Thousands of Hearts

"By the way, Sister Sheila, although you have just advanced to the eighth level, it's time to prepare for the ninth level.

From level 8 to level 9, although the change is not big, it is only the enhancement of the sense of time.

But the amount of perceived growth required is substantial. According to my father's experience, from the eighth to the ninth level, the perception needs to be increased to more than three times the original. "

"More than three times? So much?" Sheila was surprised.

"Yes, so it takes a long time to go from the eighth level of perception to the ninth level.

Although you and I have comet level qualifications, we need much less resources and time. But still have to prepare in advance. "

"I see."

They rested for a while and ate something.

The emergency notice from the military department also came.

Vibration conduction sounds came from everyone's bracelets.

‘All applicants, please go to the assembly point and assign the battle zone. '

The broadcast was repeated twice.

Several people quickly packed up the food and got up to pay the bill.

From Star City GN, the five returned to the battleship and mecha, and quickly followed the instructions on the bracelet to the assembly point.

In the vast empty space.

Groups of huge gray and black battleships, like schools of fish, surround the three huge ring-shaped motherships.

Fly towards a khaki planet in the distance.

Wang Yiyang and the others were divided into two teams.

Shera and Marne joined the escort in the middle of the fleet.

Kelin and Wang Yiyang were assigned to the last security force.

The mecha of five people is like a drop in the ocean in a large fleet of tens of thousands, inconspicuous.

An officer in charge of distribution gave Wang Yiyang and Kelin each a 30-number combat aircraft unit.

These aircraft, piloted by clones, will surround their mechs to form a miniature combat formation.

Because Wan Ling's soul-snatching virus is extremely contagious to machine intelligence.

Therefore, in the battle against all spirits, no intelligent programs are allowed.

All clones will use manual operation to control the aircraft to attack.

Every eighth-level mech master is assigned his own area of ​​responsibility.

Wang Yiyang is no exception.

He and Klin's squad were in charge of a defensive area behind the fleet.

At this time, all of them were wearing large mechs, waiting quietly in the large battleship hangar.

Nothing to be seen in the hangar.

There is no battle situation, no image and sound, only the quiet and still metal inner wall of the hangar.

Wang Yiyang sat in the cockpit of the mecha and waited quietly.

There are only flashing red signal lights in the hangar, which are dim and dim.

"Hello, Yoko." Kelin's voice came from the private communication channel.

"how?"

"Do you think there is still hope for Shira and I?"

"..." Wang Yiyang was speechless.

"Hehe...Understood, she was not as good as she is now before she tested her aptitude..."

"..." Wang Yiyang remained silent.

A long sigh came from the communicator.

"Even the mentor, after the qualification test, has changed his attitude towards Shera. This fucking world is so realistic!"

Kelin hammered the console with a bit of bitterness.

He talked about his past, how he was discriminated against and bullied because of his appearance, how he worked hard and was admitted to the hunting bow.

Then he worked hard all the way, and finally reached the eighth level with great difficulty.

In the end, what he got in exchange was still looked down upon by others.

"Mentors are human too, so it's normal to behave like this." Wang Yiyang comforted.

"I know that too. But I feel a little aggrieved in my heart." Kelin said in a muffled voice.

"Then why don't you adjust your appearance?"

"I adjusted it. They said that this is already the upper limit, and I can't change it anymore. If I change it again, it will break the law."

"The law stipulates that the appearance can be increased by up to 30%?" Wang Yiyang was speechless.

"yes......"

Clint fell silent.

Wang Yiyang was also silent.

beep...beep....

A piercing siren sounded quickly in the mecha.

"Squad No. 66732, get ready to attack."

"Squad No. 66732, get ready to attack."

The broadcast is repeated several times in succession.

Wang Yiyang manually turned on the engine of the mecha.

Nerve contact wires, like living things, connected to him from all directions.

"Squad No. 66732 is ready." Wang Yiyang replied.

‘The attack cabin is about to open, when the countdown ends, please attack in time. ’ The gentle electronic female voice came out again.

Wang Yiyang was calm.

Perception quickly spread all over the body of the mech along the nerve contact line.

'The sensory resonance begins. '

'OS modification to manual. '

'The defensive coating is on. '

'The defensive force field is activated. '

'The countdown begins. '

'3.'

'2.'

'1.'

"Attack."

There was a shock.

The mech operated by Wang Yiyang sank quickly and entered the launch channel.

boom!

There was a roar.

The huge white mech streaked across the black launch channel, rushing out of the battleship like a flying white eagle.

Like Wang Yiyang, there are several white sword and shield mechas of the same style around.

A large number of shuttle-type fighter jets flew out from under the battleship at the same time, closely following the armor, forming independent teams.

"Be careful." Kelin whispered.

"Go all the way." Wang Yiyang replied.

"Can you stop saying that? It's very unlucky." Clinton was choked up.

"Don't you know that the more critical the moment, the more you need to operate in reverse? This is called the reverse flag." Wang Yiyang laughed.

Right in front of him, a large number of small black warships flew towards him.

Thousands of transformed souls were released from the bottom of the battleship.

Each of these modified people is only the size of an ordinary person.

From a distance, it looks like a small ant, extremely small.

Each of them is covered with a layer of absolute interference force field barrier.

This barrier prevents it from being locked and can only be killed manually.

"This is the real war of all spirits... so many seven levels..." Kelin gasped and said in horror.

"This is already a small part that leaked in after the front line blocked it. We haven't reached our respective defensive areas yet."

Wang Yiyang looked calm. Pull out the mecha sword shield.

"let's start."

Whoosh whoosh! !

The clone fighters around him took the lead to fly out to meet the morphed man of all spirits.

Small railguns and laser beams flying everywhere.

Self-seeking missiles are simply useless here.

As soon as the fighter jets came into contact, they were like a group of piranhas, entangled some of the spirits to transform people.

They will definitely not be opponents, but it is still possible to delay for a while.

Wang Yiyang looked towards the distance around him.

The rest of the intermediate mecha masters have also started to exchange fire with the transformed people of Wanling body.

The large mech pierces with all its strength, and if it is accurate, it can kill a morphed person with a myriad of spirits with one sword.

But these guys are extremely agile and hard to catch.

The number of mecha masters is too small, and most of them are passive for the sake of defense.

Klin operated the mech, sprinted frantically, and shuriken shield cautiously defended and counterattacked.

It smashed open the fly-like myriad spirits around it again and again.

These guys are fearless, small in size and thick in skin. Only close to the battle.

It's just annoying.

Klin used basic military swordsmanship, slashed forward, and then switched to piercing instantly with a sense of timing.

Chi!

A modified human with a spiritual body couldn't dodge it, and was hit in the chest. Was blown up on the spot.

Its defensive barrier is facing a huge monster like a large mecha, as long as it is hit from the front, it will only explode.

Clint exhaled.

Continue to sweep away the two Myriad Spirits, swinging the sword to activate the sense of timing.

But this time the opponent was vigilant in advance, and retreated immediately after the attack.

Kelin's sword could barely reach the barrier of the two Myriad Spirits, bringing out a stream of sparks.

"Damn it!"

This is Klin's first formal confrontation with Myriad Spirits, and the opponent really can't break through his defense.

But his efficiency in killing the enemy is also terribly slow.

These myriad spirits were simply born for war, and each one was extremely flexible, perfectly displaying all their own advantages.

Kelin checked the rest of the mech masters for a while.

The surrounding mech masters in his group are all facing the same predicament as him.

On average, one spirit body is solved every minute, which is considered stable.

Then he looked towards Wang Yiyang.

"Fuck!"

Kelin rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was blind.

Wang Yiyang's large mech in the distance didn't feel the timing at all.

Just fly forward smoothly.

But all the spirits that passed by his side were like moths to the flame. As soon as they approached, they were easily chopped and exploded by the white giant sword.

The blade doesn't look fast, but it has a strange rhythm and rhythm.

"It's so ruthless when you don't drive!" Klin suddenly felt the huge gap between himself and Wang Yiyang.

In just half a minute, as many as ten Wanling bodies died under Wang Yiyang's sword.

"This is the sword of life." Wang Yiyang sat in the cockpit and manipulated the mecha to easily perform the sword of life.

His current swordsmanship has reached the sixth level of perfection required by the mission.

At his level, the progress of practicing this low-level swordsmanship is naturally fast.

This sword technique is very wonderful.

He has only used the first level of basic swordsmanship, and when used with the mecha, the effect is good.

He could feel the rhythm and rhythm of the attacks of the spirits around him.

Their attack was regarded by him as a huge life.

And as long as there is life, there is breathing.

If you grasp this breath, you will be invincible.

This is the essence of life fencing.

While swinging the blade, Wang Yiyang looked calm, and easily pierced the two spirit bodies on the right.

He has reached his own demarcation area.

The mecha was suspended in space, and all the spirits around him took the initiative to avoid him, not daring to approach him.

They don't fear death, but they fear death for nothing.

The small area where Wang Yiyang was located immediately formed a sharp contrast with the other mecha masters.

In the range around him, gradually no Myriad Spirits entered.

But soon, new enemy troops approached quickly.

In the Wanling camp, an eighth-level Black Eagle Wanling body tore open a seventh-level modified man with one claw, and looked at Wang Yiyang with red eyes.

Whoosh!

The black eagle approached at high speed, and the black wings glowed with cold purple fluorescence, cutting towards Wang Yiyang's waist.

Wang Yiyang, as if he had not served a prophet, gave way slightly to avoid the attack.

He raised his hand and moved forward silently.

Neither fast nor slow, the blade pierced the black eagle's belly head-on.

It was as if he had voluntarily bumped into the opponent's blade.

Chi!

A great deal of sparks exploded.

The black eagle staggered away, and there was a deep scar from his chest to his abdomen.

Wang Yiyang was about to pursue, when suddenly a black eagle flew behind him again.

It is also an eighth-level transformation body of the Wanling system.

The speed of this black hawk was even better, and it attacked silently.

But unfortunately, no matter how fast he is.

Wang Yiyang's sword tip turned upside down and passed through his armpit.

Pooh!

The sharp claws of the black eagle behind him were pierced, and the entire abdomen was also pierced by the giant sword.

The huge speed he brought himself brought fatal and huge damage instead.

boom!

The flames of the explosion overwhelmed Wang Yiyang.

Soon the flames dissipated, and he flew out of the flames again unscathed, walking towards the wounded Black Hawk like a leisurely stroll.