This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 188 Broadcast Audio
The brilliance of "My Morality" slammed down like a heavy hammer onto the massive crimson spotlight on the warning line!
The light and spotlights clashed and eroded each other violently, producing a sizzling sound that made one's teeth ache. This force did not cause a devastating penetrating wound, but it contained pure will and a mocking effect, like the most jarring provocation, instantly locking all the behemoth's attention firmly onto Nie Weiyang.

"Roar--!!!"

The warning line emitted a roar that was far beyond what normal machinery should produce, a mixture of hydraulic roar and energy overload.

Completely ignoring the bites from the other "fleas" on its body, it swung its massive head sharply, deflecting the opposing stream of white light.

Under the immense force and energy clash, the enormous lamp lens finally succumbed, emitting a series of small but exceptionally pleasant cracking sounds. The red light immediately became chaotic and scattered, and the output was no longer stable. At the same time, it was no longer just a beam of light, but had become—an energy jet!
Faced with this thing, Nie Weiyang's two or three hundred pounds of weight in his armor seemed to be non-existent. He was sent flying by the violent movement and energy impact, flying off the mechanical head that was more than ten meters high!
The heavy knight's armor carried him as he crashed to the ground like a meteorite with a muffled thud.

Dust billowed, and cracks in the ground spread outwards from his body.

Even a body that has been through many battles and is used to impacts will feel its internal organs churning and a sweet taste in its throat from the recoil.

Nie Weiyang couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan, his movements inevitably pausing for half a second. But the half-vampire blood flowing through his veins was showing its advantage at this moment, and his minor injuries were beginning to heal at an extraordinary speed.

However, this special physique brought another kind of trouble on the battlefield at this moment.

Almost the instant he landed, the pursuit from the warning line arrived! The huge metal claw, accompanied by wind pressure, slammed down. At the same time, support from all directions arrived—all kinds of healing auras and restoration spells were poured onto the MT who was enduring the leader unit's wrath as if they were free.

"May the divine light protect you!"

"Life blossoms!"

"A healing breeze!"

Nie Weiyang's pupils contracted, and he endured the discomfort from the fall, rolling violently to the side.

A pure radiance surged up from where he had just been. If he had been enveloped by it, it would have been like being doused with a bucket of concentrated acid!
He then awkwardly ducked, narrowly avoiding a dark, ominous green healing wave—which had been equally effective on him, albeit in the opposite direction.

He had to concentrate fully on dodging the physical attacks that split the mountain and shattered the rocks from the warning line, while also keeping his eyes and ears open to avoid potentially fatal acts of kindness from his teammates. For a moment, he seemed even more flustered than when he was directly confronting the BOSS's attacks.

"Don't heal me! Attack the target!"

Nie Weiyang shouted between some rolls, his voice sounding somewhat muffled inside his helmet.

The surrounding team members reacted quickly, immediately stopping the treatment they were giving him and focusing their firepower more intently on the four supporting legs of the perimeter and the wildly lashing whip tail.

Energy projectiles, physical ammunition, icy flames, and flashing blades rained down on the behemoth's joints like a storm, sparking countless bursts of fire. The thick armor began to dent and crack. The movements of the warning line noticeably slowed.

However, this war machine was far more ferocious than imagined.

The tail, like a giant electric whip, suddenly accelerated and swept horizontally, moving so fast that it left afterimages, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of high-voltage electric arcs!

Nie Weiyang's elite team reacted swiftly, with the vast majority immediately ducking, jumping back, or teleporting to narrowly avoid the fatal sweep.

But there are always exceptions.

Three or four team members were hit squarely by the metal whip tail wrapped with azure arcs of electricity, perhaps because of a bad angle, a momentary misjudgment, or simply because they were extremely unlucky!

"Ugh!"

"puff--!"

The terrifying kinetic energy instantly tore through their defenses; the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. Their screams were cut short halfway through, and their figures were flung away like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground in the distance, their fate unknown.

That's how brutal battles are. Whatever the reason—whether it's a mistake, underestimating the enemy, or pure misfortune—the result is already done and cannot be changed.

"Damn it!" Jin Wuque, who was smashing his joints, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, his eyes wide with rage, and he cursed. But he couldn't break free; the pressure on the internal dissolving stone was even greater, and he had to stay here to restrain it.

Guan Yunshang's expression grew even colder. She thrust her staff forward, unleashing a surge of crimson energy from her attack towards the fallen team members, attempting to stabilize their injuries. However, whether they could be saved remained uncertain.

Nie Weiyang's heart sank, but he couldn't afford to be distracted at this moment. The hatred from the warning line remained firmly locked onto him, and another giant claw was already slamming down with a whoosh.

He took a deep breath, raised his shield again, and focused all his attention on the violent confrontation.

The heavy metallic scraping sound came again from the neck of the guardrail, as it tried to forcefully close the jammed access port, crush the coking stone inside, or at least trap it inside.

Each time the hydraulic system operated at full power, the heavy armor plates tried to close together in the middle—

But at that moment, the [Golden Grace] spear stuck in the access structure suddenly bursts out with a dazzling light and trembles slightly, as if it has been forcibly driven deeper by an invisible giant hand!
Fine beads of sweat trickled down Nie Weiyang's forehead beneath his helmet. He was highly focused, using his powerful mental strength to remotely manipulate the spear, repeatedly battling against the mechanical forces.

"Creak—Clang!!"

The sickening creaking of metal groaning filled the air. Each forced resistance twisted the structure around the access port even more, cracks spreading even to the breastplate of the warning line, but it just couldn't close completely, buying precious time and space for the decoking stone inside.

—Limited by his armor, his nearly two-meter-tall, strong physique, and his combat role, Nie Weiyang cannot personally enter the maintenance hatch. But he can create the best possible conditions for his teammates!

The Extinguishing Stone trudged forward with difficulty through the narrow passage filled with pipes and energy circuits. The monk's senses extended into the darkness; he could "hear" the powerful surge of energy not far ahead—

That was the heart of the cordon, a high-density energy core that powered this hundreds-of-tons steel behemoth.

At the same time, another unusually deep and ominous aura came from the side and above, undoubtedly located behind the huge spotlight head—the Netherworld Signal Transceiver.

These two cores, one providing devastating power and the other linked to an unknown source of signals, must be destroyed simultaneously to end this battle completely.

Their defenses are extremely strong, and their health bars are so thick that it's almost hopeless.

Before finding a power source, the decoking stone's movements began to sluggish. The temperature inside the maintenance tunnel was extremely high, and more critically, the further away from the tunnel entrance, the thinner and more polluted the air became, lacking not only oxygen but also filled with micro-dust generated by metal friction.

The strenuous exercise accelerated the consumption of oxygen, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his vision began to blur with black edges.

"No... I can't stay here any longer!" Jie Jiaoshi groaned, realizing that staying any longer would only cause him to lose his fighting ability due to lack of oxygen.

He suddenly gathered his strength and slammed both palms hard against a thick coolant pipe beside him. Using the force of the impact, he slid backward rapidly and struggled to squeeze back out of the gap that had almost crushed him into a meat patty!

He was steaming hot, with burns all over his skin, and was panting heavily as he landed next to Jin Wuque and ran out of the danger zone with him.

“Inside… I’ve marked it!” Jie Jiaoshi said succinctly, his voice hoarse, “Someone even smaller needs to go in, to hold their breath while going in!”

He is 1.8 meters tall, so his oxygen consumption is still quite high.

Jin Wuque immediately channeled a gentle, life-giving energy into his body to stabilize his injuries: "Understood! Baldy, catch your breath first!"

"Aren't you a bald monk too?!" Jie Jiaoshi roared.

The pressure has not lessened at all.

Nie Weiyang was like a reef in a storm, bearing the full brunt of the warning line's fury.

The giant claws slammed down, the energy jets blasted through him, and the whip tail lashed out—each impact caused his armor to rumble and his internal organs to tremble violently. His powerful regenerative abilities were constantly repairing his body, but the pain accumulated with undeniable reality.

In the midst of this frenzied battle, a stirring piece of music with a strong rhythm rang directly in his ears—it was the music playing on his Walkman, which greatly enhanced his focus and fighting spirit.

But today's music... is a little different.

Beneath the stirring melody lies a strange undercurrent of noise.

It didn't sound like ordinary electrical noise; rather, it sounded more like an extremely weak, forcibly suppressed rustling broadcast signal.

It was indistinct and intermittent, as if trying to say something, but was completely covered by uplifting music, leaving only an indescribable sense of incongruity, like gently scratching the depths of consciousness, making people inexplicably distracted, yet unable to hear any specific content clearly.

This strange auditory experience did not affect Nie Weiyang's movements; he continued to dodge, block, and counterattack with precision. However, this subtle sense of incongruity was subtly connected to his spirit through some inexplicable link.

'click--'

The warning line's foot joints were damaged, causing its body to tilt suddenly and greatly reducing its mobility.

"Everyone!" Nie Weiyang's voice rang out through the roar, calmer than someone in the heart of a fierce battle. "First, destroy its spotlights and maintenance hatches to open a passage! Send out a few short, stealthy snipers with explosives to destroy the power source!"

Last week, the challenge was scheduled for next summer, by which time the average player level would have reached 35. Nie Weiyang, being tall and thin, wasn't responsible for destroying the power source. Each time he fought it, Nie Weiyang grew stronger, to the point where he might just kill it like a dog if he happened to pass by. Oxygen deprivation was never a consideration for him.

The team responded immediately to the order, and their firepower began to be more targeted towards the spotlights and maintenance ports.

The moment of decisive battle is about to come.

The eerie background noise in the music continued, like a cold and unfamiliar whisper.

As the Netherworld signal transceiver was gradually exposed to the starry sky, the sound from the forbidden-play Walkman became increasingly clear. Nie Weiyang dodged another whip lash, his shield protecting him from the electrical shock.

He looked up and saw the police line under the night sky. The behemoth was standing up again, and a petite female assassin was crawling into the access door. In the scarlet glow of the spotlight on its head, a cold blue-purple light had already emerged.

In his headphones, a sound, a muffled scream, rang out. A voice anxiously repeated something, as if it were syllables extracted from different audio sources to form a complete audio recording, shouting at him in native language:

"Attention! [Buzz-] Attention! ... [Buzz-Buzz-]..."

(End of this chapter)