Chapter 508

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Ayla didn't care whether this was actually a Titan; she was checking the structure one last time.

"Working once is enough."

When Hei Tie Cheng cleared the Road, Ayla activated the Mecha.

The first time it stood, a center-of-gravity calculation error made it kneel directly on one knee.

Everyone's heart went cold; she quickly adjusted the hydraulic Output and leg load.

The second time, the Mecha stood up.

An eight-to-nine-meter-tall war Machine stepped out of the Cargo Hold's Shadow step by step.

The Ground vibrated with its Footsteps; uncooled weld seams puffed white smoke, and lifting chains and exposed wiring still hung on it.

It looked like a Monster forcibly clawed out of the corpse of industrial civilization.

The Hei Tie Cheng officers' first reaction upon seeing this thing was to concentrate fire.

Mortars, heavy machine guns, and rockets bombarded simultaneously.

The improvised armor was constantly shattered, but the Main Structure was originally a Dreadnought test chassis and heavy loading/unloading Device, so it could hold for a short time.

Ayla didn't engage in long-range attrition; she charged straight into the mechanized formation under fire.

The first Armor Vehicle was sliced from the side by the melt-cut Arm; the second had its front seized by the hydraulic claw and was forcibly flipped over.

Afterward she used it as cover to block heavy machine gun sweeps.

The right Arm autocannon swept a mortar Position; shoulder rockets all slammed into the enemy's heavy firepower vehicles.

Several Hei Tie Cheng Elites in heavy industrial exoskeletons charged up.

In the Qi Diao Zhe's eyes they were Steel monsters, but standing before the eight-to-nine-meter-tall Little Titan, they were like a few Mice.

Ayla kicked one flying.

The right leg hydraulics leaked; she shut down the damaged circuit and made the other two pumps work overload.

The autocannon jammed; she manually switched to backup ammo feed while driving a charge.

The Core kept reporting structural risk; she ignored the risk directly and kept working!

This scene was undoubtedly shocking to both Hei Tie Cheng and the Qi Diao Zhe.

No one knew how Ayla did it; this thing that looked like scrap was far more powerful than its appearance.

It even had several points of the feel of an Imperial God Machine walking on the Earth.

Could this guy be an Ork Beastman? With Wo Xun Si power?

The Hei Tie Cheng Commander naturally Noticed his own side's Green Skin Morale starting to go wrong, so he decided to deploy the Hunting Knife he had brought this time.

"Damn it, Second Battalion Commander!"

"Here!"

"Where the hell is your Mining Melt-Through Cannon!?"

"Bring it up for me!"

A huge Mining Transport Vehicle drove up from the Rear, a giant Barrel mounted on its Tank Track chassis.

The Mining Melt-Through Cannon was originally used to cut through thick underground ore seams; its rate of fire was extremely slow, but its Threat to Large-scale targets was extremely high.

"Fire! Aim directly, blast the hell out of it!"

The first shot missed; the molten beam burned a terrifying Trace into the airport Concrete Ground.

The second shot hit the Little Titan's left leg.

Improvised armor and part of the Structure were directly burned through; the hydraulic system burst over a large area; the Mecha knelt.

Hei Tie Cheng immediately unleashed saturated Firepower; the right Arm autocannon was blown up, the rear auxiliary Reactor overheated, and the Cockpit armor was Torn Open.

Ayla herself was wounded in Battle for the second time; fresh blood dripped onto the console.

The Core concluded via remote data interface: "Mecha has lost conditions for continued action; recommend pilot eject immediately."

Ayla tried to restart; left leg power was completely severed; right-side hydraulics could not bear the whole Mecha's pressure.

But just then, through the shattered Cockpit she saw those Qi Diao Zhe had not run.

Someone dragged the previously Confiscated heavy machine gun behind the Ruins and began moving Ammunition, preparing to counterattack.

Or they fired the most ordinary Waste Guns at Hei Tie Cheng; some even dragged wounded in the Cannon Fire.

They were still afraid, even crying as they fired, but not a single one ran.

An extremely intense belief resonance crashed into Ayla's Heart.

Before it was always she influencing those around her; this time, the wills of dozens, hundreds of Ordinary People surged in together, supporting her.

They weren't waiting for a strong person to keep protecting them; they wanted to Fight Side by Side with her, telling Ayla she wasn't alone.

Beside Ayla's blood dripping on the console, a very faint golden-Purple Light slowly lit up.

No sound, no words, not even anything that could be clearly identified.

Just that strand of golden light silently lit up between blood and oil stains.

The Gorgon Yi Xun He Ice Cold Heart gave a report completely contrary to engineering Logic for the first time:

"Severed hydraulic actuators have regenerated motion; severed power lines have shown output; unsupported mechanical legs are bearing weight again."

"No damage has been repaired; cracks still spray oil; armor remains shattered; Reactor still overheats; an Unknown force is forcibly making this already dead Machine continue to work."

After repeated calculations, the Core gave a ridiculous conclusion: "Unknown psychic interference, estimated sustainable time: sixty seconds."

Ayla looked at this number.

"One minute, enough."

The next second, Little Titan stood up again.

The already-killed monsters suddenly rose, instantly shattering part of the Hei Tie Cheng soldiers' psychological defensive line.

"Holy shit?! Is this really a Titan?"

"The God Emperor has manifested, we'd better run!"

A batch of people directly abandoned their positions and scattered in flight.

Ayla also seized the opportunity, no longer clearing miscellaneous soldiers, charging straight at that Mining Melt-Through Cannon.

The first fifteen seconds, Ayla crashed into the position before the Mining Melt-Through Cannon completed its third charge, using her only remaining melt-cutting arm to tear open the barrel and energy structure together.

The second fifteen seconds, she destroyed Hei Tie Cheng's remaining communication vehicles and artillery command nodes, the entire corps lost unified command.

The third fifteen seconds, the Hei Tie Cheng commander realized the situation was uncontrolled, immediately boarding an armored command vehicle to retreat.

Ayla grabbed a multi-ton mechanical wreck from the ruins and smashed it over, flipping the vehicle.

The final fifteen seconds, dragging her already-disintegrating frame, she walked to the command vehicle, used her mechanical hand to directly pry open the upper armor, grabbed the commander inside and threw him on the ground.

Only the last few seconds remained.

Ayla did not continue killing, she opened the already severely distorted amplifier.

"Lay down your weapons."

Hei Tie Cheng soldiers looked at the destroyed heavy cannons, positions that had lost contact, the captured highest commander, and that steel giant shrouded in purple-gold radiance, clearly should have already died yet stood up again.

The first gun hit the ground, followed by more and more guns hitting the ground, large area after large area of people began to surrender.

They could no longer generate any thought of resistance.

Sixty seconds arrived.

The mecha did not explode, nor did it spectacularly dissipate, only the purple-gold light suddenly extinguished.

The next moment, all mechanical problems that had been forcibly maintained in operation erupted at once.

Left leg completely snapped, right leg joint locked, rear reactor flamed out, melt-cutting arm detached from shoulder, chest's temporarily welded armor plate smashed to the ground in one piece.

The eight-to-nine-meter-tall Little Titan collapsed with a boom like a scrap iron tower that had lost its support.

Ayla had jumped out of the cracked cockpit in advance, landing with a stagger, her body covered in blood and oil.

That final minute just now, forcibly maintaining the mecha, consumed no small amount of her mental power.

Gunshi and the others rushed over immediately, glanced at the completely scattered war machine, then at the five-to-six-hundred surrendering people all over the ground, unable to speak for a long while.

Someone murmured: "Awesome......"

Ayla looked at the completely scrapped wreckage.

"The structural design still has problems."

After the battle someone proposed killing all the prisoners.

Five hundred plus mouths are too many, ration pressure is not small.

And if they survive, they might still continue to become enemies.

Gunshi also tended toward simply disposing of a portion.

Ayla refused.

"They have already lost weapons and command capability, killing them does not conform to the highest interest."

She walked to the prisoners and directly asked: "Who knows how to repair engines? Who knows how to maintain vehicles? Who is medical? Who understands power generation equipment? Who can operate heavy machinery?"

The originally kneeling awaiting-death prisoners looked at each other in blank dismay, hands slowly rising one by one.

Ayla began to rapidly disassemble an army defeated by her own hand into technical personnel, drivers, engineering personnel, and soldiers who could be retrained.

She promised, as long as they did well, in one year she would let them shed their slave status and become free Qi Diao Zhe again.

That night, she returned to the Gore Geng Yi Xun He Ice Cold Heart again.

The red human figure lit up again, the Core's first sentence was not to continue arguing "flesh is weak."

"According to existing mechanical state, this frame should have completely ceased operation sixty-one seconds ago."

Ayla did not raise her head.

"I know."

"Then, how do you explain it continuing to operate for sixty seconds?"

Ayla was silent for a while.

"I don't know."

"This is a question that cannot be answered with engineering data." The Core's voice was still indifferent, but its speech tempo was half a beat slower than before.

"Your existence is producing variables that existing data cannot accommodate."

Ayla raised her head, looking at that huge red silhouette.

"Then continue recording."

She turned and walked out of the underground.

Outside, Seventh Dock was brightly lit.

Those surrendered Hei Tie Cheng soldiers were being settled in batches, Gunshi leading people in inventorying confiscated weapons and equipment.

A group of Qi Diao Zhe surrounded Little Titan's wreckage, arguing over whether to dismantle the still-usable parts.

Someone saw Ayla come out, shouted from afar: "How to handle these things?"

Ayla walked over.

Beside the wreckage were piled parts dismantled from the frame: twisted joints, ruptured hydraulic pipes, and several fragments of melt-cutting arms.

"What can be repaired, repair; what can't, melt down and reforge."

"Then what about this?" That person pointed at the thoroughly scrapped main frame.

Ayla looked for a while.

"Keep it."

"Keep it for what?"

She did not answer, only reached out and touched that load-bearing beam still radiating heat.

Cold, rough, carrying the battle intent of ten thousand years ago, like something she could not describe in words.

"Wade Tower's unification requires a true Imperial God Machine."

Ayla's eyes blazed with fiery radiance,