Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1578 -9 Volume 51: Continuing the Massacre

“Is this the true strength of the bandit army?!”

The silent command center was filled only with heavy breathing. The violent and bloody scene before them made all the Fei Alliance officers dizzy. Everyone’s heartbeat quickened with the sight of the rapidly moving bloodlines across the plain within the endless array of Suss mecha.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Everyone felt as if there were a hundred thousand war drums pounding simultaneously within their chests at this moment!

While those with foresight could glean the trend of future high-end mecha and advanced warriors reigning supreme from the development of mecha warfare in recent years, the bloodthirsty slaughter carried out by five hundred bandit army War Gods along Highway D88 was still hard to accept.

The charging black mecha had already penetrated deep within the Western Alliance Armored Forces. Five hundred Rampage divided into five groups of a hundred, slicing from the center outward in all directions. The sounds of explosions, screams, and metal clashes were incessant. The red flames, flying debris, and flesh formed a picture of the apocalypse.

Rather than modern mecha warfare, it’s more like five hundred ancient heavy cavalry charging into a crowd of civilians!

Strength and fragility were so vividly displayed.

The average hand speed of Suss Mecha Warriors was only thirty actions, their battle understanding barely transitioning from ranged attacks to close combat. How could they be contenders against the bandit army War Gods with an average hand speed of over sixty-five actions?!

Furthermore, the bandit army War Gods benefited from the hand speed boosts of Mecha Martial Arts! Plus, the performance superiority of Twelfth Generation Mecha against the Eighth and Ninth Generation Suss standard mecha was akin to Mount Tai crushing down! Even their once-lacking battle experience had been sharpened into practical and terrifying skills through Fatty’s combat technique teachings and numerous straightforward real battles.

The killing methods taught by Fatty were always the most effective and ruthless. He trained the bandit army’s Special Forces Camp as his top henchmen.

In terms of tactical application and military prowess, the War Gods might not match the seasoned veterans proficient in various weapons and capable of executing tasks in all terrain conditions, but when it came to collective brawling, even the most skilled ace mech warriors were merely little kids before them.

The gap in strength predetermined the outcome of the battle from the very start.

Fatty’s command was blunt—kill! This face-to-face contest required no strategy, just a clash of sheer power. Like smashing eggs with stones, no matter if these Suss eggs numbered ten million, the end is still an overwhelming mess of egg yolk!

He ordered the opening of the flank passage; the bandit army was to fight this battle alone.

No time limit, no strategic tasks, no considerations for other allied forces’ survival. He led five hundred Rampage to a point on Highway D88 less than five kilometers from the 5th Resource Highway, leaving the rest to the War Gods, who were already masters of crushing slaughter.

As long as they were happy, they could use any means to slaughter the enemy before them. The more brutal and bloody, the better.

Fatty was never one for mercy. The idea of stupidly sparing the enemy’s life was something only an idiot, fool, bastard, or mongrel would think of. Those who made snide remarks from far away were dealt with by Fatty; the only result was sending them to the battlefield to let the enemy test if their rear looked as good as their mouth.

The War Gods unleashed the performance of Rampage with hand speeds exceeding sixty-five actions per second. The energy shield of over seven thousand two hundred units was nine times that of a standard Ninth Generation Suss mecha. The miniaturized warship engine power and transmission system generated forces four times that of the Eleventh Generation Long Sword, and the instant speed was also four times greater.

This meant, in front of Suss knights, these black devil mecha had become indestructible ghosts, unstoppable butchers, and wanton executioners.

Amid a barrage of Energy Cannons, the energy shield of five hundred Rampage glowed bluish all along. Even when close-range firefights occasionally occurred, attempting mutual destruction, the Suss knights could only watch helplessly as the opponent’s energy shield flickered silently. In the next second, these Suss Mecha Warriors would turn into a mist of blood under Rampage’s iron fist.

To smash a Ninth Generation Suss mecha into pieces with Rampage’s might required only one punch.

The armor strength of a Ninth Generation mecha could never withstand Rampage’s attack. The speed of the mecha and the control level of the Suss knights were insufficient to evade Rampage’s fists. In front of these black devils, they were not warriors at death’s door but rather little girls showing off before a heavyweight Boxing King.

“Damn your mother!”

Amid the chaotic armored cluster, a few Suss mecha surrounding Rampage heard the voice cursing not fifty meters ahead. Just before they charged on, they saw this Rampage grab a Suss Madman’s fist and kick the opponent’s cockpit.

The simple and heavy Suss mecha turned into a flimsy ragdoll. Because its arm was still held by Rampage, its body, receiving a lethal blow, was kicked off the ground, flipping upside down in the air.