I Am a Salted Fish in the Interstellar Era - Chapter 16
Honestly, Shi Yu didn’t want to just stand there, but the gap between mechas was just too large.
She felt like a fish in water when using the War God, with no burden on her body at all. In contrast, piloting a military mecha felt like carrying a heavy iron block, heavy and oppressive.
It was as if she, with only B-level physical and mental strength, was piloting an A-level mecha.
Shi Yu suddenly felt guilty…
She had never tested her physical and mental strength… What if she was indeed B-level… Was she playing with her own life now?
Damn! This crappy mecha could cost someone their life!
But now was obviously not the time to figure out whether the military mecha was crappy or the War God was.
The green mantis’ scorpion tail was severed, and the intense pain made it open its mouth full of fine, dense teeth, emitting a mad roar.
The stench stirred up an acidic wind, which would have surely knocked someone out if they weren’t in a mecha.
After its roar, the green mantis, madly waving its blades, charged straight at Shi Yu and the young man who had cut off its tail.
Not far behind it, a black striped monster was swinging its huge tentacles, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Shi Yu immediately activated the thrusters to dodge backward, then quickly familiarized herself with the military mecha’s capabilities.
It seemed that mechas were more or less similar in basic operation. Shi Yu had no problem with that but found the weapons equipped on the military mecha painfully lacking.
Not to mention drones, there wasn’t even a beam sword. The only weapons were a large sword mounted on the back and some bullets, making the mecha appear sleek and lighter. Clearly, the one she was piloting was a close-combat type mecha.
After getting to know the weapons on the mecha, it automatically completed the virtual modeling, displaying the surrounding situation on the virtual sand table.
Shi Yu caught a glimpse of two mechas performing excellently.
One, having found a sniper rifle from somewhere, seemed not to need to aim at all. Bullets flew out of the barrel, covering a blue and white mecha fighting against the mantis in the front. Despite this, he was effortlessly coordinating with the mechas around him.
Another had somehow gotten hold of a cannon and found a relatively safe spot. From a distance, he played ‘whack-a-mole’ with the monsters, sending a shell into the mouth of any monster that dared open it. The explosion that followed turned the monster into a pile of mush instantly.
Were they all so awesome?
Shi Yu wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead, watching their skilled operations and raising an eyebrow.
The blue and white mecha, which had just saved her from the scorpion tail, was equally exceptional. Carrying a large sword, it fought close combat with the giant mantis, which seemed unable to do anything against him for a moment.
Shi Yu muttered to herself that she wasn’t the weakest, then flashed a bright smile, took out the large sword from the mecha’s back, and activated the thrusters to join the battle.
The performance gap between different levels of mechas was magnified at this moment.
The War God, when bound by the striped monster with great force, showed no damage on its surface, while the military mecha Shi Yu was piloting now dented immediately after being hit a few times, with some parts malfunctioning.
Connecting her mental power to the control core, Shi Yu finally understood why one shouldn’t pilot mechas above their level. She could clearly feel her mental power being drained whenever the mecha was damaged, and her physical strength slowly declining.
Without the War God taking hits for her, Shi Yu immediately started dodging. She focused on controlling the mecha, completely unaware that she was pushing the A-level mecha’s performance to its limit.
Su Jianxing stared dumbfounded at the battered mecha far away, wielding a large sword like the Grim Reaper reaping the monsters’ lives.
How could it be so fast? That battered mecha seemed not to know what driving fatigue was. The battle had been going on for over ten minutes, and not only was there no sign of faltering, but it also became more formidable as time passed, with its surface becoming increasingly pitted.
Su Jianxing was glad he had activated the full simulation mode. Since he began piloting the mecha, all the surrounding battle situations had been recorded by his mecha and transmitted to his brain-computer interface, a habit he had brought from the battlefield.
Shi Yu became more exhilarated as she fought, slicing another worm-like monster in half. The gush of green fluid disgusted her, but her physical fatigue seemed to vanish with the combat, as if she wasn’t piloting a mecha but happily eating a small pudding instead.
Unbeknownst to those in battle, a strange missile was launched from a space station. After entering the atmosphere, it accelerated terrifyingly, piercing through the defense lines of unknown species flying high above. Then, its shell disintegrated and fell off. When it descended to about fifteen kilometers above the ground, the missile exploded without warning.
At the same time, all the shelters covered by the missile’s explosion range discovered that their brain-computers, previously unable to connect to the star network, had regained signal.
In the space station, Feng Zhuo was delighted to see one rescue signal after another transmitted by the orbital satellites and immediately ordered, “Quick! Launch all the remaining signal missiles now!”
The reason why surface communication with the space force station was impossible was due to an extremely fine powder secreted by the unknown species occupying the airspace, which dispersed into the air, interfering with signal transmission and reception.
After identifying the problem, space station researchers worked day and night on this powder and finally deciphered its composition the day before yesterday, spending almost another day to manufacture the missile.
At this moment, the personnel monitoring the orbital satellite feeds were shocked by a scene captured by one of the satellites.
It showed a mecha that could be described as battered, with its left hand almost completely destroyed, yet the large sword it carried in its right hand reaped the lives of monsters like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. Many who fought alongside her were frozen in place, seemingly shocked by her madness and combat prowess.
The most battered mecha and the most ordinary large sword carved out a striking scene.
The ground was covered with sections of monsters in various colors, which from high above looked like a nonsensical street art.
The monsters invading the shelter seemed to realize the futility of their attack and began to retreat, but the battered mecha, standing on the corpse of a green mantis with its crippled leg and wielding the large sword, opened the public channel.
“Hey! Bros, don’t go! Let’s fight a bit more! Just a bit more!”
Everyone who was in shock snapped back to reality, and a unanimous thought exploded in their minds.
Damn! She’s so arrogant!