Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 643 - 642: Breaking Through the Encirclement

The tactical walker let out a furious roar, and the ear-piercing noise from the speakers seemed capable of waking the dead. Energy leaked from the damaged power core, sparking beneath its broken shell. The pilot inside appeared to be trying to activate the machine gun and missile launcher of the weapon station, but that blow Snake Princess gave it not too long ago evidently destroyed all of its weapon systems—realizing this, Old Qiao's cursing grew even more hysterical.

But the Thunderbolt Titans didn't care about any of that.

The giant grabbed the main body of the walker with one hand and a can-opener with the other, prying its lid open with a click.

In fact, under normal circumstances, opening this thing wasn't so easy—even the Thunderbolt Titans would have to put in some effort. After all, this thing had both shields and charging armor, with an upper-level combat platform armed like a porcupine, essentially a super tough shell that bites back. But what can you say...

Kindergarten animals are dreadful; they started off by emptying this thing's shield, followed by a barrage of explosions. Its ability to remain structurally mostly intact is already an incredible testament to Black Dot military manufacturing quality.

Thunderbolt Titans held the walker in his hand, shaking it around. Clattering sounds came from inside, then the giant squinted into it and turned the "iron can" upside down for a vigorous shake, finally shaking out the "filling" inside.

A tall figure, shining with metallic sheen and resembling a robot, fell out.

The scarlet blood fog pervading the streets seemed to smell prey and surged in excitement, drilling into the steel physique from all directions.

At the same time, in a nearby large building, another Titan Giant was hiding in the darkness, a short-haired girl in the blue and white school uniform of Boundary City Second Middle School stood on the giant's shoulder, looking at the situation outside and suddenly frowned.

"Something's not right..." Snow White suddenly murmured, "The thing that fell out from that 'walker' is still a metal guy... Sister Luo, this seems to be an 'avatar' as well."

"As expected... I knew it! That coward wouldn't dare to expose his true body even at this point," an annoyed voice came through the headset worn by Snow White, but it soon calmed down, "But that's okay, this is within my expectations... I know very well how he'd react in such situations. Snow White, listen to me..."

Snow White listened attentively, nodded gently, and while issuing orders to the Thunderbolt Titans outside, she glanced with furrowed brows at the distant abandoned streets shrouded in darkness. The atmosphere, almost like "poison gas," made her frown despite her superhuman physique, feeling uncomfortable lingering there.

The Mermaid is truly impressive, even singing in such atmospheric conditions without coughing...

"Bang!"

Old Qiao fell heavily to the ground again, his once proud steel body was as weak as a child facing a mythical creature. The Triple Light Cannon and Small Needle-shaped Missile hidden within his arms couldn't even pierce the thick armor of the giant—and the giant only needed to casually swing his arm to send him flying dozens of meters.

Anger and fear grew simultaneously in his heart.

The surrounding blood fog further amplified those unstable shadows within his rational mind.

Damned bastard, damned monster, damned trap!

The "giant" is definitely not invincible, Old Qiao was certain of it—if only he had some heavy firepower now, even just a heavy fighter within the atmosphere, his armed forces under control had countless ways to deal with the monster before him—but today, he fell for that brat Luo's trick!

The hastily assembled clone soldiers were powerless against these surreal creatures, and the heaviest combat unit that could be delivered through the Giant Wall District was nothing more than a tactical walker, with the harsh electromagnetic environment at the wall's base and countless local gang's layer upon layer of black barrier interference blocking orbital communication—originally a dark hunting ground constructed to pursue prey, now turned into his own ultimate predicament.

Old Qiao scrambled to his feet, joints emitting ominous noises under overload, struggling to decide whether to sacrifice part of his rationality and memory to sever the connection of the current body while raising his hand to aim once more at the Titan Giant striding toward him.

A disconcerting click sounded from the arm's missile bay—the micro-missiles were exhausted.

The Titan's hand began to conjure dazzling lightning.

Yet at that moment, a gradually sharpening buzzing sound suddenly broke the "night" over the abandoned district, and a few lights quickly illuminated from deep within the thick dust, accelerating towards this position.

A relieved smile appeared on Old Qiao's steel face.

The first silhouette in the darkness revealed an outline—it was a heavy unmanned aerial vehicle with Black Dot Group's style, its somber shell flickered with dark red lights, "Hyena" missiles descended from the hanging bay, targeting the Titan Giant's head.

Initially planned to support the district center, the pressing task now was to aid their Commander.

Thunderbolt Titan's response seemed to be somewhat sluggish, only just looking up when the drone's screech echoed in the air, only to witness the missile's propulsion flame suddenly illuminating the sky.

A "Hyena" missile descended from the heavens, the Titan instinctively raised his hand to block, the missile struck the armor on his arm, soon followed by two more missiles attacking from other directions, accompanied by the roar of machine gun fire.

The four drones pierced through the black mist, one of them firing all its missiles at once before activating its self-detonation mode, directly crashing into the head of the Thunderbolt Titan.

The deafening explosion echoed through the streets, with a massive fireball and smoke enveloping the sky.

The Titan Giant seemed to let out a roar of pain and anger, and then its body began to flicker and shake like an unstable holographic projection, on the verge of disappearing from the real dimension. Taking advantage of this moment, a heavy drone skimmed swiftly over the ground—under the cover of fire and fog, Old Qiao leaped, grabbing onto the drone's mount with his mechanical hand, and was carried into the sky.

The remaining two drones fired another round of bombardment towards the Thunderbolt Titan, then covered Old Qiao as they rapidly climbed to the upper layers of the Giant Wall District.

The epic and mournful song of the mermaid still echoed through the darkened streets; as the lights of the three drones faded into the black mist, the song reached a high note.

The Titan, surrounded by lightning and electric light, swayed on the spot a few times before its flickering phantom finally stabilized. The giant raised its head to gaze at the sky, with several horrific wounds splitting open on its forehead, from which a searing light flowed like blood, sizzling as it hit the ground.

Yet it seemed to feel nothing.

Another Titan Giant emerged from the darkness, extending its arm towards its injured companion—Snow White walked along the giant's arm to the injured Titan's shoulder, gently caressing the scorching light that flowed down.

"No pain, no pain, the pain flies away..."

Just like in the nightmare when she was six years old, when she was first carried out of the queen's castle by the giants.

...

Escape?

Yes, escaped.

A victorious escape.

No longer were the sounds of cannon fire and thunder in his ears, nor the maniacal laughter of frenzied arsonists and the insane cries of the demons—the bizarre bloody mist had been left in the depths of darkness, everything that happened in that abandoned district felt like a nightmare rapidly dissipating—absurd, frantic, but no longer able to interfere with the real dimension.

The heavy drone was rapidly ascending, the lights from the escort drones flickered through the mist, and the sense of solace grew more real with the rising altitude.

The mist thinned, sunlight appeared all around, and the outlines of the Giant Wall District became visible in the distance—those mottled rust bands and ancient leaking pipeline systems symbolized civilization and order, it was great to see them again.

Old Qiao felt something pounding in his chest, the joy of survival making him want to take a deep breath and laugh out loud—unfortunately, this body had no lungs, and he hadn't truly experienced what a deep breath felt like in a long time.

About ten minutes later, he returned to a hidden hiding place at the edge of the upper district—here, far from any potential observers, including the ubiquitous eyes and ears of the conglomerate.

What happened at the base of the Giant Wall was more than just an "internal competition," it was a failure that could cause the conglomerate to question its capabilities, and in the Black Dot Group, the most dangerous thing is "losing value"—the board can accept any form of internal competition and various extreme projects, even tolerating a significant level of project loss of control, but what they can't accept are low-value employees occupying positions that don't match their performance. Employees whose benefits can't cover costs must be eliminated, and a "Special Commissioner" who nearly got himself involved in resolving a stray dog... evidently, his abilities were no longer fit for his position.

Countless competitors were waiting for him to make a mistake; what happened at the base of the Iron Nest must not reach the top... at least, not until he's fully prepared to let the news out.

A modestly designed civilian shuttle was already waiting at the platform of the hiding place, and the entire system had been activated since he crossed the midpoint of the Giant Wall; he could leave the planet at any moment.

Old Qiao laboriously dragged his damaged shell into the cockpit of the shuttle.

This body must be repaired as soon as possible... he needed to restore every ounce of power before those vulture-like "colleagues" detected his failure and weakness.

The Steel Giant was thinking while preparing for the shuttle's departure procedure. His escort ship was already prepared within the Shielded Zone of an illegal spaceport; once he reached orbit, he could board the ship and then jump away from here directly.

Fortunately, that bitch Luo was dead, so his failure wouldn't be considered complete. As long as he prepared adequately upon returning, the whole event would have enough leeway on the report...

Old Qiao's hand was on the control stick.

Wait...

Is Luo really dead?