Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

After Ling Shuang dealt with the group of Turing's personal guards in front of her, the surrounding area finally became a bit empty.

He leaned the Frostfire Staff against his side.

The icy blue flames flickered and roared in the wind and snow.

When Ling Shuang raised her head, her pupils reflected the nearly one hundred silver-white figures.

He was also greatly shocked.

The Luan Bird Legion mentioned at the South Heavenly Gate has actually appeared!

At this moment, both humans and the wilderness slaves were stunned.

A humanoid mech suspended in mid-air.

They've never met either side before!

But soon, someone remembered that legendary name and shouted,

"It's the Phoenix Legion that command mentioned last time! With such high technology, the mechs look so cool!"

"What kind of hidden power does our country possess?"

"Brother Shuang!" Zhang Mu's voice boomed from the walkie-talkie, "The arrow towers are running low on supplies; they can only hold for three more volleys at most!"

Although Turing and Red did not meet their end, there were simply too many slaves.

In order to prevent the arrow tower defense line from being breached, Ling Shuang and Ying had to hold it off head-on.

But as the ice fissures near the barrier slowly crumbled, the path the ghouls had taken to enter was discovered.

Moreover, with the sudden drop in temperature, the artificial lake has completely frozen over.

The entire neighborhood will soon be completely surrounded!

Ling Shuang's gaze was fixed on the dark red giant figure that was rapidly approaching from afar.

Turing!

The aura of a fourth-tier mature being at its limit was like a moving volcano. Even through hundreds of meters of smoke and snow, the oppressive feeling still made Ling Shuang's scales involuntarily tighten.

But at that moment, the laser weapon on the shoulder blade of the leading Luan bird mech suddenly started to heat up.

"The public is threatened. All Luan birds are involved. Execute the plan preset by the AI ​​Tianhe 09."

A young voice came from the mecha, cold and sharp.

"First Squadron, high-altitude suppression, laser beams cover the enemy's rear, cut off reinforcements."

Second Squadron, low-altitude infiltration, clearing gaps in the perimeter wall.

Team three, follow me head-on!

"receive!"

Nearly a hundred mechs dispersed at the same moment, rapidly descending in formation, their movements as synchronized as a large array of drones.

The humming of the wing-shaped thrusters as they unfolded merged into a deep roar, and silvery-white streaks of light left afterimages in the blizzard.

Ling Shuang finally got a clear look at the full appearance of these mechs.

They were unlike any mechs he had ever seen in any science fiction work.

The silvery-white surface of the machine is not smooth metal, but covered with a fine, moss-like texture.

The textures writhed slowly in the firelight and snowlight, like some kind of living thing.

It looks exactly like Wang Can's mycelium.

No, it's mycelium!

Silvery-white mycelium grew from the joint gaps and armor edges of the mech, spreading throughout the entire body like blood vessels.

Each swing was accompanied by faint energy patterns flashing, as if they were breathing.

The back of the mecha is covered with densely packed ducts woven from mycelium on the surface of the wing-shaped thrusters.

Ling Shuang's pupils contracted slightly.

These mechs are alive!

The first squadron of the Luan Birds opened fire first.

Thirty-two mechs hovered two hundred meters above the battlefield, their wing-shaped thrusters fully deployed, as steady as rocks in the blizzard.

Their shoulder and arm mounting points simultaneously lit up with blue and white light.

Laser preheating complete!

Thirty-two thin, finger-like blue-white beams shot out from the mech's mounted weapons, precisely piercing the rear of the slave army.

One of the ferocious crocodile warriors had its eye socket pierced directly by one of the beams of light.

Its massive body lunged forward two steps before crashing heavily onto the snow. Its limbs twitched a couple of times before it stopped moving.

Another slave tried to block the beam with a bone knife.

The bone knife melted the moment it came into contact with the beam of light, white smoke billowing from the broken edge, while the remaining force of the beam pierced its throat.

The beam of light is not continuous, but rather fired in bursts at an extremely high frequency.

With each flash, a slave warrior's head was pierced through, leaving a charred hole the size of a thumb.

The beam of light swept back and forth behind the slaves, like the Grim Reaper harvesting.

With each lateral movement of the entire First Company, dozens of slave warriors fell.

The Turing Guard's charging formation became chaotic under the suppression of the laser beams.

The slave warriors in the back row were forced to scatter and dodge the beams, and the front row lost its support, causing the momentum to slow down abruptly.

However, the Turing Guard was, after all, an elite force at the second-tier limit, and they quickly adjusted their tactics after the brief chaos.

The soldiers in the back row raised their heavy arms, protected by bone shields and scales, to withstand the beam of fire.

The bone shield emitted white smoke under the scorching beam, but it did block some of the damage.

The squadron leader immediately made adjustments.

The beams no longer fire in a dispersed manner, but instead concentrate to cover three areas, with four beams firing in each area in a cross pattern, forming a dense network of fire.

The nearly one thousand first and second-tier slaves within the attack range were so frightened that they began to flee!

The second squadron took the opportunity to swoop down.

Their attack methods were more brutal than those of the First Company.

The mech's right or left arm is equipped with energy swords of varying lengths, the blades of which are also coated with that layer of silvery-white mycelium.

The mycelium trembled slightly at the edge of the blade, like some hungry creature waiting to be fed.

The leader of the second squadron was a mech that was slightly smaller than the standard model, but it was the fastest.

During the dive, the wing-shaped thrusters fully deploy, and the hyphae on the wing surfaces shine like two burning silver torches.

It swept over the heads of several ferocious crocodile warriors, its energy blade slashing diagonally downwards.

A total of ten,

Behead them all!

The head flew off, and grayish-green fluid gushed out from the severed neck, instantly crystallizing in the cold air.

The bodies of those ferocious crocodiles remained standing for nearly two seconds before collapsing with a crash.

The remaining mechs of the Second Squadron followed closely behind, like a giant dagger, cleaving a bloody path through the slave army.

It is a kind of natural art of killing that lies between biological instinct and mechanical precision.

During combat, the mycelium will autonomously adjust its weaving density. When the energy sword slashes into the scale armor, the mycelium on the blade will harden instantly, concentrating the impact force on the sharpest edge of the blade.

When the mech needs to maneuver at high speed, the mycelial vessels on the wings will accelerate the flow of metabolic products and provide additional thrust.

The Third Squadron followed Wu Yi and advanced head-on.

Wu Yi held a five-meter-long alloy spear in one hand on his right arm, the tip of which was covered with a layer of silvery-white mycelium.

His fighting style is more concise.

The spears drew silvery arcs in the air, each thrust precisely piercing the heart or skull of a slave warrior.

The moment the spearhead pierces the body, the mycelium bursts open from the spearhead, sucking up the slave's bodily fluids.

The other mechs of the Third Squadron formed a dense assault formation with Wu Yi as the vanguard.

This formation was like a red-hot iron poking into butter, tearing a hole in the slave army's formation from the front.

Wu Yi led the way, while the mechs on either side used energy blades to clear out the enemies on the flanks.

Seeing that the Nightingale and the Night Demon Mother were likely on the human side, during their fierce battle with Turing...

Wu Yi led his team to begin precisely suppressing Turing's movements with lasers in mid-air.

Ying was overjoyed to see the reinforcements arrive!

Even the fourth-tier scales, when repeatedly and precisely struck in the same spot, showed signs of melting and being pierced.

Less than five minutes.

Nearly 10,000 slaves were directly cut into seven or eight isolated small pieces by the Luan Bird mechs.

But the number of slaves was indeed too large.

One thousand to one hundred.

Even with its formidable strength, the Luan Bird Mech began to suffer losses when facing an enemy a hundred times its size.

As one of the second squadron's mechs was diving, it was simultaneously leaped up and grabbed by a ferocious crocodile warrior.

The crocodile's claws dug into the gaps in the mech's leg armor, attempting to drag the mech back to the ground.

The mech pilot decisively detonated the external armor on his legs, sending silvery-white fragments flying and blasting the ferocious crocodile warrior away.

However, the mech lost the thruster on its left leg, which greatly reduced its mobility, forcing it to climb and leave the battlefield.

After continuous firing, another mech from the first squadron experienced an overheating of its laser beam energy conduit, causing the hyphae to show signs of carbonization.

The pilot deactivated the weapon system, but while switching to the backup energy circuit on the wing, he was simultaneously struck by three bone spears, one of which pierced through a gap in the mech's shoulder armor.

Beneath Wu Yi's mask, a hint of anxiety flashed in his young eyes.

The energy of the Luan Bird Mech is not unlimited.

If it weren't for the need to replenish their energy periodically, they wouldn't have only just jumped to this coordinate now.