Commander No. 055's core logic processor was wailing frantically.
Azure light streams danced wildly within its mechanical eye sockets. Due to computational overload, wisps of white smoke overflowed from its mechanical joints.
"Warning! SSS-rank energy reaction detected approaching rapidly!"
"Broodmother No. 1 has forcibly disengaged from the White Tiger Battle Circle. Catastrophic impact estimated in 28 seconds!"
After tens of millions of simulations, this absolutely rational war machine still calculated the probability of survival as zero.
A desperate zero.
The communication channels of the Allied Forces' camp completely erupted.
Desperate roars mixed with static echoed through the Grand Canyon.
"Ballistae! Fire! Fire now!"
A roaring Pandaren soldier, paralyzed by terror, kept slipping on the glass-like ground.
"Fire my ass! Seven ballistae combined would just be scratching its itch! You're trying to poke an elephant with a toothpick?"
Hao Chi slumped beside the scorching support frame, his fingers digging into a pale yellow talisman. His nails left deep gouges in the yellow paper.
"It's over... we're all doomed. They killed too many, and now they've actually drawn the BOSS here."
"Is this Dungeon run going to end right here?"
He stared fixedly at the rapidly expanding black dot on the horizon.
It was a deep purple Slaughter Mansion diving at supersonic speed.
Lin Xiyue steadied her breath, her golden giant shield pressed firmly against her shoulder, her feet wedged into the rock layer like steel nails.
"Su Wan, prepare the Ice Wall isolation zone! Xia Lian, stop recording and get behind the cover!"
Her voice sounded fragmented amidst the roaring noise.
"There's no need."
Su Wan's voice carried a strange chill through the chaos.
She did not look at the Broodmother that blotted out the sky; her gaze remained locked on the silver-white steel creation suspended in midair.
Facing the Broodmother charging head-on, "Sam's" green blades in her hands slammed together.
As the blades collided, dark green high-voltage electric arcs exploded in the air.
The particle stream from the thrusters instantly shifted from a gentle, deep green to a blindingly white-hot flame.
[Power limiter: fully disengaged.]
[Entering Full Combustion Mode.]
The mecha's electronic synthetic voice was bone-chillingly cold, carrying a certain inquisitorial arrogance.
"She isn't planning to defend at all."
Su Wan's fingers tightened around her staff.
Lin Xiyue's pupils constricted: "You mean—"
"She's planning to tear it apart right here."
The Broodmother's colossal shadow completely engulfed the canyon.
The hideous monster, over sixty meters long, smashed through the last sliver of the evening's afterglow with its head.
Six limbs covered in a dark red metallic sheen were drawn in before its chest, their bony blades at the tips reflecting a bone-chilling, murderous light.
The egg sac on its abdomen writhed frantically as countless compound eyes flowed with purple malevolence generated by Mental Energy overflow.
This was high-level Mental Pollution, a King-rank Impact sufficient to directly destroy fragile souls.
Its descent was a dual crushing blow on both the physical and mental levels.
Inside the cockpit, Lin Qingyue expressionlessly swiped through the red warning pop-ups.
[Target: Broodmother No. 1]
[Exoskeleton Hardness: Extremely High.]
[Rule Two Triggered: Punishment of the Seven Sins, "Pride". Defense Rating reduced by 15%, Action Prediction Difficulty: Low.]
[Weak Points Marked: Wing-root base, inner mouthparts, third-segment abdominal spiracle]
[Suggested Tactic: High-speed melee slashes, concentrate attacks on weak point areas]
Lin Qingyue stared at the pulsing green code, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile unique to veteran players.
In the eyes of top-tier players, a massive BOSS like this was nothing more than a moving training dummy.
"Get back."
Sam's amplification system boosted the voice into thunder that shook the canyon.
"From now on, the area ahead is a restricted zone."
Lin Xiyue tried to step forward, but the cold light projected from the mecha's T-shaped visors nailed her to the spot.
That was the absolute focus of a top-tier conqueror, even carrying a murderous aura that warned strangers to stay away.
Their years of unspoken understanding made her realize that going up now would only cause trouble.
"Su Wan, watch her, don't let her do anything stupid."
Su Wan didn't reply, merely reaching out to grasp Lin Xiyue's wrist.
The grip wasn't strong, but it was steady.
"Xia Lian, set the recording to the maximum frame rate. Don't miss any of the highlights."
"...Copy that."
The Broodmother dove to five hundred meters.
The massive body ruthlessly compressed the air, which instantly ruptured and ignited.
A visible white shockwave swept through the atmosphere.
Following behind it was an Imperial Guard Swarm of over a thousand dark red insects.
This Reaper's Honor Guard formed a massive conical array in the sky, vowing to utterly crush this land.
The Broodmother opened her gaping blood-red maw, large enough to devour a destroyer ship.
Deep purple high-frequency sound waves tore through the spatial barrier.
Where the sound waves passed, the air rippled in layers.
This was a direct trampling of the soul, its target locked onto the mecha in mid-air.
The light screen inside the cockpit reflected Lin Qingyue's ripple-less face.
"Lock on. Phase Shift."
Her fingers blurred into afterimages across the control panel.
The pale exhaust plumes instantly erupted.
The silver mecha left several afterimages in mid-air due to visual persistence.
With a Z-shaped fold-back that defied physical inertia, it elegantly brushed past the sonic wave's rift.
The movement was as fluid as a Reaper dancing a tango on the edge of a blade.
The Broodmother's certain-strike bite instantly missed its mark.
The ferocious crushing force squeezed the air into a dull thud.
Its massive body, from the overexertion, slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up a scorched dust storm dozens of meters high.
Meanwhile, Sam had already eerily appeared at the Broodmother's flank.
That was an absolute visual blind spot.
The Imperial Guard Swarm of over a thousand dark red insects followed close behind.
These butchers, "tempered" by the White Tiger Divine Power, lunged madly at Sam, their blade-arms slicing through the air to weave an airtight red web of death.
"Commence sweep."
A low electronic synthesized voice sounded.
Green blade-light drew endless circular afterimages in the atmosphere.
The mecha spun and danced; every sidestep, every slash, was calculated, ultimate violence.
The light blade sliced through the atmosphere, precisely cutting into the joint gaps of the Imperial Guard Insects.
Those dark red carapaces, which could withstand the aftershocks of the White Tiger Celestial God's Metal Qi, were as fragile as a stack of wet paper towels before the high-temperature light blade.
The cut surfaces were smooth and flat, without even a trace of blood seeping out, because the cross-sections had instantly turned into charred carbon powder.
Dozens of High-Rank Insect Guards were bisected in the same second.
The spurting green mucus evaporated into nothingness by the flames surrounding the mecha before it even hit the ground.
This was a slaughter devoid of all beauty.
It was also an exquisitely precise funeral procession.
Sam flashed silently through the swarm, each swing of the blade taking the lives of several High-Rank Mantisfolk.
Puchi!
A giant Imperial Guard Insect launched a sneak attack from the shadows behind.
"Sam" did not even look up, the giant blade in the left hand flipping backward in a reverse slash.
A green glow flashed.
The half-metallic monster was split neatly into two pieces in mid-air.
Shattered internal organs mixed with thick green blood, under the powerful propulsion inertia, turned into a foul-smelling rain, pouring heavily onto the Broodmother's furious compound eyes.