This chapter contains a song, originally the theme song of *Great Mazinger* performed by Ichiro Mizuki - *I am Great Mazinger*

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Buzzing, buzzing…

Beams flashed, following like shadows.

Darkness stirred, ambushes everywhere.

Lut concentrated all her attention and firepower on Twenty-Three.

Although Twenty-Three's speed was no less than Quaiduo's at his peak, she still found it difficult to parry this kind of ultra-high-speed, dense firepower. Before long, she was covered in wounds.

Blood stained her protective suit red, stained the decaying ground red.

Twenty-Three's face was even paler, and the light gradually faded from her eyes.

"If I wasn't worried about hurting my subordinates around you... I could destroy you with a single blow." Lut's face emerged from the metal snowflakes with a grim smile, "But this is fine too, because you are not qualified to die so easily."

Twenty-Three didn't respond, just silently standing in place, using every second she could to recover.

As one of the few special derivatives in the game, Twenty-Three's self-healing ability was also very strong, but not as strong as Lut, this kind of monster...

"I say... it looks like we're going to be done for here." On the other side of the battlefield, Vishnu controlled several bronze monsters to fight, while saying to Yama beside him, "I'm not quite sure what being killed in this script means... but, if something bad happens, I hope you know..."

"Is this the right time to say this?" Yama swung her long whip repeatedly, sweeping away several derivatives closest to her, her eyes under her bangs unwavering, "Don't forget the competition is being broadcast live..."

"Actually... it's quite appropriate..." Brahma even chimed in at this time.

"Yeah... since he opened his mouth, I also support him to make things clear," Shiva also said.

"Two days ago, that half of the sandwich you left over... I ate it..." Vishnu said with a straight face.

"Huh?" Yama was stunned when she heard this. Obviously, for a brief moment, she was misled by the other party's tone, which seemed like a confession.

"That day..." Vishnu continued, "I walked into the lounge and habitually opened the refrigerator; then I saw half a sandwich inside... I thought it was the one I left there at noon... and ate it without thinking." He paused, "I really didn't know you were dividing a sandwich into two meals to lose weight... you don't look like someone who needs to lose weight... later, when you couldn't find dinner and were going crazy, I really didn't dare to stand up and admit it... I'm sorry..."

Speaking of this, he turned his face solemnly: "In short... the stalker in the studio is something you've been overthinking, it's just that I accidentally ate it and... ah!"

A long whip wrapped around Vishnu's neck...

"You! Talk! Too! Much!" Yama roared hoarsely, and at the same time, she quickly rotated her wrist, vigorously swinging her long whip, spinning her teammates around like a meteor hammer.

This wild and unparalleled dance actually forced the surrounding derivatives back, unable to advance an inch.

"Hoo... the data strength of these guys is really elusive..." Even Chi Tie sighed in admiration, "Indeed, we can't underestimate them..."

Just then, suddenly, a loud, undulating buzzing sound rose from the western end of the battlefield.

The sound approached rapidly, coming from far away.

The derivatives on the periphery turned their heads to look, and saw... a strangely shaped fire truck wrapped in yellowish-brown strange substances was speeding towards this place.

On the side of the car, there was also a person clinging to it (there were brackets for people to climb on the outside of the fire truck). Judging from the code, this person was undoubtedly also a derivative.

"Officer! Sorry I'm late!" Leng Feng shouted loudly to Twenty-Three, his condition looked okay, it seemed that the battle with Tville hadn't hurt him too much.

"Get out of the car, it's about to start," Little Tan reminded from the driver's seat at this time.

Leng Feng nodded to him when he heard the words, and then jumped to the side, leaving the body of *Gold Maggot One*.

"Enter combat mode." Little Tan opened a glass box near the steering wheel and pressed a button with a skull mark on it.

"Hmph... I've been waiting impatiently." Matcha Su continued. At this moment, the gunner seat she was sitting on shifted and rose slowly, and many brand-new operating panels floated around her, and a virtual projection screen appeared directly in front of her.

"That is... what..." Seeing the strange object driving towards them, even Lut showed a puzzled expression. Obviously, in the future she had calculated, this fire truck did not appear.

But this is also normal, because what Musashi Koganei can create... is completely a random value. This is related to the timing of Feng Bujue summoning him, the materials nearby, and the mood and perverted thoughts of the two at that time... it is unpredictable.

Chichi Pingping—

Just as everyone was still stunned, a series of mechanical rhythms sounded, and the fire truck... actually began to transform.

[dash_dash_dan_dan_da_dan

dash_dash_dan_dan_da_dan

dash_dash_dan_dan_da_dan]

At the moment when the transformation function was activated, music began to play from the siren on the top of the fire truck...

This was a song with a strong sense of rhythm. It sounded like a related song from some robot animation, but the lyrics seemed to have been changed.

[scramble_dash!

I don't cry_da_da_da

Because I'm a robot, a machine_da_da_da

But I understand, that burning friendship, fight evil with you.

Hissatsu (sure kill) lightning attack!

Knock down all the evil guys.

gold_typhoon—calling the storm.

I am gold——gold! maggot_one!]

Along with the music... the transformation was also proceeding in an orderly manner, and it was full of momentum. Many parts were changing almost in rhythm...

[dash_dash_dan_dan_da_dan

dash_dash_dan_dan_da_dan

dash_dash_dan_dan_da_dan

scramble_dash!

I don't talk_da_da_da

Because I'm a robot, a machine_da_da_da

But I understand, that heart of justice, defeat evil and guard peace.

Hissatsu (sure kill) atomic flying punch!

Knock out all the enemies that emerge.

nable_missile—calling the flames.

I am gold——gold! maggot_one!]

When the song was over, the transformation was also completed synchronously.

However, a large combat robot with a tall and strong figure and an earth-yellow tone, with its hands on its hips, stood proudly at the other end of the street.

At this moment, in the various broadcast areas watching the game, there was silence...

The players and derivatives on the battlefield were all stunned.

Lut looked blank. She didn't even know... why she had watched this transformation scene, which lasted about two minutes and twenty seconds, completely...

"It's so embarrassing..." Matcha Su's driving position had now moved to the robot's chest, "From now on, I will never go out of this robot... I will die here." Her cheeks were burning hot, and she felt deeply ashamed of the fact that she was driving this robot.

"Ah~ I don't care..." Little Tan's driving position was moved to the robot's crotch...

"Well..." At this time, Lut said a little belatedly, "Can someone go and deal with that pile of ridiculous scrap metal?" She described it this way for a reason, after all, from a data level, the data stream of *Gold Maggot One* was very dim.

However, in the current situation... Lut was indeed careless. Because from the perspective of the derivatives, mechanical creations or similar creations (such as summoned creatures) cannot be accurately analyzed. Simply put: the code types are different. It's like having an iPad, no matter how many new functions you have, can you handle a 3.5-inch floppy disk? Can you plug in an 8-bit game cartridge and play Contra? Can it be used as an electronic scale?

So, advanced does not mean omnipotent.

"How dare you say that *Gold Maggot One* is scrap metal!" Little Tan was immediately unhappy, and shouted through the loudspeaker, "You are Lut, right! I warn you! *Gold Maggot One* is very strong! Although I can only control the movement of my legs with two joysticks, but..."

"Shut up! The more you say, the more embarrassing it gets!" Matcha Su roared and interrupted Little Tan.

While the two were talking, eight level-three derivatives had quickly rushed to the robot's wings.

Since Lut had given the order, these subordinates naturally obeyed. They all made their moves, and their energy blades roared. Suddenly, a chaotic energy storm swept towards *Gold Maggot One* at high speed.

"Hmph... too naive!" Matcha Su spread her arms and placed her hands on the console.

She came from playing real-time strategy games, and her hand speed had undergone professional training. What seemed like a very complicated operation to ordinary people was only a warm-up exercise for her.

Matcha Su's ten fingers danced like butterflies, her eyes seemed to have electricity flowing through them, and she muttered in her mouth: "Energy normal, defense system activated, no abnormalities in movement balance, weapons ready..."

Of course... what she said had little to do with Little Tan. Little Tan was responsible for the "propulsion system". To put it nicely, it was the propulsion system, to put it bluntly... just like when he drove the Pufferfish Fighter One, he was just a coolie pulling the lever and walking...

Jiujiujiujiu——

In an instant, feces-colored solid bullets scattered out with comical sound effects, easily breaking up all the attacks of the derivatives, and a large amount of strong energy immediately dissipated.

"Are the pilots of the Federation all monsters?" Vishnu, who had just been released from the whip, looked at the battlefield in the distance and couldn't help but complain.

Didi Didi——

"Hmm?" On the tactical analysis interface in front of Lut, some new things appeared at this moment, "Danger level... High?"