Gamers Are Fierce

Chapter 1134: Chapter 133: Giant Beast (13)

"No shortcuts will work."

Li Ang wasn’t surprised; it would be strange if there were deep-sea giant beasts waiting for them to harvest. "Can the mechas from Vladivostok, Tokyo, and Sydney fortresses be brought over?"

"It should be too late."

The Black Trojan cautiously said, "Because the Drift Flow System must be used to connect the consciousness of the pilot with the mecha,

basically all mechas are designed in human form,

in the PPDC’s mecha sequence, mechas ranging from 3 to 10 meters have a certain low-altitude flying capability,

but mechas over 10 meters completely defy aerodynamics cannot fly remotely,

especially heavy mechas capable of battling three to four-level deep-sea creatures.

To move heavy mechas, either let them tread on the seabed or land to move,

or dismantle them into parts, transporting with heavy trucks or trains,

or load onto ocean-going freighters of ten thousand or even hundred thousand tonnes for cross-sea transport.

All three methods of movement are too time-consuming."

"They want to prevent us from assembling a dozen mechas to gang up on the deep-sea giant beast, right."

Li Ang casually flipped through the data,

actually, the design of large humanoid mechas with bipedal walking doesn’t fit modern science at all.

Standing upright means a larger area susceptible to attack;

bipedal walking means the large body weight of the mecha itself will be pressing down on the legs, which can lead to sinking risk on soft ground;

a humanoid torso with a flat cross-section means the cockpit, regardless of its placement, can’t be protected by the most robust armor,

also, the humanoid design with limb torso violates aerodynamics, significantly increasing the difficulty of flying and even running.

Theoretically, the optimal design for high-mobility weapons within the atmosphere should be medium-sized fighter jets or floating cannons,

which have a small target area,

are aerodynamic, fly fast,

steer flexibly, allow for full-range attacks,

and are cheaper to build compared to huge mechas.

It’s just that this world’s setting is quite special,

the A.T. Force Field must be triggered at close range,

and only human-shaped vehicles allow the pilots connected to the Drift Flow System to perceive the vehicle as their external body, thus activating the A.T. Force Field,

if it’s a non-humanoid vehicle, the pilot’s brain will become chaotic, unable to regain consciousness.

"The setting that only the A.T. Force Field can counter A.T. Force Field also renders conventional human civilization weapons like intercontinental missiles and cluster bombs ineffective."

Dawn added, "Even nuclear bombs don’t work,

nuclear radiation speeds up the mutation of deep-sea creatures, sometimes causing unknown, negative effects,

such as charging the deep-sea giant beasts instead, making them evolve,

or causing deep-sea creatures to explode, releasing venom, polluting the environment, etc.

The only resources we can use currently are from the New Port Fortress..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when the urgent alarm sound came from the big screen in the command hall.

"Damn it! The movement speed of the Ridgeback Turtle and the Tail Rat suddenly increased!"

The lead advisor Cai Tiantong, sweating profusely, exclaimed, "50 knots, 60 knots, 70 knots, still rising!"

"What happened?"

Stike was shocked, "Did they evolve again?

What about the seabed surveillance footage?"

"Can’t see,"

Cai Tiantong shook his head, "Small and medium-sized deep-sea creatures are faster than those two-level 4 giant beasts and had destroyed our deployed underwater unmanned submarines in advance.

At this speed, they probably will encounter Storm Red within ten minutes."

"..."

Everyone around took a breath; Stike calmly took a sugar cube from a small tin box he carried, swallowed it quietly, and quickly issued orders: "Stick to the original battle plan, prep Storm Red for engagement readiness.

Deploy four groups of unmanned underwater submarines from the fortress hangar, heading to the front of Storm Red,

even if all submarines are destroyed, it doesn’t matter, I need their concrete intel."

"Yes!"

The people in the command hall immediately got busy,

Dawn frowned quickly, "This scenario mission has goals and rewards,

but no failure penalties or time limits,

there’s a possibility that if we don’t kill enough level three deep-sea giants in this limited time, disastrous consequences may occur,

such as the portal to the alien planet getting destroyed, no more deep-sea giants in the world, leaving us here forever,

or the deep-sea civilization ceasing to deploy level-four giants, instead deploying large numbers of level-three deep-sea creatures, making it impossible to achieve the mission goal.

To be safe, I’ll go check things out at sea first."

"Alright."

Li Ang nodded, "If there’s trouble, I’ll support at any time,

go ahead without worry."

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Hearing Li Ang’s words, Dawn couldn’t help but twitch her lips, taking a deep breath, turning to leave the command hall.

The command hall’s entrance was still bustling with staff delivering file-loaded carts and biological samples to Li Ang.

Some of them didn’t know what happened, and seeing Dawn with pink short hair, charming looks, dressed in tactical gear rushing out of the command hall, were puzzled, curious about her identity.

Dawn ignored the surrounding gazes, proceeded directly to the rooftop outside the command hall, amid astonished and surprised looks, and leaped off the rooftop floor.

The whistling gale swept past her ears, the deep black ocean getting closer in sight,

just before she was about to plunge into the sea, numerous mechanical parts materialized around her in the void, assembling into a tall mecha.

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The mecha’s shoulder-mounted absorption wings erupted with azure flames, propelling the mecha to skim low over the sea, flying into the distance, the air currents stirring up noisy white waves along the way.

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The enemy is approaching.

On the sea, the Wei Brothers piloting the Storm Red Mecha, swiveled the head-mounted searchlights, scanning the undulating sea ahead.

As the distance shortened, they could feel the hostile approach from afar,

headphones no longer transmitted the voices of the command hall operators — just like on conventional battlefields, once both sides clash at close quarters, top-level remote command becomes delayed and sluggish, better to let soldiers grasp the battlefield situation themselves.