I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

He glanced again at Bronya's calm face.

After a moment of silence, he didn't press further, but simply looked away.

"...I see. That makes sense."

Seele finished chewing the biscuit, patted the crumbs off her hands, and didn't say anything.

Bronya secretly breathed a sigh of relief and steered the conversation back on track:

"By the way, what's this creation engine all about?"

The report we received said that a huge ancient robot was active outside the city.

We fear that some relic from an ancient era has gone out of control.

On March 7th, he put down his camera, turned to Bronya, and said helplessly:

"It must have been Uncle Yang who did it."

Bronya's previously tense shoulders visibly relaxed:

"So it was Mr. Yang Chaoyue who did it..."

"Then it's alright."

Yang Chaoyue's words should not pose a threat to Belloberg.

She turned her head and waved to the Silvermane Iron Guards behind her.

"Lift the alert. They're not the enemy, they're on our side."

The Silvermane Iron Guards relaxed, and several of the younger soldiers even showed expectant expressions.

After all, the heroic figure of Yang Chaoyue crushing the entire battlefield with a single palm strike on the front line is still fresh in everyone's mind.

Driving an ancient mecha around like this looks like yet another free display of combat power.

Just then, the creation engine burst through the curtain of snow.

The dark purple metallic shell gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the barbs on its shoulders sliced ​​through the falling snowflakes.

The pulse of light in his chest was beating faster and faster.

But what's even more striking is its mode of movement.

It bends over, with two mechanical arms hanging down on either side of its body, and uses all four limbs when it runs.

Like some odd-shaped species with disproportionately long limbs.

It was rushing towards us in a manner completely contrary to mechanical principles.

Each step sent snow flying from the ground, and each step cracked the guards' composure.

"What the hell?" Qi Ye's lips twitched violently.

"Are you sure this was orchestrated by Uncle Yang? Is Uncle Yang's taste really that bad?"

And this running posture... I'm not sure if mechs should run like this, but I'm sure Uncle Yang didn't used to walk like this.

And isn't this mecha a bit strange? Doesn't it look a little too much like a boss?

Xing looked up at the increasingly approaching Strange Species creation engine, and unusually, he showed obvious confusion.

"Uncle Yang doesn't walk like that! Although Uncle Yang walks arrogantly, at least he walks on two legs!"

The sound of March 7th pierced the sky.

Jepard gripped the weapon he had just loosened his grip on tightly again.

He turned to look at Bronya.

Her face showed a struggling expression that seemed to say, "I really want to believe Yang Chaoyue, but this scene is just too outrageous."

A rare hint of uncertainty appeared on Bronya's usually cool face.

She looked at Qiye:

"Mr. Qiye, Ms. Yang Chaoyue usually walks... on two legs, right?"

"It has two legs. I promise."

Sometimes he can fly without using his legs, but he would never crawl on all fours.

Qi Ye raised her hands.

The creation engine suddenly stopped less than 300 meters away from everyone.

With its limbs on the ground, the mechanical head rose, and the dark purple pulse light on its chest beat faster and faster.

It emits a low, dense hum.

Then it raised its right arm, and a huge mechanical hand opened in the night sky.

The camera was taken directly at the location where everyone was.

Before the giant hand even landed, the wind pressure it generated had already sent the snow on the ground flying everywhere.

"Everyone be careful! Uncle Yang has finally gone mad!!!"

March 7th grabbed Xier and jumped backward.

"spread!"

Dan Heng let out a low shout, tapped his spear on the ground, and used the momentum to sweep to the side.

The Iron Guards were indeed well-trained soldiers.

After a brief moment of shock, they immediately implemented tactical dispersal and sought cover.

The giant hand slammed down where they had just stood, cracking the permafrost and sending snow flying.

The shockwave knocked several of the nearest Iron Guards to the ground.

But those mechanical eyes were fixed on the star that was standing still, looking up at it.

"Its target isn't us, it's the stars!"

Qiye immediately realized this, and although she didn't know what had happened, she was determined to stop him.

So I looked again at the light cone of the "man with his own background music" in the system repository.

We've already sung the Journey to the West background music, and skipped "You're So Beautiful, Chicken," so can we find a more serious song this time?

Never mind, let's give it a try.

System notification: Activated.

Exclusive background music is loading—automatically matching based on the host's current mental state and the battlefield situation.

Matching complete.

Track: Urumanu Song

Style: Epic.

Ah~~~

Ah~ Ahhhh

Ah~~~

As a clear, ethereal voice rang out, a spotlight descended from the sky.

The entire Qi Ye was enveloped in a dazzling beam of light.

He opened his eyes, a relieved smile on his lips.

This time it's finally not an abstract song.

His body began to glow, spreading from his chest to his limbs.

He spread his arms, and his body grew larger, taller, and brighter as he rapidly ascended.

The light exploded, creating a huge halo in the air.

At the center of the halo, a giant in silver and white stepped out of the void.

Chapter 62 Leather Suit

At the center of the halo, a giant in silver and white stepped out of the void.

When my feet landed on the snow, the whole frozen ground trembled.

That was an Ultraman entrance pose that could almost be included in a tokusatsu (special effects) textbook.

However, the Ultraman in front of us looks a bit strange.

Because he didn't have a timer on his chest, only a light-up sticker stuck to it.

Moreover, the sticker was clearly a glow-in-the-dark sticker bought from a street vendor, and the edges were even a bit curled up.

It looks like a cheap leather case no matter how you look at it.

But he stood there, straight and resolute.

He stood as if he were truly a warrior who had come from afar from the Land of Light.

Xing looked up at the figure, her eyes reflecting a silvery-white image.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"...Can I also become light?"

March 7th was recording a video when she heard this, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the camera: "What?"

Xing still had her head tilted back.

"When he jumped, Qiye said that he would become Ultraman."

I believed, and now he has become light. Can I do the same?

"That's a lie!"

"But now you see, it's true."

"That's definitely the effect of the light cone! It's not that you're actually turning into Ultraman!"

"Ultraman is light itself."

Xing tilted her head.

"Look, he's glowing now."

On March 7th, with his mouth agape, he found himself unable to refute the argument again.

She turned to look at Danheng, who was staring at the figure standing in the snow.

He looked at it for a while, then looked away:

"...The transformation time is limited, he probably won't be able to last much longer."

"how do you know?"

"Because the sutures in my waist area have started to loosen."

March 7th followed his gaze.

Sure enough, there was a loose thread sticking out of the leather suit on Qi Ye's back, swaying with his movements.

She was silent for a moment:

"...Does he even realize his thread is undone?"

"They probably don't know."

Should we tell him?

“If I tell him, he will be distracted, and if he is distracted, he will get beaten up, and if he gets beaten up, he will lose.”

"Then I'd better not say anything."

Bronya led her guards to a safe distance.

But her gaze remained fixed on that silver-white figure.

As the de facto manager of Belloberg, she has seen many kinds of battles.