Chapter 946: Fatal Airstrike (2)

Oliver sighed, and then drove his mech to the green giant cocoons from the hard orange land. It was these cocoons that gave birth to the terrible beasts. Now he must remove these residues in case they leave. New green skin will be born again.
"Check if there is any more, Verona."
Dewar ordered to.
"When they go out to hunt, they usually form a larger group than just now."
"Observe, Captain."
The support hand, Verona, got it, and then drove his mech away from the dead greenskins, and through the gap between the towering grid posts surrounding the farm and linked together.
In order to check the open space behind a huge cobblestone, Verona drove up the rocky with his mech.
It is not easy to control a huge war machine like a mech through such a rugged surface. As a pilot, Oliver had to admire his comrades’ driving skills secretly.
The roaming mecha turns its support bearing at the waist and turns the upper body to Oliver.
Although he couldn't see his face through the cockpit's red visor, he could still feel the stern and firm gaze from the soft light projected between the cracks of the nail.
"Pay attention behind us, don't let anything slip past."
Dewar ordered that his voice once again become cold and tough, just like the mecha under his seat.
"Otherwise I will ask you."
"Observe, Captain."
Oliver answered.
"Do it now."
It is said that if a warrior stays with his mech long enough, they will begin to show certain personality traits of the other party.
Oliver has seen most of the drivers in service. Just talk to them for a moment, it is easy to know which mech they are in posture.
For example, those who drive those towering Titans are arrogant, self-centered pilots.
They often show contempt for those around them.
However, Oliver knows that that arrogance can be forgiven, because overlooking the entire battlefield from that height and pouring out the awesome destructive power will naturally inflate a human's self-consciousness.
But this is also a necessary protection against the self-consciousness of the Titan mecha, which is overwhelming in front of the driver.
Seeing Dewar turn around and follow Weilu to take away the ruins of the damaged fence post, Oliver manipulated his armor and turned back with a bold movement like a show off technique.
The roaming mecha is much smaller than the Titan, but its internal mechanical mechanism and driving system are regarded as miracles by many humans today.
A Titan mecha requires a large number of crew members to maintain its system, and daily inspection of ai logic is required. The roaming mecha is a powerful war machine driven by a single soldier, which is a perfect combination of flesh and steel.
As a pilot, not only must I have confidence in using this power, but I must also humbly understand that although this power is very powerful, he is not invincible.
Oliver took a stride and walked back towards the reactor while stretching out his detection net in order to catch any wild green skin that had detached from the main group even though he thought he would find nothing.
Even if he did so, how much threat would a few green skins have?
Usually, the militiamen will inspect the land where green skin has appeared again and again, and dig up the soil to destroy the biological cocoon.
The vast majority of green skins will die before birth, but some will survive, although it is exaggerated to call their ruined life "alive."
They will spread in droves through the wilderness in all directions, and most of them are just trying to perform the tasks for which they were born, although their simple minds can't figure out that they are no longer under the protection of the ethnic group.
"Such monsters need to be harvested."
This thought pulled Oliver's thoughts back, he raised his head, and the head of the mech carrying a large number of sensors also made the same action.
Surrounded by an empty barren land around the farm, the strong winds blowing along the northern depressions blown the dusty clouds. This was once a fertile soil, but the war repeatedly destroyed it into a no man's land.
Oliver can't talk about feelings about this piece of land, but after getting familiar with the long night history, he has a deeper understanding of human unity.
It is also because of this understanding that the temple uses ancient treaties and reciprocal agreements on defense and supply to connect various human states to ensure that different groups with conflicting needs can coexist in harmony.
But harmony has never really existed. Oliver knows that many people here despise them and think they are unbelievers.
The Kaimon Church, the tool used to unite humans, has now become a hindrance to human progress. Oliver feels that the atmosphere surrounding them is subtle since the appearance of his mechs.
Perhaps in the eyes of some residents of the New California Republic, they are another invader?
Many people put their spiritual home above the physical home.
Originally according to plan, after they arrived, there would be a team of militiamen to clean up the battlefield, but now they are left to do this work, wasting huge amounts of fuel and energy, only because of certain political disputes.
"So why didn't they come here?"
Oliver muttered to himself.
"Because they are busy arguing with themselves."
He waved away his thoughts about the increasingly tense situation in the upper part of the temple, and continued to walk forward, turning the upper body of his vehicle from time to time, and swinging the detector back and forth.
Due to his huge weight, each step of his mech would step on the pebbles under his feet as powder.
He needs to check every way to the other direction, and regardless of whether it is a threat or not, if any wild green skin slips past him, the captain will definitely criticize him.
He felt the rock break apart under the feet of the war machine, and the perception analog device amplified his physical senses to the scale of mecha.
The heavy pace shook the ground, and the "sweeping team" at this time finally arrived at a group of exhausted militiamen.
Seeing Oliver's arrival, the militiamen immediately bowed to him respectfully.
Everyone was haggard, Oliver immediately forgiven their dullness, because everyone was very tired, Guk's mad words carried a heavy burden, pressing on everyone's shoulders, everyone held their breath and just waited Hurry up on the third day.
The rear has already developed a rotation plan. At dawn, the frontline troops will be removed and repaired. The rear assembled forces will replace them to monitor the large-scale offensive across the river. It has proved impossible.
Oliver also believes that this judgment, the tyrant after the words, will leave everyone's sight in a short time.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Oliver blinked when he felt a shock coming back from the detector. It was a brief impression that something was moving at the far boundary.
He focused his attention on the display panel corresponding to that area in the cockpit, and continuously zoomed in on the image, trying to find out what he found.
"Mechanical blood."
When the detector detected a big guy, a body far larger than the green skin, and was emitting electromagnetic energy like a spider, he could not help cursing himself.
In an extremely brief moment, it seemed as if there were countless other signals that accompanied the energy.
Everything is fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes as if it never existed.
The scene suddenly appeared and disappeared, and Oliver became unsure. He didn't know if he really saw anything.
Anyway, in this area, it is difficult to confirm anything. The heat and radiation leaked from the ground burned by the militia seriously affected the accuracy of the detector.
Within ten seconds, the spider-like flash appeared again. This time he was sure what he saw.
Something is over there, and it does not announce its identity on any friendly channel.
"Captain, I think I found something."
"Explain that `what~EbookFREE.me~ Oliver."
The communicator heard Dewar's voice.
"I'm not sure, but it is coming from the east."
"More green skin?"
Willuna asked, his mech was approaching Oliver.
Oliver bit his lower lip and waited for the sensor signal to be sent back again so that he could report more precise information.
However, the screen used to record the signal returned by the detector is always the same as the background radiation.
However, he can be sure that no matter what is there, it will not be simple wild green skin.
"Do not."
He said firmly:
"Something bigger."