No one expected that this was the first person to take a look, and the one who jumped out of the box, running and shouting, was more lively than the New Year, attracting everyone's attention, and he could be called a fat man who made a grand appearance and made a gorgeous appearance, and he fell down like this

The spectators in the stands were dumbfounded, and everyone in the box was also blank.

Zhang Pengcheng and a group of Chakner officers clung to the balbin of the terrace, their eyes split. Margaret covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, and her face pale in disbelief. Carolina gritted her teeth, her expression complicated, her eyes flickering. Cheng Zhixuan showed a hint of schadenfreude.

And the most unprepared is Ammon!

In between the battles against the three rangers, he had already seen the fat man's every move. When the fat man rushed over, his first feeling was that he was seriously threatened!

Before Ammon's transformation, he was just a sixth-level mecha warrior with a hand speed of thirty-five movements, and in terms of hand speed, he was not even a fart compared to the perverts who had fifty or sixty hands at every turn on this planet Mars, and even more so in terms of mecha control skills. He relied on the mecha control system that directly used the command of the brain.

This control system turns the entire mecha into a part of his body, when he wants to move his fingers, the mecha's fingers will move, and when he wants to run, the mecha will run. The more you exercise your brain, the longer you spend running in with the mecha, and the more handy you will be at controlling the mecha.

The same mecha action, for other mechas, means complicated control commands, for him. But it's just a thought. The difference between the two is more than a thousand miles.

When I first arrived in Mars. Not only did Cooper not believe in his strength, but even Ammon himself was a little unsure of his own strength.

After all, the free world mecha fighting is famous. It will be no stranger to any Pilot. They almost grew up listening to the legends.

However, when he easily defeated more than a dozen Tailiu fighters, including Nakagawa Daiki, in a competition, and was invincible like a god, he saw it. It's surrender.

After that battle, he was to himself. There is no doubt about his own mecha.

The feeling of being in control of everything and looking at the crowd made him intoxicated. He even had an urge to pilot the mecha and just go out and challenge all the Mars mechs, just like the rumored bandit army of fifty mechs to roam Canterlot. It's just that he did it more thoroughly. He was going to run Mars alone. He wants to see more people surrender!

And because of that. When he was blocked by three young pilots who piloted the mecha ground in the traditional control way, his heart was tantamount to setting off a monstrous wave.

He had done his best, but the opponent's mecha moves were beyond his imagination. He could use the skills of the mecha control standard to defeat Nakagawa Daiki, but he couldn't defeat these three young fighters who had already reached another level in terms of technique.

What frightened him even more was that every time he saw it, he had to talk about one of the mecha killings, but in the end, there was always a mysterious force that made him lose his balance, let him tie his hands and feet, and let him watch his prey slip away again and again. If it weren't for the strong enough ruling, he would have almost fallen under the interference of this power several times.

Three cyan mechs with big bellies were spinning around him rapidly, and the heads of these three mechs had the same metal mask, which was a fat face, and on the face, there was an eternal sarcastic smile.

This smile made him go crazy in the futility of his efforts again and again.

When the owner who saw this face personally drove the mecha towards him, Amon already had an ominous premonition in the increasingly tight entanglement of the three mechas.

He didn't understand what the power of restraining himself from beginning to end was that kind of power that only appeared suddenly at a critical moment, but could make him feel bound from beginning to end. He also didn't know how high the mecha control level of these three young mechmen was. He didn't know how many such machines and mechas, there were in this world.

He only knew that although he had the power to surpass this era, he fell into a big net because he despised his opponent too much. He would love to report all this to the Adjudicating Legion, to the Emperor's ** Department! As expected, the adjudicator legion, which has no opponent, seems to have an opponent. No one knows how many bandits there are, but the ruling legion, so far, there are only more than 200 people!

This is such an important piece of information, but if you can't get out of here in a few minutes, everything is just delusion.

When the cyan mecha rushed up with his stomach up, he made a move.

It's a way that almost ends up together!

At that moment, he was even ready to switch his mind and let his consciousness get out of the mecha and regain control of his body. His hands were soaked in a warm nutrient solution, and what his palms had been holding tightly was the self-destruct device switch of the mecha. With just a slight rotation to the right, this mech, which must never fall into anyone's hands, will turn into a pile of scrap metal.

At the beginning of the design, the ruling designed a sophisticated self-destruct device. Because of the various tasks to be performed, the detection of scanners is often encountered, so this self-destruct device is not explosive, but a combination of mechanical violence and high temperatures. Once activated, the device will completely destroy the critical systems inside the mecha in an instant.

At the same time as destroying the mecha, the humanoid control cabin will also be incinerated by high temperatures. The only things that opponents could find in this living coffin were ashes and melted metal.

However, the development of events was beyond Ammon's imagination.

At that time, the other three mechs were all covering for the reunion of this mecha. Behind the ruling, to the left and right, was shrouded in enemy attacks. At that moment, Amon didn't have time to think, he just instinctively stepped forward, and while dodging the attacks of the three mechs, he forced the oncoming cyan mechs to dodge in the same way.

The cyan mecha didn't seem to expect Ammon's resoluteness. During the charge, he made several feints one after another. Ultimately. When he finally found out about Ammon's toughness, it was too late to dodge.

The verdict punched through his lower abdomen.

In the flickering of sparks and electric light, the cyan mecha. Fell down. There was a loud bang, as if it had set the ground in time.

Picture. From stasis, to vivid.

Three cyan mechs attacked the purple mechs like crazy. Every move is a fierce melee fight! The previous one-touch retreat tactic has been thrown out of the clouds. They have lost their minds.

Amon smiled. With the power of one person. Provoking the entire Mars Front, what he is afraid of is not killing, but entanglement! The fat man who made his grand debut and fell down easily gave him a golden opportunity.

God has once again favored Himself!

The verdict in the shell of the engine began to play to its advantages.

As the first modified pilot to complete the transformation, Ammon piloted the ground, and was the first generation of judges. This kind of mecha is more powerful than the already known Fiyan eleventh generation mecha.

The technical reserve of mechs of the Binalt Empire. Although it has not yet caught up with the Republic of Fiyan. In terms of long-range attack systems, etc., the ruling is compared to the eleventh generation mecha of Feiyang. It's a little bit worse. However, the gap is so small that it is almost negligible. However, the emergence of the brain-controlled operating system is enough to make the ruling have an overwhelming advantage over the Feiyang mecha.

Overwhelming advantage, that is the gap between a generation of mechas! It's not wrong to call the ruling a twelfth-generation mecha!

Lightning-fast speed, sturdy mecha structure, enough engine power to cut through the armor of a battleship with an ion light knife, and more advanced electronics, how could these free-world mechs be able to compete with?! Even the Feiyang army here is mostly equipped with nine generations of heavenly punishment and ten generations of divine gifts!

Once these fighters lose their minds and give up their entanglement play, they can no longer be a threat!

With a sinister smile, Ammon's movements became faster and faster.

The purple mecha attacks like a tide, and guards like an iron gate. It only flickered around the cyan mecha lying on the ground.

He will not give up such a good cover for the mecha that fell to the ground, what is pierced is the abdomen, and the mecha cockpit may be crushed and deformed by this, or penetrated by the mecha parts, but the mecha in the cockpit still has at least a fifty percent survival rate. The three cyan mechs, a few times, tried to push him out of the way, dragging the mechs on the ground out of his control.

They're naïve.

Ammon is getting more and more relaxed. Despite being one against three, he had gradually gained the upper hand as the battle progressed. / The three impetuous-minded cyan mechs, their movements began to be scattered, and there was almost no cooperation with each other, and they were desperately relying on a stream of blood.

Amon sneered, this is the difference between a brain-controlled machine and a hand-controlled machine. When you are just a little tired because of overuse of your brain, your opponent's hands can no longer insist on high-frequency movements. Their manipulation power has declined much faster than their own.

Ammon fought calmly.

The three rangers who lost their minds gave him too many opportunities. He didn't let go of these opportunities, and every time he made a shot, he brought a little damage to one of the rangers.

He waited, waiting for the damage to accumulate enough.

The purple mecha crossed its arms and blocked the flying kick of Buzz in front of him, kicked it with his feet, and his body volleyed in a rapid retreat, and an upside-down golden hook kicked on Long Tai's mecha arm. With a loud bang, the ranger's already somewhat deformed arm became more twisted, and a kicked secondary drive rod poked out of the holes in the shell. The mech staggered back.

Ammon didn't chase either, and the ruling landed on one leg and rolled sideways, his right foot lightning straight for the head of the other Ranger who pounced on him.

Kozmo crossed his hands to protect his head, and there was another loud bang, and the mecha was kicked back more than ten meters by this kick. The sturdy floor was pulled out by the feet with two deep cracks.

On the front, Buzz drove the already scarred Ranger up like crazy, and the iron fist of the mecha was like a speeding train into the tunnel, with a loud whistling sound, and went straight to the face of the ruling.

An Meng snorted coldly, this trick who used a trick like a monkey stealing a peach just now is really annoying! When he pounced, he seemed to forget that at this moment, there was no connection or cooperation between the three of them

Ammon looked around, dozens of heavenly punishments, gathered in the waiting area, and at the far end of the passage, some Feiyan soldiers were driving the spectators close to the front of the stands. Overhead, the No. 1 box, which had been tilted and tattered, was squeaking with the squeaking sound of the telescopic mechanical arm and landing on the stands not far away.

It was almost time, the corners of Ammon's mouth, a smug smile, and with a flick of the ruling, he had already dodged Baz's attack, and with a high leg, he went straight to the Ranger's head

"Boom!"

The Ranger piloted by Buzz, although he had raised his hand to protect it, was still kicked in the head, and the entire mecha was like a spinning top that had been whipped away, spinning and crashing into the group of Heavenly Punishment Mechas.

In the stands, a huge exclamation erupted.

People who don't understand mecha anymore also understand the horror of this purple lightning at this moment.

Lelei is fat, and he still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and the Ranger driven by Buzz was kicked in the head again. The head of the mecha that integrates the perception system and the electronic assistance system is kicked like this, which means that this Ranger has completely lost its combat effectiveness, and the four bandit mechas, at this moment, only two are left with scars.

The audience looked at each other in horror.

Even the four fighters of the bandit army, including the fat man, attacked collectively, and were beaten by the opponent, how could a mecha company sent by Fei Yang symbolically perform guards for the fighting competition, how could it be possible to trap this purple demon?

With a kick to destroy Baz, Amon heard the exclamations of the audience.

This voice made him feel happy and comfortable. Being able to come out of a desperate situation, he felt that his luck was really amazing. The remaining two mechs are no longer too much of a threat to him. He didn't even pay attention to the Feiyang mecha of that company. It may be impossible to kill all the mechs, but it couldn't be easier to escape. Even as soon as the attack began, the Feiyan people mobilized the armored division to arrive, and now, it is too late!

Just as he was thinking about whether to kill the target, or take the target hostage first, and return to Binart, what reward he would get, suddenly, the exclamation in his ears stopped abruptly.

Wrong! Amon was shocked, and the mecha subconsciously kicked his legs.

The verdict had just jumped up, but his figure suddenly froze.

A figure, like a ghost, was entangled in the verdict. The two ghostly claw-like manipulators were digging left and right on the purple mecha, only to hear a crackling sound, and the shell of the purple mecha was peeled out of several large holes, several circuit boards, chips and other parts fell to the ground like raindrops in an instant.

Ammon, who had no idea what was happening, suddenly lost contact with the mecha.

Before he could react, he felt that his eyes lit up, and the shell on the chest of the mecha had been lifted, and a manipulator deftly grabbed his control cabin and pulled it out.

The humanoid control pod, like a coffin, dragged the torn cord and the movable balance bar, and was thrown to the ground.

Ammon, whose consciousness had lost contact with the mecha, reflexively turned the self-destruct knob, but nothing happened when the surroundings were quiet. Taking off his control glasses, he saw through the transparent control hatch that the Ranger with a large hole in his belly was crouching in front of him, looking at him with his cheeks on his back.

Ammon's heart sank to the bottom

"Hey"

The audience listened stupidly to the voice of the fat man in the mecha, and there was indescribable surprise in the voice: "Come and see, everyone, this guy's head is beaten with iron!" ”.

It's really sleepy.,This chapter was sent after the code.,I didn't have time to revise it.。