Chapter 404

High above a piece of scarlet land, a dozen humanoid mechas lined up in a row, facing dozens of black monsters rushing over.

These mechas were all pure white, with a thick gun barrel mounted on one side of their shoulders, holding various cold weapons such as axes and giant swords in their hands, and a pair of silver mechanical wings behind them, as if they were white angels.

Those black monsters were covered with black, cold-glinting spikes on their backs, and had six thick claws on their abdomens, wrapping themselves into giant spike balls and rushing toward these mechas.

In the barrage of thick light beams and dense bullets, these hedgehog-like monsters only lost seven or eight, then rushed into the mecha group. Instantly, the spikes on their bodies were sprayed out like a rainstorm, and four or five mechas were instantly pierced by the spikes, turning into fireballs and exploding.

The remaining mechas were also surrounded and separated by these monsters one by one, and turned into giant spike balls to bounce and smash wildly, making these mechas unable to cope in a flurry.

Instantly, several more mechas turned into firelight and fell from the sky.

"It's no good, failed the assessment again. This formal mecha pilot is not something normal people can pass."

"That is, those 'Thorn Beasts' are too perverted. How could anyone pass this kind of assessment!"

"Don't talk about it. I heard that encountering Thorn Beasts in the formal mecha pilot assessment is not the worst. What's more perverted is encountering the legendary Undead Beast. It is said that this kind of monster is immortal, and only by completely destroying its core with one strike can it be truly eliminated."

"Hey, I don't know how those formal mecha pilots passed the assessment."

In the Mars base, from an arched gate flashing with white light, a dozen young mecha pilots who were staggering and cursing were spat out in a flash.

Everyone was covered in smoke and fire, covered in bruises, and some were even missing arms and legs, relying on their companions to support them before they could barely stand up.

These mecha pilots all wore blue reserve mecha pilot badges on their chests.

At this time, near the arched gate, teams of waiting medical staff ran over with white stretcher carts, carefully helping these mecha pilots onto the carts and pulling them toward the nearby medical hall.

"Another failure in the formal mecha pilot assessment. Which wave is this today?"

"It seems to be the seventh wave, right? Count them unlucky, it seems that today's formal mecha pilot assessments are all in the form of teams."

"Hehe, then they are really unlucky. In the form of a team assessment, one person cannot pass it alone. Everyone must be particularly outstanding to have a glimmer of hope."

"Hehe, I just checked, the base's medical cabins seem to be almost full. People who fail the assessment later, if they want to restore their normal state, I am afraid they have to wait for half a day."

"Hey, 'Star River' game is good at everything, it's just too serious. Every time the mecha is destroyed, it must simulate serious injury, and stay in the medical cabin for half a day before restoring to normal state to drive the mecha. The key is that this medical cabin has a certain quantity limit according to the size of the base."

"Don't complain. Our Mars base is already considered not bad. Although it is not the largest base, it can also rank in the top ten globally. I heard that some small bases only have two or three hundred medical cabins. Players are almost breaking their heads every day just to grab medical cabins. I heard that there are scalpers who specialize in this kind of thing."

Some people nearby who also had the light character "Player" on their heads were also discussing spiritedly when seeing these seriously injured mecha pilots, and some were even gloating.

"No, I remember we had fifteen people participating in this assessment. How come only fourteen people came out? Where did the missing one go?"

A young man with curly hair and dark skin who had already been lifted onto the stretcher cart suddenly sat up and screamed in British Union language.

"Missing one? Let me check. It seems there are really only fourteen people. Could it be that someone hasn't come out of the assessment dungeon?" Another white young man scanned the mecha pilots on the stretcher cart and exclaimed as well.

"Who was the last one to come out?" Someone also asked loudly.

All the reserve mecha pilots present had different expressions, but no one answered immediately.

After a good while, someone replied hesitantly:

"I came out relatively late. The moment the mecha was destroyed, I seemed to see a mecha still fighting."

As soon as these words came out, these reserve mecha pilots couldn't help but look at each other.

On the scarlet land, a roaring sound rang out.

A white shadow flashed past between two Thorn Beasts, and the two giant black beasts instantly turned into four pieces, spilling a large amount of green liquid.

At this time, the white shadow appeared in its original form in the void behind, which was a humanoid mecha holding a giant blade, with a pair of silver mechanical wings behind it blurring, making an exhausting "buzzing" sound.

"Chirp, chirp."

Several other Thorn Beasts arched their backs, and dense black spikes shot toward the white shadow like a rainstorm.

An amazing scene appeared.

The white mecha just raised an arm and pressed it into the void with its five fingers spread, toward those things that shot over.

The numerous black spikes that shot straight over suddenly stopped in mid-way, as if they were hard-pressed by an invisible force.

Then the white mecha clenched its fist with its five fingers again.

Those black spikes suspended in the air, as if swept by an invisible force, fell from the air one after another.

The humanoid mecha took this opportunity to hold the giant blade horizontally in front of its body, the mechanical wings behind it buzzed loudly, and then turned into a white shadow and rushed into the middle of several Thorn Beasts.

A cold light like a full moon suddenly bloomed.

Several Thorn Beasts burst open into pieces, and a large amount of green liquid spilled down.

At this time, only the last ten or so Thorn Beasts remained in the nearby air. Among them, the largest Thorn Beast let out a sharp cry, and all the Thorn Beasts immediately turned around and flew backward, as if they had wisdom.

The humanoid mecha stood in place without moving, but the thick gun barrel on its shoulder sprayed out a series of firelight after a tremor, and more than ten silver-white bullets the size of watermelons sprayed out in a fan shape.

"Puff," "Puff"...

The heads of the Thorn Beasts that were retreating almost burst open at the same time, and more than ten beast corpses fell from the air one after another.

At the same time, a beautiful woman's voice came from inside the white mecha:

"Ding Yu, reserve mecha pilot, all Thorn Beasts have been eliminated. You have passed the formal mecha pilot assessment. Please go to the base hall tomorrow to handle relevant procedures. You will be awarded the title of formal mecha pilot, can order personal mechas in all Blue Star Alliance bases, and enjoy the following privileges..."

"Clatter."

A mechanical sound came, and the chest cavity of the white mecha split open suddenly, revealing a young man wearing a silver-white mecha pilot uniform, with dense light lines connected to various holes in the uniform.

This young man was exactly Wang Yu who had entered the 'Star River' game and just passed the formal mecha pilot assessment.

At this moment, he looked at the beast corpses scattered on the scarlet ground, but a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Are these Nebula Beasts really the huge disaster facing Blue Star in the future?