Mechanic endlessly amassing troops in the apocalypse

Chapter 97 Killing a Second-Tier Character

Since the shadowy figure was not humanoid, it was not detected by the AI ​​target acquisition camera.

It was this oversight that led to none of the technicians present noticing the anomaly.

But as he watched, Milo's expression suddenly changed drastically.

No! These creatures are rapidly approaching the street entrance.

It should be noted that Wild Wolf Street is surrounded by reinforced and renovated high-rise buildings, forming a formidable fortification. Apart from this main road, there is no other passageway for a large-scale assault.

These things rushed straight into the entrance without any concealment, their purpose obvious.

"Quickly! Notify the team at point one that there has been an invasion by foreign enemies!" Milo quickly ordered.

Because several surgeries are currently underway, Yuan Ye had repeatedly warned against triggering the full alarm, otherwise the consequences of a failed surgery would be unimaginable.

Therefore, a full alarm cannot be triggered; he can only coordinate it from the monitoring room.

"Damn it!" Milo cursed, veins bulging on his forehead. "Get the real-time surveillance footage from point one immediately!"

The assistant frantically began operating the system. However, the monitoring room had hundreds of cameras, and without the AI's automatic target acquisition, each camera required manual focus switching. Several minutes passed before the monitoring footage from the corresponding location was finally projected onto the main screen.

The scene was one of utter chaos.

Burning vehicles littered the passageway, and the ground was littered with mangled corpses. Even the two second-tier psionicists leading the team had died on the spot, their deaths gruesome.

"How is this possible?!" Milo's pupils shrank, and a storm raged in his heart. Just who were these things? How could they have wiped out a guard squad with two Tier 2 members in such a short time?

He gritted his teeth and urgently ordered, "Notify all nearby positions to provide immediate support to position two! Hurry!"

"Yes!" the deputy replied immediately.

Milo's gaze was fixed on the screen at point one, where several black panther-like creatures were struggling to their feet, dragging their mangled bodies. His brow furrowed, and his first thought was: Could the intruders be contract masters?

One branch of the Contract Masters is the Summoner, who can form contracts with non-human beings and command summoned creatures to fight.

However, all the summoners on Cangnan Star are named figures, and no one has ever heard of anyone summoning a gorilla or a black panther.

Most importantly, if it really is a summoner who makes the move, then the opponent's strength is definitely not just that of a second-tier player.

However, as he looked around, he noticed something amiss.

The black panthers that slowly rose to their feet had no blood flowing from their wounds; instead, they gleamed with a cold metallic luster and sparks of electricity under the light.

These things—are they mechanical creations?!

Is it a Legion-style Mechanic? Or are they just those flies in the wilderness?

Knowing it was a mechanic, he actually felt relieved. As long as it wasn't those third-tier summoners who made the move, there was still room for maneuver.

Watching these heavily injured mechanical leopards slowly retreat.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he didn't dwell on the strange sight. He immediately ordered his deputy, "Ignore this feed, switch to the live surveillance from point two!"

Before he could finish speaking, the faint sounds of gunfire and explosions could be heard outside.

Milo frowned, cursing inwardly: What's going on? Does it take this long to deal with a few mechanical creations?

Point 1 is just an outer reconnaissance post, far from the core area. Point 2 is different; it is right next to the core clubhouse and is the last outer line of defense. Support from other points can arrive as quickly as possible.

"Have you made contact with the people at the other locations?" Milo asked in a deep voice.

"One team has already arrived, and we've made contact with the rest. The fastest should be here within a minute!"

One minute later—Milo frowned, still feeling uneasy.

"The surveillance footage still isn't showing up?!" He slammed his hand on the control panel in frustration.

The deputy was also in a bind. "While the AI's target acquisition is convenient, manual control is very slow for enemies that it can't lock onto."

As he spoke, seemingly after the video had successfully loaded, he exclaimed, "Milo, the video is out!"

Milo quickly looked at the video.

At this moment, the battle is raging on in the video.

Contrary to his expectations of a one-sided crushing victory by the garrison, the two sides fought evenly, with the garrison even beginning to show signs of losing ground.

Gunfire illuminated the night sky, revealing the ferocious faces of these mechanical beasts.

And the expected army of black panthers did not appear; instead, eleven gorillas were the first to appear on camera.

Braving their energy shields, they charged towards the defensive line formed by the Sand Wolf Gang, much like a heavy tank.

Its defenses are so strong that even rockets cannot cause fatal damage.

In other words, a volley of fire from a Tier 1 gunner can inflict considerable damage on it.

But the outlook is not optimistic if things continue like this.

If these gorillas were to break into the crowd, given the gunners' defensive capabilities, it would absolutely be a one-sided massacre.

The four second-tier experts at this location are all martial artists, invincible in hand-to-hand combat.

Without hesitation, they charged straight at the gorillas to prevent them from rushing into the crowd.

Just then, the black panthers finally appeared. Like black ghosts, like a black tide surging from hell, they rushed out from the shadows at the end of the street. Their streamlined, matte black alloy bodies left afterimages under the neon lights, bursting out at a top speed of 120 km/h, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed across a hundred-meter open space.

Apprentice-level gunsmiths can hardly hit a single shot, and even first-tier gunsmiths have difficulty hitting all their targets.

Dozens of black panthers charged together, with only a few halted by gunfire.

Instead of joining the battle of the second-tier psionicists, they charged directly at the gunners' defensive line.

Most importantly, these creatures also possess a kind of dash ability. When they get within about twenty meters, they transform into a black lightning bolt and rush directly into the crowd.

These gunsmiths only had the most basic armor, and they were no match for such a beast. For Black Panther, hunting gunsmiths at close range was no different from being lambs.

Even a first-tier martial artist paled in comparison to the combined attack of several mechanical leopards.

These mechanical leopards have a 30% critical hit bonus, meaning one out of every three attacks will result in a critical hit.

To outsiders, this critical hit damage was like a mechanical leopard's claws suddenly being covered in a layer of red light, which could directly break through the martial artist's defense and cause fatal damage.

Damn!

Seeing the leopards relentlessly trying to break through the defenses, Milo's expression darkened. "Have the other squads arrived yet?"

If several surgeries are disrupted, not only will your own life be in danger, but the lives of your family members will also be at risk.

"Right away, right away." The deputy was also anxious, and the technicians present quickly began to urge the other teams.

But then, something else happened that shocked Milo.

Originally, the second-tier psionicist had the upper hand in the battle against the gorilla.

But now, those gorillas seem to have gone mad, and a gun barrel has emerged from their palms.

They unleashed a barrage of attacks on the two second-tier martial artists.

The roaring sound was incessant.

These martial artists were all skilled in body tempering and hard techniques, and their physiques were extremely strong.

However, in this almost non-stop shooting, his protective aura was forcibly shattered.

He was blasted into a bloody pulp by those eleven gorillas.

Only one martial artist, seeing the situation was dire, quickly retreated, thus escaping this deadly trap.

Fortunately, people from other locations were about to arrive, and their figures could already be seen on the video.

But unexpectedly, just as they were about to join the battle, these mechanical creations began to retreat en masse, and several mechanical leopards even risked being destroyed to bring back the severely damaged mechanical creations.

What exactly is this mechanic trying to do?

Milo was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth to dust, but he didn't dare to chase after them. His top priority now was to ensure the safety of the surgery.

He immediately issued the order, "Have the squads at other locations stay put and remain in place!"

As can be seen from the battle just now, these mechanical creations do not have the ability to scale walls, so there is no need to guard against them sneaking in from other places.

Furthermore, the core area is still guarded, so defending this essential route is the best option right now.

They saw that all the mechanical creations had retreated.

But Milo knew that those guys would never give up so easily.

The members of the Sand Wolf Gang on the front lines of the battlefield were still somewhat shaken.

These mechanical creatures are nothing short of killing demons.

No wonder there's a saying that's always been circulating in the stars: the true master of the battlefield will always belong to the mechanic.

The night was silent.

No one dared to speak to each other; all that could be heard was the sound of each other's breathing.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, a dense rustling sound came again from the night, along with the dull thud of heavy objects stepping on the ground.

"They're here again!" someone shouted.