Chapter 1577 - 50: Massacre (Part 3)

Chapter 1577: Chapter 50: Massacre (Part 3)

If there’s a weakness to discuss, it might be that the Judgers aren’t capable enough to fully utilize the complete performance of the Judgement Mecha!

However, Reinhardt, with an operating frequency reaching the standard of eighty-five actions per second, has already perfectly merged with the Judgement Mecha. Whether it’s movement speed, instant explosive power, or agility during sudden direction changes, attack frequency — all are flawless. Man and machine seem to be born together, intertwined in flesh and blood.

Fatty’s own hand speed is seventy-three actions per second, and with the addition of Mecha Martial Arts, he can reach a frequency of eighty actions per second. This is already the limit. After hand speed exceeds sixty actions, every increase means another level of performance extracted from the mecha. The ability to infinitely tap into the mecha’s potential is the most terrifying aspect during a confrontation between mech knights.

This is also why Mecha Warriors advance a level for every five actions they exceed beyond level ten.

If not for Mecha Martial Arts, if not for the new Logic having unimaginable potential in terms of performance for Reinhardt, Fatty might have lasted less than two hundred moves!

"Trying to escape?"

Reinhardt’s voice carried a hint of cold mockery as the Judgement lunged forward, a steel claw never leaving Fatty’s cockpit.

Logic rapidly retreated, changed directions several times, but couldn’t shake off the Judgement.

"You bastard, son of a bitch, you slutty face," Fatty suddenly burst into a furious tirade, shouting, "I’m going to fight you!"

The battered mecha, retreating rapidly, suddenly spun and stepped forward, flashing to the left side of the Judgement, and delivered a horizontal hammer strike. This punch, accompanied by the sound of roaring thunder and wind, came with tremendous force. Ignoring the danger of being exposed to the opponent’s claw, it was a fighting-for-life maneuver.

"Do you have the qualifications to fight me to death?" Reinhardt laughed wildly.

Back in Mezrich, he and the three major captains of the Mythical Army had been chased away pathetically by this Fatty alone, his disgrace needing despicable tactics to escape alive, was completely vented at this moment.

He would not perish together with Fatty. He wanted to torment this damned Fatty to death bit by bit, making him regret in endless pain. He wanted to reclaim everything Fatty took from him, wanted to return to Gazalin, and become the greatest emperor of Gazalin!

The battle at Sunset Mountain, he didn’t care at all. An operation frequency of eighty-five actions per second was enough for him to rampage freely on Leifeng Star. Even if Fei Alliance Joint Army surrounded Sunset Mountain, they couldn’t stop his departure.

Right now, he needed to do was to kill this Fatty!

Reinhardt abandoned the inevitable claw strike, retracting his hand to block at his chest, as the Judgement sidestepped, his leg ready for a sweeping kick.

But before his foot could kick out, Fatty suddenly shifted sideways, Logic moved phantom-like, and turned around to deliver a kick to a Judger’s chest.

This kick was too brutal.

The Judger, still entangled with bandit army mecha pilots, nearly didn’t react. The mecha’s chest instantly caved in, its internal components mixed with the mech knight’s flesh, and cockpit nutrient fluid burst out from a big hole in the back.

Before the others could react, Fatty continued his attack, a reverse hand blade chopped off another Judgement’s head, followed by a spin in mid-air, delivering a back hook kick that blew up a third Judger’s head while supporting himself with one hand on the ground, a full Thomas spin took out the fourth Judger before it could land, smashing it into a mess.

These moves were as swift as lightning. Before Reinhardt could react, three Judgers had already become souls under Fatty’s hands. The fourth Judger was smashed to the ground with a blast-like fist from Logic, the mecha’s abdomen completely shattered, head and feet lifted, forming a "V" on the inch-cracked highway.

Originally, the "Judgement’s" weakness was the mech knights’ difficulty in escaping. Under this punch, only a pile of bloody flesh was visible as the Judger was killed without a sound.

Reinhardt felt a hum in his mind, he hadn’t expected that after Fatty’s extremely shrill "I’m going to fight you," he would suddenly dash into the Judger Mecha group.

These Judger warriors, their strength was already far inferior to Reinhardt, suppressed by a hundred bandit army War Gods with even greater battle capacity and mecha performance, caught off guard, they became defenseless in Fatty’s sneak attack. Fatty tore through them like a tiger among sheep, creating a tragic massacre.

What’s even more maddening for Reinhardt was that Fatty’s move looked like he was cowardly dodging, sacrificing those four mech knights who’ve been fighting behind him.

Watching two team captains and other remaining Judgers turn their heads blankly towards him, Reinhardt’s heart sank sharply, eyes narrowed slowly.

"Kill!" A voice soared to the heavens.

As Fatty suddenly surged in, five hundred Rampage vehicles erupted in a deafening roar. These black devils swung fists and legs, ion daggers soared and stabbed, up and down flurrying. The Judgers could barely resist, while the other Suss Mecha were all chopped down like vegetables.

The flaming explosions of the mechas lit up continuously, shaking all hearts. In front of these ruthless people with an average hand speed of sixty-five actions, driving twelfth generation Rampages, the Suss were simply a pitiful flock of lambs. In mere five minutes of engagement, twenty Judgers and over fifteen hundred Suss Mecha had already turned into burning wreckages.

At the Phoenix City Command Center, the staff stared blankly at the screen as black waves slashed through the Suss Mecha Group, unstoppable.

Amid the rising and falling screams, the statistics at the top left of the screen rolled continuously.

1563:0

1572:0

1611:0

They were rows of large red numbers, a bloody massacre!

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