Thousands of Hearts

Chapter 277 Military Merit 1

throughout the war zone.

In the defensive rear area, the situation became more and more obvious.

Under the impact of the All Souls Legion, there are only a few areas that can stand still.

These three areas are supported by three large mechs.

Three mechs, two white and one red, were blocking the vast torrent of spirits.

Like a rock standing in black water, it firmly stabilizes the whole situation.

compared with them.

The flying All Souls Legion is like countless black flying insects, which can explode with a single sword strike.

Each of the three has an extremely terrifying sensory resonance, under the high-intensity sense of time.

The giant swords in the hands of the three mechas seemed to disappear, and they could not be seen clearly at all.

There are only groups of phantoms, flickering around from time to time.

But the invincible posture of the three mechs did not last long.

Soon, within the All Souls Legion.

A black myriad spirit body separated from the legion, transformed into a huge black panther, swung its two tails, and rushed towards one of them.

"Sequoia, do you think you've won?"

The black panther roared, its sense of time was fully activated, it turned into a black phantom, and suddenly fought with the red mecha.

"I don't want to win, I want to kill you trash!!" The red mech roared. Swinging the sword broke out at full speed.

The speed of the two feels almost the same, and they suddenly fell into a stalemate.

On the other side, a large white mech slashed and exploded two miscellaneous soldiers with a sword.

Suddenly he stepped back.

With a swish, it just avoided a black claw mark.

"Did you chop very easily? Just now."

A black panther with two tails also quietly appeared behind the white mech.

"It's not fun at all. It's so boring to cut these garbage." The white mecha turned around, threw away the shield, and held the sword in both hands.

in another area.

The last big white mecha was about to step forward to support others.

Suddenly, with two swipes, two black panthers and myriad spirits appeared beside him.

"Where do you want to go?"

"You're the famous talented pilot recently, Phantom Sword Rem? You don't look good."

The two Panther Myriad Spirits are obviously also standard bodies.

It's like the council of stars imitating the seventh-level myriad spirits.

These panthers and myriad spirits are also obviously imitating human mechs.

Their body structure can be transformed into a humanoid mech at will, which is convenient for holding weapons and armor.

The two black panthers quickly transformed into leopard-headed human bodies, with two extra claw gloves in their hands.

"I'm Rem, but where did you hear the shameful nickname of Phantom Sword?"

Inside the white mecha, a cold and flat male voice came out.

"If you're sure, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him together, and then go to support the others!" The other panther Wanling said in a deep voice.

The two black panthers didn't say any more, the sense of time started, the body brought out afterimages, and instantly fought with Rem.

The battle is at a stalemate.

at this time.

There was another panther with all spirits galloping from among the many all spirits, heading straight for Rem's position.

Obviously, it wants to gather superior forces and kill the pillar mecha masters of the stars first.

The hearts of the three on Qunxing Fang tensed up.

It was already a little difficult for them to deal with the four panthers and all spirits.

This type of spirit body is born with extremely fast speed and strong attack and destructive power. Very difficult to deal with.

For this small encirclement and suppression battle, among the invited mid-level mecha divisions, only six were able to deal with the Black Panther Myriad Spirits.

There are three forwards in the front and three defenders in the back.

Allocation has been completed.

Originally, according to intelligence, there were at most five Black Panther-type airframes in this stronghold.

They had already dealt with four in the rear, and now suddenly there was another black panther.

This means...the intelligence is likely to be seriously wrong!

"Information is wrong, prepare to retreat." Rem reminded in a low voice on the channel of the Stars Army.

"What are you afraid of! I'll carry this end!" Sequoia inside the red mecha was on fire.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands almost turned into two phantoms on the console.

"You're crazy! You want to die and I don't want to die!" In another white mecha, the uncle who was bored before suddenly said angrily.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

"My daughter is still in the stronghold! Can't withdraw!!" Sequoia said furiously.

"The situation is wrong. The strength of this stronghold exceeds our expectations, and it may be difficult to destroy it." Rem said calmly.

He raised his hand to block a black panther rushing from the side, and with a backhand elbow, the other black panther staggered back.

But the third panther headed straight for where he was.

Rem narrowed his eyes, dealing with two black panthers was already his limit.

If there were more, he would have to withdraw his flagship.

Just as he started the engine and was about to evacuate.

Suddenly, the extra black panther turned around and pounced straight towards an empty space on the edge of Rem.

clang! !

The panther's forward momentum was like hitting a rock, and the front was firmly blocked by a white standard mech.

The black panther instantly turned on its sense of timing and pounced on the opponent again.

But no matter how fast he was, the white mecha was still neither fast nor slow, accurately blocking every pounce.

Rem and Sequoia were a little stunned.

"Where did this guy come from? I remember that among the mecha masters we invited, there are no special masters?"

"I don't know, no matter what, it's a good thing if someone blocks it. Kill!"

Rem agitated perception, fully resonated into the sense of timing. Fight with two black panthers again.

In this small-scale battle, there were only six of them who were somewhat famous mech masters.

Rem is the convener of the siege mission, so he naturally knows the list best.

The one extra person now has no reputation at all.

"Could it be a master who hides among the people and exerts his strength?"

Rem didn't have time to think about it. The Panther's pressure became more and more urgent, forcing him to concentrate and focus on coping.

The entire rear theater was divided into four pieces at once.

The three of Rem blocked three black panthers.

The last black panther was blocked by the white standard mecha that appeared behind.

Wang Yiyang sat in the cabin.

Hands are intensively operating on the operating table.

The white mecha, sword and shield he used grasped the rhythm of the black panther's attacks time after time.

Obviously not as fast as the opponent, but still firmly blocked his attack.

Although blocked each other.

But he still clearly felt that although Qunxing's mecha masters were powerful, their speed and flexibility were far inferior to this kind of black panther and myriad spirits.

These black panther spirit bodies are transformed bodies themselves, and they don't need to be manually operated like mecha masters.

At the same time, they are not limited to human form, as long as it is beneficial to improve the actual combat, they can be transformed into any shape.

Even the brain core chip that carries consciousness. It can also be replaced at will.

This allows them to display 100% of the body's combat effectiveness.

And the mech masters still need to resonate with the mecha, and also need to manually operate the action.

In any case, it was at least two beats slower.

"That is to say, to deal with this kind of black panther body, it must be at least slightly stronger than him in perception. Or the fighting skills are much better than him."

Wang Yiyang raised his shield to block the black panther's charge.

The huge impact brought him flying backwards heavily.

"The first layer of life swordsmanship can't handle it. Then the second layer."

He raised his giant sword and adjusted his perception to the vibration frequency.

Each layer of Life Sword Art corresponds to a different breathing rate.

This frequency can forcibly increase the degree of grasp of the opponent.

The higher the number of layers, the more able to grasp the opponent's rhythm. The more you can find the opponent's flaws and fatal points.

Combined with Wang Yiyang's silent killing instinct, the effect is even stronger.

Ascension to the sixth level of perfect limit, Wang Yiyang can even achieve the effect of vaguely predicting the opponent's actions one second in advance.

It's just that the consumption of perception is too high. He couldn't last long either. Can only be used as a hole card.

"One layer increases perception consumption by about 10% per minute. After the improvement, the reaction and accuracy can be increased by 15% in the test. Let's see the effect first."

Wang Yiyang purely regards Black Panther as a tool to train and test himself.

He swung his sword, continuously and precisely blocking the attacks of the panthers around him.

Panther obviously felt that his opponent was different from before.

Just now the opponent barely blocked him, but in fact, after a long time, he still won't be his opponent.

But now, the opponent's rhythm and speed seem to have improved.

This kind of improvement is not the feeling of opening the sense of time.

"Obviously I'm out of time...! This guy, what's going on!?"

He had only seen this kind of skill in some genre masters of the stars before.

At that time, he felt that those companions who were killed by the school mecha masters were simply waste.

Now it was his turn to face it himself, only to realize that the situation was not good.

"It's evil!" Black Panther agitated his senses and increased his speed by another layer.

At this time, his perception is infinitely close to the ninth level state.

The body seemed to turn into black lines, constantly circling Wang Yiyang and attacking at high speed.

Pounce again and again, collision again and again.

Every time it was like being counted by the other party.

What's even more frightening is that, as time went by, the panther gradually felt that his attack and evasion, defense, and even his moving route were all being controlled by the opponent one by one.

He was like a flying insect caught in a spider's web.

No matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape the fate of being gradually pulled towards the middle.

Chi!

Finally, a sword blade broke through his barrier, leaving a severe scar on his shoulder.

Followed by the second, and the third.

As time went by, the scars on Panther's body became more and more.

He gradually felt powerless.

And the opponent didn't even have a sense of time...

This made his despair grow bigger and bigger.

Finally, he was mentally negligent and moved a beat slower.

That's it.

Chi!