A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 201 A Mech with No Weaknesses

Violet State, already internationally renowned for its violent entertainment, has recently descended into an atmosphere of far greater fervor than ever before.

People wandered in groups through the streets and alleys, freely observing and even breaking into shops and high-rise buildings. All the manhole covers on the streets were smashed or lifted up, and many people endured their disgust for the sewers to search carefully inside.

Conflicts of all sizes occur in every corner of the city, but they are all still within a controllable range. After a brief entanglement, if no trace of a hidden base is found in the area, the two, three, or more parties involved in the battle will usually stop fighting and move on to other places.

There was only one place where the intensity of the fighting not only did not stop or decrease, but continued to rise, and soon reached a level that could be called a "battlefield"—that was Goldfinch Island.

Goldfinch Island, covering an area of ​​over 60 square kilometers, is the most well-preserved, most concentrated, and wealthiest district in Violet State, a veritable gathering place for the rich.

Whether they were old nobles or newly successful people, living here used to be a testament to their upper-class status. Even after street fighting was legalized, the protective forces employed by various families and groups still maintained sufficient deterrent power, and it was rare for fighters to openly clash here.

However, after the Gene Tree Project was made public online and the Violet First Fighting Tournament was officially promoted, this place became the target of public criticism and the most likely place to be suspected.

When the fighters stormed into those magnificent and historic residences, and when they rudely searched through the corporate skyscrapers, the hired defenders, unable to tolerate it any longer, retaliated, and the situation spiraled out of control.

In less than two days, six skyscrapers with more than 100 floors collapsed on Goldfinch Island. The debris of many buildings blocked the streets, and cars were abandoned on the streets, creating a crowded and chaotic scene.

The trail of thick smoke left its mark, blackening patches of once-luxurious residences. Even after nightfall, flames continued to burn in some places.

The towering buildings stood silently under the moonlight, while large shards of glass shattered and debris fell from the buildings in the distance.

As the battle raged on, fighters continued to pour in from outside, forcing many upper-class individuals to compromise and relinquish their ancestral homes, fleeing to areas beyond Goldfinch Island.

The piercing blare of car horns, the screeching alarms of damaged vehicles, loud shouts, and explosions from who-knows-where all converged in this surge of people, rushing towards the edge of the island and towards the bridge spanning the bay.

Whether by car, on foot, or by boat, the bridge and its surroundings are filled with well-dressed gentlemen, along with their bodyguards whose attire is strikingly similar.

Guan Luoyang looked around for a while, then shifted his gaze elsewhere.

He is currently on the rooftop of a corporate building on Goldfinch Island, his right foot resting on the low wall at the edge of the rooftop, his elbow propped on his knee, his chin propped up, looking down at his surroundings.

Not far behind him were sofas, parasols, nuts, drinks, and cakes that he had specially brought up.

After the information was made public online, the response from Irving and others was somewhat unexpected by Guan Luoyang.

Before flights, trains, and docks were shut down, he had wandered around those places, thinking that many people would be busy leaving Violet. If there was a shortage of boats, he wouldn't mind helping to "get" a few boats that weren't originally intended for passenger transport.

At noon that day, some tourists did leave in a hurry, but what was interesting was that before 5 p.m., everyone who wanted to leave had already left. Those places, which clearly still had empty seats for trains and ships, became deserted and ignored.

Even though chaos was imminent, far fewer people were willing to leave than Guan Luoyang had anticipated. He could only applaud once again for the "abundant martial virtue and high purity" of the people in this place, and then return to Violet Island with a clear conscience. He traversed battlefields everywhere, arrived at Golden-Winged Sparrow Island, found a good spot, and observed the conflicts in various places.

The competition hasn't reached its climax yet, and he doesn't seem interested in playing at the moment.

In theory, it is difficult to regulate the participants in a competition that is open to the entire Violet State, so it is impossible to artificially divide the competition into the top eight, top four, and finals.

The prize of thirty-six Gene Tree Fruits is indeed attractive enough, but these prizes are not held firmly in the hands of one person and distributed after the competition ends. Instead, they are scattered throughout the Violet region.

If some people are lucky enough to discover a base on their own, quietly devour the spoils, and then quickly sail away to avoid further battles, then this competition might very well end without a trace.

But Guan Luoyang was not worried about that.

Since Irving and his team proposed this competition, they must have made the necessary preparations.

Guan Luoyang could easily think of several possible countermeasures. For example, perhaps as long as one eats a fruit, one will uncontrollably have the desire to immediately devour other fruits. Then, before the final winner is determined, it will be impossible for anyone to escape with part of the prize.

For example, sufficiently conspicuous warning devices are installed in all thirty-six bases, so that if any base is discovered, everyone in the vicinity will immediately notice, or there may be more...

Bang! ! !

Guan Luoyang turned his head to look.

In the northwest corner of Goldfinch Island, the headquarters of the Violet Daily collapsed one after another amidst the sounds of explosions. From the ruins and smoke, a beam of red light shot straight into the sky.

At the same time, the extremely annoying buzzing noise also spread outwards from that area.

Even if it were daytime, let alone nighttime, I believe no one would ignore the unusual situation there.

The people who were still fighting on Goldfinch Island stopped on the spot, smashed windows, broke down doors and walls, climbed over rooftops, and rushed at full speed to the place where the light had appeared.

Even some of the wealthy people who were evacuating across the bridge were accompanied by bodyguards as they weaved through the crowds back to Goldfinch Island, heading in that direction.

Amidst the ruins, a strange tank-like vehicle crashed out, shattering tons of concrete that flew out and startled the fighters in front of it.

The dark green-painted tank had a drill-shaped ram at the front and two pairs of wheels, one smaller in the front and one larger in the back. A bald man in a white suit protruded from the top of the tank, constantly launching disc-shaped devices outwards.

As more fighters approached from other directions, an armed helicopter flying overhead immediately unleashed two fire chains, sweeping towards them.

Even a typical four-star fighter wouldn't want to waste their strength trying to withstand two 12mm six-barreled machine guns.

As the fire snake spewed its fire, it encountered several abandoned vehicles on the surrounding streets. Whether sedans or trucks, the bodies were easily pierced, and fireballs exploded amidst the sounds of shattering glass and deforming metal.

The helicopter was still launching infrared-guided missiles, which temporarily tied down many fighters.

"That person in the car... is the former governor!"

Someone recognized the man in the white suit.

After Brad took office, the former governor, who was once famous worldwide for overseeing the legalization of street fighting, became less active in Violet State's high society.

In everyone's eyes, he has lost his halo, and they can't even remember whether he still lives in Violet City.

But no one expected that this former governor, who had faded into obscurity, would still be able to mobilize armed helicopters to carry out his duties.

In the blink of an eye, the tank had circled the ruins once, and the disc-shaped devices thrown out by the former governor quickly sprayed out a large amount of condensed smoke that did not dissipate, forming an extremely high smoke wall.

Several exceptionally thin black discs were tossed to the top of the smoke wall by the former governor, where they remained suspended and quickly formed a smoke ceiling on the smoke wall as well.

Several armed helicopters have been shot down by the outer fighters.

A man in hunting attire lifted half of the roof and smashed it down, only to be shattered by a guided missile. The debris, however, got stuck on the propeller.

As the helicopter flipped over, a figure clad in gleaming medieval silver armor flew through the air, his hands gripping the bottom of the helicopter. Using the momentum, he deflected the helicopter and caused it to crash into another helicopter.

Amidst the explosions, a sexy woman with pigtails and contrasting colored hair yelled and mocked at the smoke wall, "You fat pig, you think you can stop us with something like this?"

Although she shouted arrogantly, she did not rush into the smoke, clearly showing some hesitation and wanting to find out what the smoke was.

"You think these are just ordinary toxic gases? These smoke walls are hiding the Savannah virus."

The former governor's voice came from inside the smoke, "That scheming old man, I knew long ago that Irving had other plans. Unrestricted fighting tournament, haha, then it's perfectly normal for me to use a virus, isn't it?"

The hot girl froze for a moment, then jumped back a considerable distance, screaming, "Savanna virus! How dare you hide something like that?!"

Several years ago, a terrible disaster occurred in the Savannah area of ​​the United States of Boston.

A virus, leaked from an unknown source, quickly turned tens of thousands of locals into zombies craving the flesh and blood of the living. Even the local fighters could not resist the virus's erosion, transforming into terrifying mutant undead who defeated the local army and caused the entire city to fall.

Later, two five-star fighting champions were invited to be deployed to the area, where they destroyed all the zombies and mutant fighters. It took the international organization another four months to resolve the issue of residual virus in the area.

The fighters' expressions changed. Even those who had never heard of this thing knew from the expressions of the others that it was extremely dangerous.

"Hahaha, don't worry, I've increased the adhesion of this virus. As long as you don't come into contact with this smoke, you won't be infected. And if there are no infected people, the virus in this smoke will be completely inactive after 48 hours."

The former governor tried to sound more sincere: "Gentlemen, I only want this one result. I'm isolated for 48 hours, and I can't even go out myself. You can go find the other 35. Why are you stuck with this dangerous virus?"

The ground outside the smoke wall trembled, and the concrete arched up.

A fighter dressed in a style reminiscent of India, with a white turban wrapped around his neck and gold bracelets on his wrists, jumped out from below, drawing everyone's attention.

"The central area of ​​the underground base was also encircled by this viral smoke."

The Indian martial artist explained, "His men also set up broadcasts down below, repeatedly emphasizing the terrifying nature of these viral fumes."

The fighters of the Savannah region have proven with their lives that the qi and physical bodies of fighters below the five-star level cannot prevent the damage caused by this virus.

Half a minute later, a group of fighters on the outermost edge turned and left.

Just then, the nine-meter-tall Oni Warrior mecha descended from the sky, charging forward. The iron bar held by the mecha extended into an indestructible blade, slicing through any fighter who stood in its way.

The man in medieval armor cursed under his breath, his footwork shifting as he instantly drew several "Z" shapes across the wide street. A cross-shaped spear appeared in his hand, and with the speed of a long, thin phantom, he attacked the Oni Warrior mech.

As this mech ran over, it was able to use the rooftops on both sides to leap, which was quite agile among the large mechs that generally gave a bulky impression. However, it was still far inferior to the speed and agility of a skilled fighter.

It was obvious to everyone that the armored knight's speed far surpassed that of the mecha, and once he got close, he could easily dismantle the entire mecha.

But just as the cross-shaped gun got within a meter of the Oni Warrior mech, it suddenly paused.

It wasn't directly hindered by a powerful force, but rather, it was as if the armored knight's strength had just exhausted itself when it reached this point.

Before he could change his move, the mech's broad blade sliced ​​him down as easily as cutting a doll.

Inside the "abdomen" of the Oni Warrior mecha, a device that had cost almost half of Balot's fortune was emitting a faint light and continuing to operate.

The Holtzmann Shield Generator is a mysterious invention from the science fiction world of Dune, which has influenced the landscape of interstellar warfare.

The "shield" generated by the Holtzmann generator actually creates an energy field around the wearer that does not hinder their movement. Only objects with a speed lower than a certain standard can pass through this energy field.

The working principle of this energy field is not like a solid shield that forcefully blocks attacks from external objects, but a mysterious effect that even the creator himself may not be able to understand. It can reduce causal connections and deprive inertial potential energy to a certain extent.

For example, a cannonball can be launched at supersonic speed because it has a sufficiently strong initial force. The massive push is the cause, and the high-speed firing is the effect. When the energy field of the Holtzmann shield takes effect, it weakens the connection between cause and effect. After the massive push, it may not be able to achieve the "effect" of high-speed motion. Instead, it may result in instantaneous kinetic energy depletion.

The technology in the world of Dune has advanced to the point where human footprints can be found on many planets. The development of military weapons has also leaped forward rapidly. All kinds of space warships and individual weapons that push the limits of human ingenuity should have dragged war into a terrifying era of large-scale extinction.

However, the invention and widespread use of the relatively inexpensive "Holtzmann shield" directly turned those expensive and efficient individual weapons into useless items, forcing the battles between human elites to return to the primitive era of close-quarters melee combat.

Barlot was unaware that the Holtzmann Shield came from another world and had even been modified by reincarnators, but when he paid a huge price to purchase the equipment from a secret website, he personally tested just how unreasonable the effect of this energy field shield was.

Anything moving at a speed exceeding thirty meters per second will trigger a mysterious shield effect, rendering it harmless.

The nine-meter-tall Oni Warrior mecha can't keep up with the speed of those skilled fighters, but that's okay. It can just slow down its opponents to the same level as itself.

At the same speed, the blades of the Oni Warrior mech are unstoppable.

Lying inside the mech, Balot, relying on his neural sensing device, felt as if he were using his own hands and feet to wield knives and brutally kill these strong people.

This unprecedented experience brought tears of joy to his eyes.

Amplified by the mecha's loudspeaker, the sounds of crying and laughing boomed through the street, before the sobbing maneuver crashed headlong into the viral smoke.

The poisonous smoke, struck by the impact, rippled and dispersed, causing the surrounding fighters to scatter. As some of them turned their heads, they happened to catch a glimpse of a blue rainbow streaking across the sky.

hum! ! !

The azure thunderclouds, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures, resembled a comet that had fallen here.

Guan Luoyang lifted his feet an inch off the ground, and the airflow that should have exploded around him and beneath his feet was restrained by him, forming a swallowing vortex that gathered in his hand. He then raised his hand and pressed it against the poisonous smoke.

(End of this chapter)