BGM full of evil temperament echoed over the ruins of the battlefield, and wild singing rose and fell with the music.
As the source of the sound, the machine that is so easy to lock in theory is like a ghost, floating in the ruins. Every time it appears, a mecha must be declared scrapped.
One, two, three...
The limbs that were easily torn off were thrown on the ground casually, and the remaining pilots formed a circle back to back, holding 44mm cannons to guard against monsters that might appear at any time.
Yes, monster!
It's not that they don't know about the existence of seventh-generation aircraft, and many pilots have even experienced it, but it is precisely because of this that they deeply understand that being able to exert such destructive power is not at all due to the aircraft!
"At this moment, you are already in an illusion~~"
"And the antidote is right here~~"
Songs came from all directions, which seemed to indicate that the other party was everywhere. The pilots' spirits were on the verge of collapse, and even their bodies were trembling with their movements.
"Want relief?"
The song that sounded like persuasion echoed, as if the devil was whispering in his ears. Not only the slender driver, but also the audience watching the live broadcast in front of the screen, those who turned on the holographic mode and were immersed in the scene, subconsciously vomited out. word--
"want to!"
"Wow!"
The gun fell to the ground, and the driver, who was overwhelmed by mental pressure, suddenly began to run away. At the moment when the needle thread collapsed, the demonic machine appeared again——
Click!
One machine fell down in response. The monster, which was taller than ordinary sixth-generation machines, grabbed one as a shield and used friend-or-foe identification to hold back the cannon and fire it. At the same time, two more machines fell down.
That demon-like machine was like a tiger swarming a flock of sheep, easily killing all the mechas around it that showed flaws. The sense of oppression it showed far exceeded the generation difference in the machine's performance!
"It's the body structure! The secret lies in the body structure! Mr. George is proficient in the structure of the body. The mecha that seems to be torn apart by brute force is actually achieved with the help of the pilot feedback and joint structure of the master and slave!"
In the silent commentary booth, Victor, who finally received the copywriter from Constantine's design department, yelled loudly. It was not that Constantine was kind, but mainly that the lethality shown by George was so exaggerated that even Constantine Company They can't help but start to worry about whether the machine will be besieged by other peers because of its excellent performance. If customers buy it back and find that it does not have such performance, will it damage the company's reputation?
But at this time, George, who was in the flames of war, obviously didn't care about this at all. His machine took that awkward but very touching step, tearing apart each machine as easily as a child's puppet, and then casually Throw it aside.
When his killing ends, a song can be sung.
No, at this moment, the audience didn't even feel that he was killing too fast. Instead, they felt that... this guy seemed to want to finish the song, so he deliberately dragged out the rhythm.
The demonic machine body stood with its hands on its hips and its feet in a T shape, standing among the ruins in an angry posture. Coolant like blood flowed from the scattered mecha parts under his feet.
The originally boiling air condensed at this moment, and even light frost flowers condensed in a small area.
George Augustus, who was singing while fighting, also completed typing the os at this time. He walked in that extremely magical and twisted step and typed the final os command to the AI——
"Machine name registration, 'World'."
"Understand, 'The World' is at your service."
The screen that was originally filled with a lot of code instantly changed into a familiar layout, and on the refreshing interface, an alarm suddenly started flashing.
At the same time, AI, which had just completed registration, also reported in a nondescript voice:
"A supersonic weapon has been detected and is expected to arrive in twelve seconds. Please find a bunker immediately. Repeat, please find a bunker immediately..."
[Fuck, Sun Umbrella actually used supersonic missiles in the city. Is this crossing the line? 】
The live broadcast room suddenly exploded, but the [World] standing on the "mountain of corpses and sea of blood" was not afraid of the danger. It raised its head proudly and looked up at the white smoke that was "slowly" approaching in the sky.
When this missile was fired, the sun umbrella undoubtedly violated the rules of the game, but except for Constantine, no company would be angry about this, because no one wanted Constantine to get such an airframe tester.
"Hide!"
"Hide quickly!"
"Why are you just standing there?!"
"Deflection shields are useless against weapons of mass destruction!"
Various voices came from the audience. They even forgot to type, but the machine still looked up at the sky.
They knew very well that even tactical missiles were powerful enough to completely destroy an urban area, and with the mobility of seventh-generation aircraft, it was impossible to escape from the explosion range even if they really fled at full speed.
However, the anchor didn't look like he was waiting for death, because he still had that confident smile on his face.
"9 seconds, 8 seconds..."
In the continuous countdown of [World], there was a sudden pause, and what appeared immediately was a completely different sentence from the countdown——
"Data transfer completed."
"Unlock the driving!" George said immediately after hearing this. At this moment, everyone noticed that George's smart terminal was still plugged into the cockpit interface.
It turns out that in addition to playing BGM, the anchor is also downloading data? However, even if the data is downloaded, how can one escape?
The audience had such a reaction in their hearts, and at this time, George, who was already holding the gambler's plastic wrap ball and terminal, had already gotten out of the cockpit.
However, he did not leave, but ordered to the machine that no longer had a pilot:
"Southeast, full throw, maximum power, all-rounder overload!"
"learn."
"Wait a minute, it can't be..." Hearing this instruction, Victor opened his jaw so much that it almost dislocated, and Hierro, who was half a beat too slow to react, finally held George Augustus in his hands. Understand what is going to happen next.
"Is this really possible?" Hierro looked at his partner dryly, while Victor raised his arms in [World] and said:
"Sixth-generation aircraft can break the speed of sound by throwing flying knives, but the problem is, that is not something humans can bear!"
"But this gentleman just carried a rocket to the sky..." As Hierro spoke, before Victor could answer, the electromagnetic muscle bundles of the entire [World] aircraft completed their last contraction in an instant.
Under the explosive force that squeezed out all the functions in an instant, George Augustus, whose total weight was less than 100 kilograms, and the plastic wrap ball he held in his arms, were thrown away by the machine at a terrifying speed like a baseball. Going out, the director wanted to control the drone to follow, but he only captured the moment when the body escaped, and all the screens were left with a blurry screen.
At the same time, the residents in Asgre City also felt the shaking of the earth and the light of fire in the distance.
"Quick, move the nearby drones over! At least find the body!"
Not only Dole Media, but all the big and small forces in Asgray City deployed their equipment almost at the same time, not for the life and death of this man named George Augustus, but for the gambling ghost. , and the terminal on him.
Blah blah blah...
Huaping's screen recovered after a few seconds, and a drone close to Feng Xue's throwing direction connected the screen.
Only thick smoke and flames remained in the originally dilapidated urban area, but in the video footage, a bulging buffer ball was being torn apart with force, and a strong man was carrying a cling film ball with a bloody head. He emerged from the ball, and was illuminated red by the firelight behind him...
Regarding the Rift Girl, there are many theories about the specific origin of this urban legend, but this is not important. In short, everyone only needs to understand that when this thing broke out, it even caused turmoil in the entire neon world.
You can check the details online. You should be able to find relevant explanations at Station B or Encyclopedia, so I won’t go into too much nonsense.
In short, this thing was just spread by word of mouth, which directly caused a nationwide storm. Primary school students were afraid to go to school, and parents were so frightened that the police and the army had to carry out armed patrols (not that they wanted to kill the slit girl, but just to give parents and children a sense of security). )……
But this thing disappeared very suddenly. This large-scale urban legend that even led to the dispatch of military and police disappeared in an instant. It was later discovered that it turned out to be primary school students on vacation (I can’t remember whether it was winter vacation or summer vacation).
Because at that time, primary school students basically went home during the holidays, and there was less communication between students. Even if they did, it was only a few who gathered together. In addition, due to the threat of gaping girls, there were basically no primary school students talking about related topics during the summer vacation. So this strange story disappeared.
The reason why I say this is to illustrate how fragile ghost stories are after losing their communication channels. As I mentioned before, this point in time is exactly the turning point between ghost stories and reality. The main reason is the influence of the Internet and self-media. universal.
(End of chapter)
