"Isn’t this..." Gu Ningxuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. There was nothing special about this mecha, but weren’t the patterns on the Scorpion Giant Claw the emblem of the Xilena First Affiliated School? According to his understanding, this mecha should be from the emergency arsenal, used to defend the school and these students... and now...

Gu Ningxuan gritted his teeth fiercely; the usually calm and even wooden expression on his face showed unprecedented anger, with a flame burning in his eyes, though it was not hot but icy like a cold frost, "You’ve done a great job... You’ve really pissed me off!"

The Hotline Particle Cannon shot mercilessly, as if it would scorch the entire air and consume that insignificant human!

What was happening with Su Jiameng had already caught attention; after all, the repeated streaks of blue energy bullets across the sky were so conspicuous that they were impossible to ignore. When all the cannon fodder aimed at her and spewed flames of anger at the tower, many thought the tower and the person standing on it were doomed!

However, at the next moment, many held their breath in shock! It was assumed that the tower, standing for a thousand years at the Xilena First Affiliated School, would so easily collapse, but reality was as beautiful as a dream!

Su Jiameng looked at the Military God surrounding her protectively; the bandage on her face moved slightly, uttering a muffled voice, "Idiots!"

The cannon fire struck the dark hull of the Military God and exploded, scattering into tendrils of flame, then quickly dissipated into the air. No one understood the Military God’s defensive capability better than her, and no one understood why he was called the battlefield’s universal soldier better than her... If this group had scattered and fled, even Su Jiameng couldn’t have done anything...

But now they had walked into the trap and sent an attack signal at her; does this mean she can go on a killing spree?

Raising her hand to stroke the Military God’s cold steel armor, Su Jiameng looked at the cockpit opening right in front of her and got in, sitting firmly. The different system lights flickered and operated frantically. Staring at the virtual video inside the cockpit, she murmured, "Military God, our first cooperation, please take care of me!"

Her hands touched the interior of the Military God, and an indescribable current surged in her heart. The real-life operation of the Military God felt completely different from in the virtual network; the feeling of truly controlling everything was unprecedentedly clear! It was even addictive!

Everyone could see the colossal being floating above the tower, defending against all attacks with its body alone, fully awakening at this moment, limbs stretching, exuding supreme dominance! Like a God of Killing towering in the sky, whom no one dared to offend!

A hoarse voice came from inside the pitch-black mecha, "Since you’ve come to die, I don’t mind starting with you! Haha, dead or alive, none of you should think about running, not a single piece of mecha debris should remain!"

Su Jiameng casually glanced at the energy reserves and mecha wear level, a sinister, bloodthirsty smile tugging at her lips. Back then, she could play the players in the game like a fiddle, and even before her death, she didn’t forget to set a trap for someone, so don’t expect her to have a big heart!

The saying goes, "A gentleman’s revenge lasts ten years," but Su Jiameng’s favorite thing is "do today’s things today, take today’s revenge today!" Even if she couldn’t chew out the entire revenge today, she’d at least bite off a chunk of flesh as an advance on the interest!

Su Jiameng was well aware her current emotion was overly intense and even extreme, almost treating those mechas as higher-order Insect Race, with a tendency to blast them into pieces with a few rounds. But she didn’t want to end this state.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t rational, but she missed such a scene too much. Her hands moved rapidly, the entire mecha operating thoroughly. In her second life, her mecha operation level was exceptionally strong, and those claiming extreme operation skills were merely playing a game. Playing a game regardless of how strong didn’t mean their combat was strong. What was called combat meant fighting for a chance of survival with one’s life!

"None of you will escape!" As soon as Su Jiameng finished speaking, a short-distance spatial jump instantly disappeared from the original spot, silently pinning down a mecha attempting to stealthily attack, while the palm of the Military God’s hand emitted a crackling sound. A high-intensity compressed Energy Cannon had already buffered and struck at the opponent’s cockpit!

In her past life, many who collaborated with Su Jiameng called her a lunatic, typically calm and rational but easily erupting at the sight of violence, with doubled effectiveness when countering Insect Race. She acknowledged being sick, but did the enemy have a cure?

Her enemies had no cure to restrain her, so they could only watch her rampage uncontrollably ╮(╯▽╰)╭

This was Su Jiameng’s first true piloting of the Military God. Though it wasn’t a complete version now, the smoothness of controlling it as if it were her own arm shocked her. If the mecha cooperating with her back then was the Military God, chances are that chase between players and BOSS might have allowed her more days, to wreak harrowing havoc on more pitiful players...

"Is... Susu?" Gu Ningzhi had just ended an intense battle amidst a scene scattered with ruins, reeking of acrid smoke. He lazily pulled out a cigarette, sitting cross-legged on his mecha’s mechanical arm, somewhat languidly glancing at the sky, his pupils instantly enlarging, "Ha, quite cool!"

Gu Ningzhi was witnessing for the first time someone harnessing the mecha to such a degree, and that pitch-black mecha... clicking his tongue, even with a single cannon on them, its attack power should exceed the limits prescribed by the Restricted Mecha Order, right?

"Wow, I’m kind of getting more interested..." Gu Ningzhi lit the cigarette, surveying another few directions, "Tsk tsk tsk, this group is indeed less efficient than me, still entangled with the opponents until now..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcomed to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)