"Alert! Laser lock detected, no escape!"
"The ejection cockpit cannot escape the laser attack range!"
"The laser shield has been automatically opened!"
[Snowflake] once again transformed into a protective shield form, but this time it was broken instantly. The huge energy hit the center of the "God of War" and smashed Qiming into the corner of the training center.
"Alert, the impact has been buffered, and more than half of the energy has been consumed."
"Alert, the armor coating is damaged, estimated repair time: 3 minutes and 00 seconds"
"Alert, the main jet is damaged and the back armor is partially damaged."
A series of alarms sounded, and the entire cockpit turned red. The octahedron in front of it beat like a heartbeat, changing from gold to scarlet full of danger.
The gray mecha figure vaguely reappeared in Qiming's vision in mid-air. The guy's raised gun barrel was still facing him.
The brain is empty.
The violent impact also affected the sensory system. Qiming's breathing was short and his consciousness was somewhat dazed.
Can't admit defeat.
When all the tactile sensations were gone, only this thought became clearer than ever before.
The gray mecha floats condescendingly in the air, judging the insignificant Qiming like a god.
Completely out of instinct, Qiming raised his left arm.
"A life-or-death crisis has been detected, and the lock on restricted weapons has been released."
"One hundred percent adaptation has been achieved, and Yuanli access is in progress."
The Yuan Dan was running wildly, and the huge left arm armor of "God of War" twisted and retracted like a Transformer, transforming from a simulated slender arm into a short, thick and stable barrel.
In the center of the barrel, a small armband lit up.
Bright meteors pierced the night sky.
From bottom to top.
Qiming's raised arm bloomed into a slender blue trajectory, penetrating the mecha in front of him, breaking through the barrier blocking the center, and lighting up to the sky.
Special weapon, [White Night Stepping on Stars].
Wave-particle radiation is a prohibited level for the subject.
The seventh generation mecha, the real core.
This blow emptied everything out of him.
"Alarm, the energy has been exhausted, and the neural access is about to be released. Three, two,..."
The "God of Fighting" fell together with the broken gray mecha. In front of the warehouse door, Lu Chenglin raised his lips crazily.
…
The matter of the drone armor was uploaded layer by layer as first-level intelligence, but the power of the forbidden-level weapons was suppressed.
Yang Yunqing deeply understood the significance of this thing and directly decided not to reveal this equipment of "God of War" to anyone.
As for what the sudden appearance of the unmanned aerial vehicle and the central barrier of the mecha that happened to be out of control meant, there was also no word to the outside world.
He became the principal not because he was strong enough, but because his heart was dark enough.
He wanted the Military Academy to continue to stand tall and remain independent from the government and the three major forces. He had to use everything he could.
The information in his hand was torn into pieces, and Yang Yunqing looked out the window with unclear eyes.
…
There was a clanging sound outside the window, and the sound of gunfire came from a distance. The small ward was deserted.
"Qiming! What are you thinking about?"
When Wang Jingteng came to the ward, Qiming had already taken off his hospital gown and changed into his own clothes.
"Director, how is my mecha?"
"Don't worry! If you have a work-related injury, the academy will repair it for you and leave it in good condition for you."
Qiming was slightly relieved.
"You finally got the mecha, why don't you go back to the Night Dragon's Nest to show off?" Qian Zhiqiang sat next to Qi Ming on the hospital bed, as if he had been an old friend for many years.
Qiming shook his head: "Hongying went into seclusion and didn't know anyone when he went back. Besides, am I tired of showing off to her?"
Wang Jingteng laughed. That's right. Hongying's own mecha has not been found. Who knows what Qiming will do when he sees it.
"Then what are your plans today?"
"Go back to the dormitory to practice. By the way, director, I'll return this Yang Stone to you." Opening the star wheel, Qi Ming handed Wang Jingteng a high-grade Yang Stone.
Wang Jingteng's eyes almost dropped to the ground.
"High-grade sun stone?! Where did you get the high-grade sun stone??"
This thing cannot be bought with money!
It contains so much energy that it can even be used directly to heal wounds on the battlefield! No matter how serious the injury is!
Even for the military, only the elite troops of the Pioneer Army are useful!
"Picked from the polar regions."
Wang Jingteng was in a daze.
Picked up?
Is it so easy to mess around in Jiji now?
A second-level, no, third-level child, can just go in and pick up the sun stone? ?
"You can keep it! The little bit I gave you is not worth anything. After forming the Yuan Dan, you can immediately build a bridge and temper the bones. It's all a waste of money. You can use it yourself.
However, I suggest you exchange it for a low-grade Yang Stone before burning it. If your utilization rate is not high, a low-grade one is enough. If you exchange a high-grade one for a low-grade one, you can earn a lot. "
Qiming didn't insist: "Then I'll use it first. If you need it, come to me again."
Wang Jingteng shook his head. This child is young and has experienced too much.
"Don't practice today. Do you know what day it is?"
"day?"
"January 26, 2142 AD, the traditional New Year's Eve in Kyushu."
Qiming suddenly realized that he seemed to have heard his master once talking about this day, a rare time in the year when he could have extra meals.
So, he thought the sound of gunfire was celebrating this festival?
Wang Jingteng took out two lunch boxes and handed one to Qiming: "The Kyushu people of our time would set off fireworks and eat dumplings during the New Year. Come, let's go together."
Qiming looked at the dumplings in the lunch box with indescribable feelings in his heart.
He showed weakness in front of Wang Jingteng and pretended to cry in order to deceive Yang Shi, but the teacher seemed to be quite fooled.
Wang Jingteng sat next to him, took out a bottle of wine from somewhere and poured it for the two of them.
"You're an adult, take a sip."
Qi Ming had seen this kind of thing, which was regarded as a top luxury product in the wasteland. He held it in his hand and was a little confused: "Aren't you going home?"
Home?
Wang Jingteng smiled bitterly, he had no family.
"Ever since the day of the Nova Catastrophe, there has been no reunion in this world. Almost none of my family could escape that catastrophe.
The couple finally managed to drag their daughter into the newly established safe world, but the wife also died of an overdose of the demon's poison.
Later, my daughter followed me into the Pole and died under the attack of Snake Tail City. In this world, I am the only one. "
Qiming looked at the confusion in Wang Jingteng's eyes and took a sip of the wine in the glass. The spicy feeling stimulated him to cough secretly.
Wang Jingteng laughed and said: "A third-level Yuan warrior, who has taken the Yuan Dan, can be considered as entering the palace, but he was so poisoned by a sip of wine, he is really a child."
While laughing, his voice trembled a little.
"The first time I drank, I was just like you."
The nova cataclysm, the end of the world, and the world changed drastically in just one year. When his daughter died, Wang Jingteng could no longer bear the successive blows. He was so confused that he almost followed his daughter away.
It was Principal Kong who stopped him on the rooftop.
It was also on such a New Year's Eve that Principal Kong handed him a box of dumplings. The cold and stern face that had killed everyone on the battlefield had his eyes narrowed and was full of kindness towards him.
