground around the giant mechanical beast was littered with various wreckages, layered upon each other, forming the players' first line of defense, both grand and brutal.

Kara——

The Great Mount Pill did not stop its assault, crushing a doorframe robot's wreckage into scrap metal and continued advancing towards the players behind it.

Just as the players were preparing for the second wave of death missions, intending to sacrifice themselves to deplete the monster's ammunition, a strange noise suddenly came from the sky.

The sound wasn't like cannonballs; the noise was extremely loud, more like a plane flying at a low altitude.

Some curious players looked up to see two white trails rapidly approaching from the distant horizon. Zooming in, they could barely make out that they resembled two missiles.

"Watch out! Missiles incoming!"

"Wait... why do those missiles have player IDs on them?"

"West Lake Bigwig? Potato with No Neck? Oh right, I haven't seen them on the front lines these days. I thought they were fooling around with Wildman at the back."

At first, they were shocked, then they realized something was amiss.

Not only were the IDs off, but the flight path was strange too, wobbling, bobbing up and down like a drunkard who had too much to drink.

"Huang Xudong! Did you hear anything?"

The bigwig who was forced into the pilot seat felt bitter but couldn't say anything. The cheap rocket, once the engine power limiter was breached, sped up to 600 kilometers per hour. Despite turning off the pain sensors, he could feel his face was completely frozen.

"I hear a bit, but don't worry, I've been hearing it for a long time, and so far, no problems...."

Potato was somewhat surprised. Not sure if it was due to a driver's skill, but controlling this cheap rocket wasn't as difficult as he imagined. The bigwig, proficient as a driver, handled it better than him, which may have been a consideration made by the designer beforehand.