Realistic Game

"Metal Storm!"

The eyes of the two Tier 7 warriors were wide open, their souls froze, staring at the black barrels.

Watching the black hole gun barrel one after another metal warheads flying out.

One by one, each metal tube didn't know how many metal warheads it ejected.

Thousands of warheads were overwhelmingly pressed over, like a terrifying storm made of metal.

Even more deadly, the two seventh-order fighters felt like needles pierced all over their bodies, and they were locked up and down.

More than that, both up and down, front and back, left and right are all blocked, no matter which direction they dodge, they will definitely be hit.

The range of this blockade is wide, and even if their speed is doubled, it is impossible to escape the attack range unless it is faster.

The two seventh-order fighters felt unprecedented despair, and the most powerful attack swayed forward, and all the vindictiveness from all over the body was surging out, and the nearby elements gathered together, trying their best to condense into a strong shield.

The metal storm has arrived.

From behind, it seemed that Mo Lan's mental power spread, his words sounded in the ears of many players in the manner of mental power fluctuations.

"In just an instant, thousands of shells were poured out from the muzzle in front of the mecha.

Inside the mech is equipped with a tower spirit, you can regard it as a supercomputer.

At the moment the muzzle was released, Taring completed all calculations with terrifying computing power, and blocked the dodge direction of each Tier 7 fighter based on the evaluation criteria.

This move is almost impossible to dodge, but due to the expansion of the coverage area, two Tier 7 fighters are directly blocked, so the power cannot be balanced.

So it can definitely hit, but the damage is not guaranteed. Obviously, these two Tier 7 fighters have seen through this.

It is indeed a good decision to stick to it. A little defensive, these two Tier 7 fighters should only be slightly injured.

However, this is also directly caught in Lin Wu's rhythm. A new attack is already brewing, and then a sniper, smaller-range blockade will cause a fatal blow to the two targets.

In front of firepower mechas, standing still is definitely not a good idea. "

The spread of mental power was faster than the attack speed of the electromagnetic railgun. When Mo Lan's words fell, the metal storm had already arrived in front of the two stubborn Tier 7 fighters.

Just like Mo Lan said, Lin Wu has adjusted the mecha, and Taring has already started the offensive preparations, mainly to slow down the mecha for a moment, and let the barrel launcher slow down for a moment, then the countless barrels will start to concentrate again. Strike, relying on high-intensity, high-frequency attacks to severely damage Tier 7.

But at this moment, an accident happened!

The slender and sharp shells together constitute a terrifying metal storm. The gold elements stored in these shells activate the self-sharpening characteristics of the gold-grained black steel that constitutes the shells. The amazing sharpness extends from the shells and even forms directly in front of the shells. A sharp golden glow!

When Jin Mang hit the shield of the seventh-order soldier, that sharp Jin Mang directly broke through the vindictive structure on the surface of the shield, and pierced one after another under the strong power.

Ping!

With a crisp sound hidden under the loud noise, the golden light shattered under the shield, and then the shell itself hit.

The sharp shell hit the shield, breaking through again on the basis of the original breach.

Ping!

In the eyes of the seventh-order soldier's death soul, the element metal cannonball with a thickness of 156 millimeters penetrated his shield, directly hit the abdomen, and passed through.

The pierced fighting spirit shield shattered directly, and the severe pain had not been transmitted to his brain. He watched a slender shell pierce through his thigh, the flesh and blood exploded and the bones shattered.

A slender cannonball grazed by the arm, the flesh and blood shattered, leaving a trace of scorched black.

The rest of the artillery shells whizzed past, and the metal storm ploughed the ground and mountain peaks into scars. Two scarred and weak Tier 7 fighters barely floated in the air. Their faces were full of fear, no matter what, they turned their heads. Just run, like a losing dog.

At this moment, Mo Lan's voice just fell, as if still echoing in his ears.

"...It's just a slight injury..."

"Minor injury??? You call it a minor injury?!"

Mo Lan was also dumbfounded when he noticed the confused eyes.

"According to...according to our modeling of the seventh-order fighter, it should indeed be slightly injured...

Rank 7 fighter, that's it? "

Not just a group of players and Mo Lan, even Lin Hui who was preparing to attack was also confused.

The attack order stopped. Lin Wu looked at the two heavily injured Tier 7 fighters. After a moment of indulgence, he shook his head and gave up his plan to attack again.

Silently, Lin Wu, wearing an armor, appeared outside the mecha. The mecha fell to the ground and sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Wu looked around, looked at the two armies that belonged to the northern and southern empires, and said slowly.

"The gambling battle has officially begun. From this moment on, the ranks 7 and above must not intervene in the battlefield!"

Before the voice was over, hundreds of thousands of players shouted in unison.

"war!"

On the other two sides, the morale of the two menacing armies was somewhat sluggish.

The three armies retreated at the same time. When all three armies came to the edge of the gambling area, the war officially began!

Lin Wu slowly walked down from the air. When he came to Mo Lan and Lu Bin, he waved his hand on his abdomen, his armor quickly folded and disappeared, and finally sank into the waistband in a shadow. There was no sound during the whole process.

"Lin Wu, you are going to be famous."

"Oh, handsome?"

"Lin Wu, you are going to die."

"Oh, handsome?"

"Lin Wu, you..."

"handsome or not?"

"Okay, handsome, give me the whole set too."

"Then it's over."

Lin Wo shrugged.

"Oh, yes, we have a serious overestimation of the strength assessment of master fighters.

Whether it is speed, reaction speed, defensive power, destructive power, or overall strength, we are overestimating.

Just like just now ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I almost killed two Tier 7 fighters. Fortunately, I didn't kill them, otherwise it might crash. "

Lin Wu said with a sigh of relief.

"It's really too weak. I didn't expect that my ranged blockade attack range could severely wound them, even if the blockade density was higher, they would all be killed.

Rank 7 fighter, that's it? I can't believe it. "

Mo Lan nodded when he heard the words.

"It's really a bit weak, let's not say anything else, the actual speed of the seventh-order fighter is much lower than our assessment.

Therefore, the range of our all-round blockade bombardment can be reduced a lot, at least the density of bombardment within the blockade range can be increased by two or three times.

In other words, if we correct the evaluation criteria, your mecha can perform two Tier 7 fighters per second..."

Mo Lan felt a little unconfident as he spoke.

So weak? impossible?