On the defensive line, the life-saving talisman in Hao Chi's hand was already soaked with sweat, his nails digging deep grooves into the yellow paper.
He looked up at the purple building that blotted out the sky and sun, then glanced at the silver-white mecha in mid-air, which was smaller than even a single claw tip of the Broodmother.
His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open unconsciously.
Broken whispers escaped his throat.
"This... this isn't scientific..."
Hao Chi's voice trembled noticeably.
"How could a mecha of this tonnage perform such high-frequency micro-operations?"
This wasn't a battle.
This was a complete slaughter.
"What the hell is this mecha..."
Hao Chi rubbed his eyes hard, his tone filled with unbelievable absurdity.
"This is clearly a giant assassin with maxed-out agility! How can it move such a massive pile of metal as if it were as light as a sheet of paper?"
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High in the Nine Heavens, the White Tiger Phantom looking down upon all living beings, the light in its golden eyes grew more intense.
"Oh?"
His whisper echoed within his own Divine Realm, tinged with the joy of discovering a new toy.
"Interesting, truly interesting."
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The Broodmother was completely enraged.
[Seven Deadly Sins: Pride].
It had never placed this tiny mecha on an equal footing with itself.
In its calculations, it was merely an annoying high-grade turret that needed to be eliminated first.
Yet this "little tin can" it considered an ant was actually slaughtering its Imperial Guard right before its eyes!
As a creature standing at the top of the Swarm's pyramid, it could not accept such an ignominious humiliation.
The emotion of Wrath instantly crushed all Pride.
Its massive body suddenly shuddered, six jointed limbs flailing wildly.
Its giant mouthparts opened wide, and tens of thousands of purple beams condensed with Mental Energy swept across the area where "Sam" was located in a fan-shaped barrage, like a rainstorm!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The vitrified ground was blasted open into deep craters, the purple energy corroding the rocks and emitting a piercing "hissing" sound.
However, all the attacks missed.
That silver figure darted, dodged, and shifted through the gaps in the barrage.
With every movement, it narrowly escaped its position a thousandth of a second before the attack landed, with pinpoint precision.
Its movements were so fast it seemed to foresee the future.
The Fire Wings carved two red streaks that tore through the sky behind it.
It charged alone into the deep purple shadow of death, facing the Broodmother's roar.
The sky was stained a chaotic hue by flames and insect corpses.
In this asymmetric duel, the tiny silver mecha was stripping away the ancient behemoth's dignity, step by step.
After dodging a furious sweep from the Broodmother, "Sam's" thrusters suddenly reversed.
The mecha performed an incredible U-turn in midair, its entire body defying inertia as it charged back toward the Broodmother's massive form.
The twin blades carved two perfectly precise green afterimages in the air.
This time, the target was no longer the Imperial Guard.
Instead, it was the vulnerable joint connecting the Broodmother's second right limb to its abdomen, highlighted by the tactical AI!
The long blade collided with the purple carapace.
There was no expected metallic clang, only a "hissing" sound like a high-pressure laser cutting through leather.
A string of blinding sparks drew a several-meter-long arc along the Broodmother's side neck.
"Its hide is certainly thick enough."
Inside the cockpit, Lin Qingyue tapped the control panel with her fingertip as the AI assistant assessed this defense.
The Broodmother's multiple compound eyes turned blood-red with rage.
From the edges of its mouthparts, which were large enough to swallow a small warship, viscous venom continuously dripped.
It couldn't comprehend.
In its conceptual dimension, everything in existence was mere dust to be crushed at will, save for that exalted White Tiger Celestial God who radiated the aura of Geng-Metal slaughter and could harm it.
Yet this silver little thing, like a slippery flea, was leaping madly in its sensory blind spots.
No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't capture that silver-white shadow.
The opponent always slipped away in an extremely thrilling yet elegant posture the moment its claws swept past.
The feeling was just like a colossus doing its absolute best to pounce on a fly dancing wildly at the tip of its nose.
And the opponent's attacks could actually leave deep gashes on its carapace, bringing an itch that penetrated to the marrow of its bones.
"Your attack telegraphing is too obvious, you big chunk of meat."
Inside the cockpit, Lin Qingyue's gaze was focused as she offered her ruthless critique.
"Your attack motions are fixed and your logic is simple. Other than having a thicker health bar, you're no different from a wild boar in the Beginner Village."
Sam Mecha had already completed seven high-speed passes around the Broodmother's massive body.
With each pass, Lin Qingyue didn't attack randomly.
The mecha's glowing green giant blade left twenty-eight extremely deep and perfectly symmetrical scratches on the Broodmother's back carapace, which was sturdy enough to support a tank's passage.
These scratches vaguely formed a strange geometric shape.
That was the "Weakness Stacking Zone" marked by the tactical AI.
The Broodmother let out a furious shriek, the red hue of its body deepening further.
[Target has triggered Rule Two: Punishment of the Seven Sins, Wrath!]
[Target's defense is additionally reduced by 10%. Intelligence checks have suffered a 30% reduction due to rage-induced logic collapse! Attack power has increased by 20%.]
Inside the cockpit, Lin Qingyue stared at the green characters flashing wildly on her retina, her fingers blurring as they swept across the control stick.
Once a large-scale BOSS like this falls into a berserk state, its move set becomes extremely predictable.
Although its power has increased, in the eyes of a top-tier pro gamer, this is simply handing over the offensive rhythm on a silver platter.
"Broken already? Your mental fortitude is too weak," Lin Qingyue muttered softly, her left foot pressing down on the side thruster valve.
The silver-white mecha "Sam" carved a razor-thin U-shaped trajectory in the air, brushing past the Broodmother's pillar-like mouthparts.
The scorching tail flame even charred the fine hairs on the Broodmother's face to a crisp.
The Broodmother swung its six blade-like limbs in a frenzy, the air erupting with sonic booms as it was sliced apart.
Each strike smashed a deep crater into the ground, yet each time it missed Sam by just a few centimeters.
Those few centimeters were the chasm between life and death.
The Broodmother was clearly ready to flip the table. The psychic light in its massive triangular compound eyes had condensed to its absolute limit.
It unleashed a roar of pure fury.
The six membranous wings on its back stopped flapping and began to self-resonate at a frequency that distorted space itself.
The high-frequency waves generated by this resonance could instantly shatter the internal organs of all living creatures within a one-kilometer radius.
Even solid rock would be pulverized into dust by this wave.
This was its ultimate trump card.
"Now."
Lin Qingyue not only refrained from activating the defensive barrier but actually disabled the thrusters' attitude stabilizer.
"Sam, Core Overload Mode. Maximize output."
On the mecha's chest, the triangular area representing the drive energy source instantly shifted from a deep green to a blinding, brilliant white.
A faint crimson aura even began to emanate from it.
"Now this is more like it."
The mecha performed a magnificent, almost folding mid-air rotation.
Due to the extreme acceleration, the air around Sam was instantly sucked dry, creating a small-scale vacuum zone.
The two emerald-green battle blades merged into one. Driven by the explosive thrust of the mecha's boosters, it transformed into an aurora that sliced through the night sky.
This was a decisive strike, combining Lin Qingyue's peak piloting skills with the ultimate performance of the Sam Mecha.
CRACK!!!
A crisp sound, so loud it made everyone think they were hallucinating, suddenly erupted in the dead-silent canyon.
The sound was not like metal clashing, but more like some pillar bearing the weight of the world had violently snapped.
On the tactical AI interface, the bright red progress bar instantly cleared to zero.
[Status Confirmed: Destroyed!]
At the intersection of the twenty-eight scratches on the Broodmother's once-indestructible carapace, a hideous hole appeared.
Its shrieks came to an abrupt halt.
Those compound eyes, filled with pride and fury, actually revealed a human-like bewilderment at this moment.
The energy circulation within its body had been severed.
For that crucial strike had not only pierced through its shell, but had also precisely cut the connection between its central nervous system and the muscles at the base of its wings.
In an instant, this sixty-meter-long behemoth lost the ability to resist gravity.
Under the terrified gaze of tens of thousands of Zerg.
Under the nearly stunned stares of the Allied Forces soldiers.
That "living building," covered in purple ichor that oozed from its body, plunged straight down from a height of a hundred meters like a lifeless piece of rotten meat.
THOOM!!!
The earth groaned in agony.
The shockwave from the fall swept through the entire rear of the canyon.
Thousands of ordinary Mantisfolk who failed to escape in time were crushed into meat patties by their own Broodmother.
A small mushroom cloud of dust mixed with insect corpses rose within the canyon.