King of Black Mist

As soon as the countdown ended, the storm chaser, which looked like a racing car, suddenly jumped forward, like a lightning-like surprise attack.

But the game started with Sylvia's motorcycle charging.

With a black body and a green energy tank light belt, it almost stood out from the crowd at the beginning, keeping distance from the main force.

"Okay, dear viewers, this year's outdoor unregulated mecha racing competition has officially begun!"

"This track starts from the 'Razzak Mountain' on the border of the empire to the 'Rank Lake' on the outskirts of the imperial capital. It is the world-famous 'March to the Imperial Capital' track!"

"Yes, players from all over the world have set off now."

"We can see that Sylvia, the triple crown queen, adopted the 'escape' method, trying to stay at the front of the team from the beginning and lead all the way to the end."

"This is the right choice. Sylvia's racing philosophy is that 'there is no need for anything that adds weight to the track.' She will not bring men or props to the track. In the no-rules competition, other machines The armor is equipped with terrifying props, and once the speedster and motorcycle type get caught in a fight, the situation will definitely be overwhelming and bad for her!"

"Yes, but on the contrary, Aznavour used 'bad' this time. He is in the middle group and is exerting its terrifying combat power, killing opponents one by one! A mecha was flattened! The rescue team ,Rescue Team!"

The commentary voices of the two hosts came from the radio broadcast carried by the mecha.

"'Escape'? 'Escape'?" Li Changzhou asked doubtfully, "Then what do we think?"

"Go first." Beatrice controlled the Storm Chaser, and together with the other mechas, they locked onto Sylvia who was running at the front and belonged to the second echelon.

It was said that it was biting hard, but in fact, with the naked eye, only a small green dot could be seen, as faint as a firefly.

Everyone has different concerns when listening to the radio. Just like some people play "Honor of Kings", some people really play the game, and some people enjoy playing games with others.

What Yang Qinglan heard was different from Li Changzhou.

"Is Aznavour's attack on other contestants now a way to prepare for his attack on us later? Disguised as an indiscriminate attack?" she said to herself.

"He is {Ruan Mie}'s younger brother. He is a threat and an opportunity. We can catch him and use him to threaten {Ruan Mie}." Li Changzhou said.

"Will a woman who can defeat all men and pilot an imperial mecha be threatened?" Yaochi clasped her hands behind her head, looking as if she was enjoying a starry bath.

The empire won't really hurt Beatrice, so she doesn't have to be careful anymore.

For her, as long as Beatrice entered the imperial capital, the matter would be over.

It's a pity that I got the information a little late, otherwise I wouldn't have worked so hard before, and I would have lost my grace and squeezed into the cockpit like a cotton swab.

The more she thought about it, the more relaxed she felt. She took out a beer-like drink from the small refrigerator that came with the mecha and drank it.

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou. The main tasks of the three of them had obvious criteria for failure and completion, but Li Changzhou's [Destroy {Judgment}, {Red Lotus}, {Burning}], even if he wanted to give up, How to give up?

Is it really like what was said in the mission, unless Li Changzhou himself dies?

Li Changzhou was also thinking about this issue.

If he cannot complete the main mission, he cannot return and can only stay in this world until one day, his strength exceeds that of the Imperial mecha and he destroys three mechas by force.

Or, climb to the top of the empire in terms of power, and use your status to destroy three mechas.

Although he could use the time difference to practice, gain experience, and increase his strength in this world, Li Changzhou was not willing to stay in one world for too long, especially if Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia were not around yet.

If you don't want to, then you don't want to. If there is really no other way, this is the only way.

"Have you finished reading "The Picture of the God of Fire"?" he asked Yaochi.

"Are you starting to prepare for seclusion?" Yaochi threw the "Fire God Picture" to him. This was not suitable for her.

"Just in case." Li Changzhou replied.

Noticing Yang Qinglan's worried expression next to him, he smiled and said, "The time for you to have a cocktail on the boat will be over with me, and you will become super strong by then."

Yang Qinglan looked at Beja Tris who was concentrating on driving and thought:

"If we kidnap her and neither let her die nor enter the imperial capital, we should be able to delay time. The four of us can join forces and use the time difference to practice together, speed up the destruction of the imperial mecha, and continuously trigger branch lines. Mission—how about this plan?”

"I think you are carried away by love!" Yaochi refuted unceremoniously.

She crossed her feet, put her left arm on the backrest, took a sip of wine with her right hand, and said:

"In a head-on battle, the imperial mecha shows mercy; if you pick anyone at random, you will be an undercover agent; if you want to go to the imperial capital, you will participate in a racing competition specially prepared for us. Once the king of the principality dies, we will have no value. Why do you think you are so important?" Resist the ruthless empire?"

"Are you scared?"

"Don't use provoking methods on me." Yaochi sneered contemptuously like a concubine in the palace, "I only care about the benefits I can get."

She turned to Li Changzhou and said, "For example, you give Ah Zhou to me."

"Is this allowable?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Just give up."

"If I give up on him, why am I delaying?"

"Sacrifice for love."

"At the end of "On the Passions of the Soul," Descartes wrote, "When passion comes, first be calm." "

"What Descartes are you talking about to me about falling in love?"

"Not only when you're in love, you'd better think about Descartes when you drink."

"If you like philosophy so much, why don't you stay with philosophy?"

"You are a beloved concubine. Why don't you find an emperor to marry and live in the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard?"

In short, intense.

It’s intense inside the cockpit and it’s intense outside the cockpit.

"Into the sand!"

"Sylvia's speedster motorcycle immediately expanded into its second form. The wheels became wider, and the speed did not decrease even in the sand!"

"Sure enough! The Desert Ship has begun to accelerate! It is equipped with the Star Kingdom's {Sandstorm} series power furnace, which can convert the energy of the sand into power. You can see that the speed increases very quickly!"

"We are almost catching up with the second echelon!"

"The second echelon is very competitive. Tyrant, Chasing Wind, Rocket, and Chasing Light are all top-notch racing mechas!"

"Catching up! The Desert Boat has easily caught up with the second echelon, and is worthy of being the King of the Desert!"

"It's still speeding up, still speeding up!"

"Booth Sand is the only sand on the entire track. This is also its only chance. Can you seize it?!"

"Its target is Sylvia!"

"Its target is Sylvia!"

"Ah! What a pity!"

"The second-placed Tyrant β suddenly ejected, smashing the rear of the desert boat with unparalleled brutality."

"Not good! Storm Chaser took the opportunity to exert his power, and with a perfect explosion and extreme cornering, he passed Tyrant β and came to second place!"

"But the explosion caused the power furnace to overheat for a short time, and then for a while. What? The Storm Chaser didn't slow down! It held on!"

"It's been modified! It's been modified! Oh my god, it's actually equipped with three power furnaces! Referee, this is a weapon, this is an explosive. How can such a racing mecha be allowed to go on the track!"

"The rocket has also begun to accelerate! I want to take the opportunity to distance myself from this unreasonable mecha while the tyrant is dealing with the Desert Ship!"

"But there are explosives ahead. Are you sure you want to go, Rocket?!"

"The flames on the rocket's legs start to accumulate energy. It's going! It says it's going! It's speeding up!"

At this time, suddenly a white mecha rushed forward, pulling a line of white light.

"It's chasing the light!"

"It surpasses rockets! It's on par with Tyrant! It's still accelerating! It's still accelerating! The light power furnace is the best in the world!"

"No, the storm chaser suddenly swung its tail and got in front of the chasing light, blocking the chasing light! Damn chasing the wind! Damn modified car! I ****, I ****, the light power furnace is **** *First!"

"The tyrant seized the opportunity and crashed into it! Ah, Chasing Light flew off the runway!"

"I******"

"I hope Chasing Light will have a chance to return to the track. Okay, after a brief fierce confrontation, the other mechas no longer dare to overtake rashly. Storm Chaser and Tyrant have reached an invisible tacit understanding."

The extreme racing made Li Qianxia's adrenaline rush.

Beatrice followed the car, swung her tail, seized the opportunity, and took the opportunity to advance to second place, which made her stand up with excitement.

"That's awesome, Beja!"

Beatrice was also very excited. She had never been so bold and free as now.

Things that I thought were impossible in the past can be easily accomplished as long as life and death are put aside.

"But who of these two mechas can survive to the end? Does the Tyrant dare to hit the Storm Chaser equipped with three power furnaces? Does the Storm Chaser dare to let the Tyrant hit it?"

"Dear viewers, this unruled competition may result in loss of life!"

After listening to the host's words, Li Qianxia, ​​who was very happy, quickly asked: "Beya, will something happen? Why don't we let the tyrant pass first, we should follow the car, and overtake it at the end!"

"Then there's no chance of taking first place!" Beja Tris' eyes fixed on the only green light in front of her.

When the green light was blurry, it was so close that it seemed to touch her; when it was clear, it was so far away that it seemed to disappear.

"If, if I can surpass her"

After breaking out of the sand, there is a winding drive between mountains. After the winding drive, there is a bridge track over a large river.

It was already midnight, and unlike the night in Pella town, there was no moon today and the sky was full of stars.

The silent twinkling stars filled the dark night sky, like silent wind chimes.

The storm chaser was tossed around, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling heavily, fighting fiercely on the track.

Li Qianxia was sometimes excited, sometimes exclaimed, and sometimes shouted anxiously.

Radio broadcast, Aznavour's SUV, in the mouths of the two commentators, killing everyone.

When the sky is bright.

The off-road vehicles separated from the mecha group and chased after them like arrows.

"We're catching up. After a night of fierce competition, Aznavour started to exert his strength and caught up with the second echelon!"

"The light chaser was overtaken, and the rocket took the initiative to avoid it. No one dared to stop the fastest man in the empire - A.Z.N.Wur~!"

"The Storm Chaser is in danger. The tyrant who tried many times in a night but always failed, Aznavour, who fought his way out, is eyeing it at the same time!"

"Are you going to die together and not give in? Or are you slowing down and giving way? Storm Chaser, tell us your answer!"

This time it’s the Imperial Ranch Raceway.

The straight road leads straight to the sky, and on both sides are the vast and rustic pastoral scenery of the imperial capital.

Beatrice had seen a documentary about the Imperial Ranch Speedway and remembered a promotional slogan in it.

{In the vast fields, there is a straight road that goes all the way to the horizon, all the way to the east, all the way to the east, the pilot and the mecha will reach the end of the world and the end of the sea that belong to them. }

call!

call!

One to the left and one to the right, with two howling winds, Tyrant and Aznavour pressed forward at the same time, with the three mechas running abreast.

This is the last chance. Only the winner is qualified to compete with Sylvia for the championship.

The rising sun dyed the sea of ​​clouds into pink and gold. Four or five straight rays of light shot out from the sea of ​​clouds. It seemed that the end of the world was right here.

Another early morning.

Beatrice thought of the mecha that was kneeling and dying.

Would you rather die than surrender?

But it would rather die than surrender and fight to the last moment for protection.

If I would rather die than give in, it would be just a person's willfulness. It would only kill Xia, Zhou, Lan, and Yao who had been protecting me. I would be sorry for the soldiers who sacrificed along the way.

As a princess of a principality, the only thing she can do is to use her only body to stand between the home she loves and the war.

Beatrice slowly released the pedal, and the three roaring power furnaces began to reduce their power.

"Slow down, Storm Chaser, slow down!"

"Open the hatch."

Beatrice was startled and stopped raising her feet.

Li Changzhou stood up behind her.

"Don't be afraid," he put his hand on the driver's seat, "you just need to move forward and leave the rest to us."