Counterfeit Hero

However, every [Warhammer] felt that the silence here was terrifying! They seemed to hear their own heartbeat clearly! The mecha radar was fully activated, but except for themselves and nine companions, there was no trace of any mecha within a kilometer.

Could it be that the [Magic Beast] had already left this area?!

A [Warhammer] cautiously walked on the far left side of the team, the mecha warrior intensely watching the mecha radar and the panoramic long-range viewer, moving step by step. He seemed to have a vague feeling that the eerie [Magic Beast] was not far from him!

But there was no sign to support his feeling. Around him, there were only trees, more trees!

The [Warhammer] walked past a place less than thirty meters from [Logic]!

[Logic] quietly nestled next to a tree, impossible to detect unless very close. The bush covered with leaves was actually a mecha. And [Logic]'s biological dual-state metal fundamentally counters mecha metal radar detection, especially in stealth mode, becoming a metal in biological bandwidth unseen by metal detection radars.

Bonnie certainly didn't know these things. Her heart was in her throat. As an excellent mecha warrior and a Special Forces Group leader, Bonnie hadn't experienced such tension for many years. No matter how dangerous the battle, she could remain calm and composed!

However, since being captured by this Fatty, Bonnie felt her nerves greatly weakened! This rule-breaking Fatty made people go crazy with every action! Just when a mecha passed by, this trembling Fatty secretly dug a hole and buried something!

Bonnie saw clearly from the mecha computer. The anti-slip teeth on [Logic]'s feet gently lifted the soil, and a mecha mine slid smoothly from the weapon warehouse into the pit along the leg. Fatty looked around, and [Logic]'s foot discreetly moved the soil, covering the mine.

"Fatty, don't you realize how dangerous that was?!" Bonnie said indignantly.

Fatty looked up in surprise: "Why do you care so much about me?!" He said as he operated [Logic] that had buried the mine. Moving gently through the bushes like a Spirit Cat, he babbled, "I seriously warn you, I have a wife! And my willpower is not strong! If you tempt me a few times, I won't forgive myself for my mistakes!"

Bonnie almost fainted with anger at this self-absorbed idiot, snapping: "Who wants to tempt... What are you trying to do?" Seeing [Logic] approaching a [Warhammer] like a Weasel, Bonnie felt she was completely collapsing. This crazy Fatty was stealthily following ten [Warhammers] from behind! Being forced to share life and death with such an idiot was truly the most tragic thing in the world!

"Damn, shut up!" Fatty snapped irritably. "Don't sound like a whiny woman, I'm not going to rape you!"

"I don't want to die with you, filthy pig!" Bonnie cursed for the first time, coldly saying, "Do you think you can fight against the third-ranked Hunter Mecha Group in the Desic Empire alone? Or can you handle nine level-7 and one level-9 mecha warrior at once!"

"Level-9 Mecha Warrior!" Fatty shuddered, his heart pounding. "You mean, such a good piece of meat, I encountered it! How did you know?"

Bonnie discreetly moved her tied hands and felt the loosened ropes, coldly saying, "The Gazalin Empire's Mythical Army knows everything. The leaders of this Hunter Mecha Group are originally twin brothers! You just killed the deputy leader, whose mecha's golden flame insignia is smaller than the chief leader's! If you only wanted to anger them and hold them off, your goal was achieved!"

Fatty sneered, "It's been just one hour. To shake off their pursuit, we need to hold them here for at least six hours!"

"Six hours! Is that possible?" Bonnie gave Fatty a contemptuous look: "With just you?"

"With just me!" Before Fatty's voice fell, [Logic] suddenly sprang up, leaping at the nearest [Warhammer]. In the blink of an eye, [Logic] crossed more than twenty meters, its mechanical right arm punched the [Warhammer]'s back armor, shattering the thick armor plates! Before the [Warhammer] could react, its left hand lightning-fast reached out, [Logic]'s palm knife slashing open the [Warhammer]'s body and piercing inside!

"Roar!" The ambushed [Warhammer] bellowed, forcefully turned, and its right hand quickly struck [Logic]'s neck with its mechanical battle axe. The axe's edge was serrated, glowing with a bluish light—an ion battle axe!

Fatty never expected that this [Warhammer], after a fatal attack on its critical back location, could still counterattack. Moreover, judging by its movements and the ion glow on the axe, neither its drive, power, nor control system was damaged at all. Seeing the axe nearing his neck, he was terrified, recoiling and swiftly retreating.

The ambushed [Warhammer] decisively lunged forward, shielding its chest with its left arm round shield and assuming a standard combat stance. Its right hand axe drew an arc straight towards [Logic]'s cockpit.

Meanwhile, Aistrazzi and the other eight [Warhammers] had already rushed over, making the dense bushes rustle and steel clash incessantly!

"Damn!" Fatty suffered from his complete unfamiliarity with the ninth-generation [Warhammer], and [Logic]'s dense magnetic frequency modulation was blocked, preventing structural analysis of the [Warhammer]. Thus, his ambush failed, and he was immediately exposed, facing the difficult situation of being surrounded by the enemy! Seeing a mecha rushing towards him, the unwilling Fatty instantly increased his hand speed to forty actions per second, [Logic] rapidly confronted, soared, and kicked the [Warhammer]'s left arm shield. Using the force to rebound, it leaped towards the hillside.

The determined [Warhammer] wouldn't let the Fatty escape so easily. As its right-hand axe exerted force, it smartly discarded the axe and grabbed [Logic]'s leg, slamming [Logic] to the ground!

In that brief moment, Aistrazzi had already lunged forward, the golden insignia [Warhammer] bearing down like Mount Tai. Its right-hand battle axe momentarily produced multiple beams of light, striking at the collapsed [Magic Beast].

"The [Warhammer]'s energy cluster is in the lower abdomen!" Bonnie shouted urgently. Although she knew saying this now seemed already too late, she held an inexplicable hope for this seemingly miracle-creating Fatty.

"Damn woman! Why didn't you say this earlier!" Fatty cried in frustration, his hands forming two light clusters, hundreds of commands instantaneously transmitted to [Logic]'s control center through the operating system. This may be the most complex lazy donkey roll in human mecha combat history, every joint of [Logic] twisted, like a series of drive axles connected together, using the local explosive power of several joints, it suddenly flipped toward the slope.

However, it seemed all too late. The level-9 mecha warrior Aistrazzi's speed was too fast, his battle axe's fierce aura cut through all the bushes and leaves blocking in front, with whistling wind, aiming at the rolling [Logic]'s head.

Bonnie's eyes were somewhat unfocused, looking at the battle axe almost unavoidable, she didn't know any way to escape death!

The rolling [Logic] suddenly curled into an extremely soft posture. At the moment the battle axe approached, the mecha's battered body suddenly stretched out, delivering a powerful kick straight to the [Warhammer]'s lower abdomen. Meanwhile, its mechanical left arm, like two venomous snakes, softly entangled the [Warhammer]'s axe-wielding right arm.

Oh my god! What mecha move is this? Bonnie's eyes suddenly brightened, she bit her tongue.

It's not a dream!

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