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A deafening sound rang through the air. The piercing sound of metal breaking stone resounded, and the air was forcefully blown apart, forming a terrifying vacuum belt.
As the 15 meter long, completely blade-like forelimbs came slashing down, the 9527 controlled Shadow God No.9 performed an extremely terrifying move in the span of 0.000001 seconds.
Turn around, retreat, parry with your shining daggers!
It looked like four simple movements would leave a space of no more than three meters. The shadow god nine alone was nine meters long. Such an enormous creature performing such nimble control could be described as a textbook exercise.
The twelve energy engines were operating at an overloaded capacity, with a theoretical limit of 40,000 horsepower. And just based on the control of 95271, it was at least 48,000 horsepower, with 120% of the output running at an overloaded rate.
The black alloyed dagger in his mechanical arm blocked the blade. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through a battleship. It was less than 25 centimeters away from the head of the shadow god 9.
At this moment, time seemed to stop, space seemed to freeze, the world seemed to freeze, and it was full of suffocating suppression.
"Hu!"
"Hu!"
"Hu!"
Within the cockpit, the face mask of the 9527 clown fell off, revealing a pale, bloodless face. His messy hair was stained with beads of sweat and the controls were shaking. Even his body was trembling, but his eyes were filled with joy and fanaticism.
The 9527 was not out of fear, but due to extreme control, his mind, physical strength and even the Mecha itself, were all overloaded from operating.
Shadow God # 9 wasn't a Mecha controlled by a neuron, but an Ancestral Master. If that scene from earlier had happened on the battlefield of Earth, then 9527 would have once again become a god.
The Lord's Ancestral Machine that was manually controlled had a reaction that even the neural system might not be able to make.
In that instant, 9527 knew better than anyone that he had just broken through. His hand speed had increased by at least 0.00000001 seconds. The pressure between life and death had allowed him to truly break through to a theoretical level.
Science and technology will prevail, and faith will be invincible!
After experiencing countless life and death experiences, joining the Federation's Seventh Fleet and piloting the Shadow God's Ninth Machine, it had already been more than five hundred years. It was unknown how many battles he had experienced, as he had completed countless assassination attempts.
However, he had never truly achieved the state of being one with the human and controlled it to such a degree that it could be controlled by one's will.
While 9527 was engrossed in his thoughts, he had not noticed the computer's computer screen. From time to time, irregular codes would pop up. It seemed to be disorderly, but they would quickly disappear.
"What the f * ck!" This dead metal control has broken through, this is unscientific! "
"Bodhi, theoretical limit of hand speed … …"
"Even the neural network system can't reach it, but he actually did."
The Bromogerm was filled with shock, he could not believe his eyes. The extreme speed in the Mecha theory was something that no one on Earth could break, even if it was the newest generation of neural system machines.
If it was in the Earth Federation, the 9527 will fight against Feng Shen.
What was extreme control!
In those 0.00000001 seconds, 9527 had performed 36 extreme maneuvers just now. It could be said to be a perfect textbook manoeuvre, even if it was the super calculation for Chaos Goddess.
It was impossible for humans to reach that level unless they evolved.
"9527, well done. Worthy of being brought out by me."
"The extreme control is recorded in the annals of history. The cannon will belong to you!"
"Lang boy, summon the fighter jet, replace with 9527!"
The Bodhi of Thunder God # 1 was so excited that he was dancing with joy. He couldn't help but light up a large cigar, his aged eyes filled with deep admiration.
Good young man, you are indeed a five-hundred-year-old bachelor dog.
Worthy of being groomed by those old things from the Assassin's Brotherhood.
Technology is the way!
"Boss, what do you think?"
The Chaos Goddess's projection stood in front of Gu Huang. She was the highest ranked Seven Star General of the Earth Federation, as well as the master of the Seventh Fleet.
According to the other message he had sent, the boss was extraordinary.
Although he was illiterate!
It could not cover the fact that he was a supreme genius.
"Interesting, really interesting."
"Bodhi, Bromogerm, no need to do anything. Just hand it over to 9527."
"9527, get rid of this bug."
Gu Huang stood with his hands behind his back, his hair dancing chaotically in the air, his entire being was filled with tranquility, a mysterious smile hung on the corners of his mouth, but his heart was also filled with surprise.
It is an indisputable fact that he is illiterate and does not understand technology.
But he was proficient in the other big aspects!
At that moment, the others might not have felt anything, but he had felt the power of his soul.
Simply put, technology and cultivation were only things and thoughts.
These were two extremes. This planet was a land of absolute souls. Essentially, all idealistic powers were forbidden.
However, there was indeed a God Race here that allowed one to rely on a single person to develop all sorts of extraordinary powers.
9527 was on the verge of being half awakened. It was an extremely special ability, one that belonged to the mind.
Furthermore, the Mecha had also undergone a metamorphosis. In the words of the Cultivation Side, it was already on the verge of giving birth to a new spirit.
What a good "9527", he really did pick up a treasure, the ability to awaken extraordinary abilities on his own, the skill analysis for God Race, was about to land on him.
"Boss, I'm afraid that 9527 …"
"Bodhi, I can still fight!"
Bodhi was a little worried, but in the next second, the fanatical voice of Shadow God No.9 sounded out, as if he was a terrifying fanatic.
"Weak human, die!"
A powerful spiritual fluctuation was emitted from the air, completely transmitting to the hearts of everyone present. They only saw the body of the fifteen blade-like limbs appearing.
It was a giant worm about 60 meters long, shaped like a centipede. It had two rows of limbs formed by over a hundred blades, had a terrifying and ugly human face, and had a mosquito-like mouth.
Ugly, dirty, and fiendish, it gave off a sinister aura.
Saber Edge Warrior!
The elite soldiers of the Zerg tribe, with their individual self-awareness, were able to fight head on with ordinary soldiers of the God Race.
Its body was 60 meters long and 70 tons in weight. Its sharp forelimbs were able to cut through the energy shields that had already torn through one's God Race. It possessed special abilities and soul attacks. It was definitely the most terrifying type of bug clan elite soldiers.
"Death like a shadow, formless and formless!"
The 9527 in the cockpit had reached its limit, but it was still holding on. Even though the power of the furnace had dropped to 50%, it still didn't give up.
Five hundred years of battle honor!
Space Thorn King!
He could either assassinate the target or die in battle!
Glory is my life!
He would never retreat!
"Let's attack!" "9527!"
The Bodhi's bold and rough voice resounded through the sky, the blood that was hot didn't miss a beat, and there was a trace of melancholy in the vicissitudes of life, as though he had returned to the era when the Seventh Fleet was just formed and was on an expedition to the sea of stars.
At that time, he was still a young man full of dreams and passion …
In a flash, it had already been a thousand years!
It was a period that was hard to look back on.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]