My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2979 -992: Protocol III · The Creator’s Perfect Blueprint Will Be Realized! (2)

Thus, its mechanical mind went online again, entering self-protection mode.

“Target threat level: extremely low! Punishment level reduced to 3%!”

“Swish”

The flame nozzle emitted red plasma flames once again, and amidst the screams of several newbies, the Mech Maiden swung her heavy fist and executed a “Heavy Cannon Strike MAX,” incinerating three individuals who tried to touch her in the fire.

The armed module on her chest scanned the surrounding entities, instantly completing the lock-on, and then the missile slots on her shoulders opened for a round of indiscriminate bombardment.

The players were instantly blown off their feet, retreating while crying out.

The veteran players reacted swiftly, raising shields and barriers barely withstanding this wave of AOE damage, while Little Wei Ming pulled out the Iron Fist Missile launcher, aimed at the fire-covered female BOSS and pulled the trigger.

“Die, you bad robot!”

She screamed.

The missile, enhanced with Burning Gold, came roaring, seemingly about to hit Prototype 11, who dodged the lock-on with a divine Z-shaped maneuver and caught the missile mid-air, forcing it to explode in her hand as she tightly clasped her fingers around it.

Fiery flames and shrapnel flew everywhere but failed to cause any damage to the prototype, not even impede her.

“Oh no, I’m doomed. This time I’m going to quit networking for three days.”

Little Wei Ming stared in shock as the Mech Maiden easily forced Orchid’s defenses back amidst the fiery explosions, then in one fluid motion vaulted into the air with her thrusters, kicking toward herself in a knightly pose speeding up in the flames.

She couldn’t evade at all; the opponent was too fast.

She only had time to mourn for herself, then opened her arms in mid-air to greet the arrival of death. However, fate was always generous to the carefree Little Potato. Just as Prototype 11’s destructive knight kick was about to crush Murphy’s warrior, the latter suddenly changed attack direction mid-air, spinning stylishly toward the sky.

“Bang”

As the flaming power kick collided with the War Marshal’s armed wolf tooth lance, the force of the collision and fiery explosion blew away surrounding players amid screams.

Little Wei Ming opened her eyes amid the ground tremors and watched as Sir Murphy arrived at the battlefield in his invincible power armor at a critical moment.

“What are you planning to do to my warrior, Penny the Little Girl!”

With the scolding, the power armor, much larger than Prototype 11, caught the destructively inclined mechanical’s left leg in reverse, in a standard “Heaven and Earth Return” slam, smacking her back and forth against the ground seven or eight times, like terrifying hammering of eighty big strikes and ten thousand small ones that stunned the Mech Maiden.

Without even having time to adjust her battle plan, Murphy, who dropped the lance, pressed her to a nearby boulder with his left hand, then slammed his right fist down aiming at Mech Maiden’s head.

The first punch shattered the boulder.

The second punch drove Prototype 11 into the ground, reminiscent of the brutal scene of Fire Cloud Evil God bullying Ah Xing, the repeated heavy punches made a humanoid depression on the floor.

Even the earth couldn’t withstand such brutal rampage, while continuous strikes on the body core prevented Prototype 11’s mechanical mind from functioning, and Mosna from Origin constantly attacked her firewall, causing Penny’s memory and consciousness to resurface in the processor.

A few minutes ago, she was abused by the War Marshal’s armament.

The battle in the outer district should have ended, but Murphy deliberately threw this guy from there to the port district, allowing his small players to intervene in this storyline, enhancing the allure and anticipation for the upcoming second expansion pack.

“Mind module reboot is almost complete! The mechanical mind tactics imposed by the Scholar have been disabled, and I’ve activated the battlefield ethics module left by the creator, you can release her now. From now on, she’ll need to pass three rounds of standard ethical decision-making before initiating any attack.

This prevents her from conducting large-scale annihilation actions.”

Mosna’s voice echoed in the combat cabin of the War Marshal’s armament, making Murphy nod and lift the bombarded Prototype 11, then grabbed her head and hurled her backward.

Like a baseball flying out, it roared against a wall, amidst the dust scattered by shattered bricks, where Penny restored to consciousness lay in rubble in a dazed position, with her flame nozzle and tactical modules deactivated, making her “quiet” down. Yet her mind lingered at the moment shrouded by the glow of God’s Scepter.

It seemed like dreaming from a distance, more like being confined in an aquarium, seeing the outside world through a layer of “glass,” a completely different experience was invading her mind.

Temperature: 13.7.

Southeast wind direction.

Humidity very high, suggested long-term use of anti-rust oil for maintenance.

Number of active individuals within 300 yards: 213.

Others show a clear hostile inclination, defensive counterattack tactics are suggested.

Advanced sensors continuously transmitted external information to her mind, while active decision-making modules kept providing advice, and she couldn’t feel her eyes, ears, nor limbs but was gradually adapting to another more perfect observation method.

She was changed, changed forever… and it seems she lost a lot of memories.

“Penny!”

A somewhat familiar voice sounded beside her.