Interstellar Tattered Queen

  Chapter 158 Lucky Goose-The Son of the Chosen

  Boom——

  The huge roar, accompanied by a dazzling, dazzling light, suddenly flashed on the battlefield, and bombarded the opponent straight-

  Whether it is Jiyou's opponent or the audience in the audience, they are all confused by this scene.

what happened?

  A particle cannon, does it have such power?

Do not!

Do not!

Do not!

  It is impossible.

Can--

  This is indeed a particle cannon from an antique mecha.

  Weird~

  In fact, Ji You is very nervous now. She is so nervous that her palms are sweating, and her whole heart seems to be pounding... constantly beating--

  Jiyou doesn't want to lose.

  Don’t want to be mocked and mocked countless times.

  She didn’t want to lose 1 point.

but--

  The conventional method has no hope of breaking the game.

Therefore, she opened her brain and compressed the remaining 6 particle cannons into one. It takes time and control of all the materials of the particle cannon. It’s a little bit uncomfortable, instead of compression, it turned into a self-destruction. .

Ji You did not make any fierce attacks on the battlefield. In fact, she had been observing the opponent and all the actions she made were only deliberately interfering with the opponent's judgment of herself. Repeated pursuits failed to catch up with the opponent, and it was also deliberate. Just numb the opponent.

  Have you heard the story of the wolf coming?

  For the first time, wait for it.

  The second time, be extremely vigilant.

  The third time, there was slack.

the fourth time--

the fifth time--

  ……

  The opponent will always relax his vigilance for a moment.

  And Jiyou, waiting for the other party to relax.

  Through short observations, Jiyou has predicted the opponent’s attack preference, as well as the frequency of dodge and run.

When the compressed huge particles bombarded the opponent, Ji You didn't stop at all. She once again drove the speed of the mecha to the maximum, and slammed straight towards the opponent-this ever-changing trick made the opponent a little big. Endless.

but--

ended.

  The so-called one force drop ten meeting, that's it.

  No matter how good your antique mecha is, where can you go?

  The crushing of strength makes you have nothing to say!

  He turned on the largest artillery fire, and the particle cannon fired at Jiyou suddenly bombarded the mecha.

  Bump and bump——

  The two particle cannons collided violently. At the same time, the antique mecha driven by Jiyou also ran into the opponent's mecha in an instant.

  The other side snorted coldly: "It's useless! Isn't it ridiculous that a praying man's arm is a car?"

  The protective cover of your own mecha, but it is comparable to the defense of heavy armor. An antique mecha wants to crash yourself?

  Dreaming!

  One.

  Two.

  Three pieces.

  ……

  Almost in an instant, countless guns were fired on the opposite side, strong artillery fire, sparks splashing, and the entire arena ignited——

  Jiyou's opponent already feels that he has the chance to win.

Ji You was driving the antique mecha. The moment she hit the opponent's mecha, and when the opponent fired the gun, she suddenly made an unexpected action for everyone-she actually disconnected from the mecha at this time. Connection.

  It was also at this moment, boom——

  The huge roar resounded throughout the arena.

  Boom——

  Boom——

  Boom——

  The scene was full of white flowers, and it was impossible to see the specific battle situation at all.

  Audience: "???"

so--

   Blew himself up again?

Can--

  Is the power of this antique mech exploding so great?

  ——The auditorium is lost.

  At the moment of the violent explosion, Ji You got out of the antique mech and put on a set of protective clothing for herself. At the moment of the moment, she rolled on the spot, and she almost ran at the fastest speed in her life——

  Blood surged, and the surrounding scenery quickly passed by.

  A flower in front of my eyes——

  Jiyou fell on her knees.

  Rumble rumbling——

  Smoke of gunpowder...

  System: [The game is over, number *********444444 wins! ]

Um?

Um?

Um?

  The audience at the scene all fell into a strange silence.

  What happened just now?

  Can anyone make it clear?

  The antique mech exploded, producing such a powerful force?

  Also-both mechas blew themselves up, but the sand sculpture didn't die?

not dead.

not dead.

not dead.

  ……

  How did she do it?

   Soon, on the big screen, there was the slow motion of the scene just now, and everyone did not say anything, staring at the screen carefully, for fear of missing every detail.

Then--

  The people who finished watching became even more silent.

  Half loudly.

  Audience A: "Good predictability."

  Audience B: "So fast running speed."

Audience C: "What a powerful field control, how did she manage to compress the particle cannon in such a short period of time? Isn't it possible at all? How powerful is this mental power? How precise is it to control This is simply harder than walking on countless knife points!"

  Audience D: "With this powerful on-site reaction and sensitive ability to change, she has used all available conditions, even the opponent’s artillery and energy have been used by her."

  Why is the explosive power so powerful? Strong enough to blow up the opponent's mecha and opponent directly?

Because not only did she compress 6 particle cannons, the power of this compressed particle cannon is not the same, and she also used the opponent’s strong artillery fire to ignite the energy system of her antique mecha. By the way, It also ignited the other party's energy system.

  ……

  All of this was completed in a very short time.

  In short, this is not something a sand sculpture can make.

  This is a master!

  Master!

Just... it's the master's preference, it's a little strange-you know that she is driving an antique mech. Even if it is a normal sand sculpture, she will not play with an antique mech in pursuit of novelty and excitement. This is extremely, incredible. The wonderful sand sculptures that I came up with.

  There are stunned expressions all around.

and also--

  The dull audience finally remembered something.

  Someone asked: “Speaking—what are the odds for this time?”

Someone immediately answered: "How much is the odds?" This odds is generally based on the pre-judgment given by the system based on the situation of both parties, and there will be no major deviations, but the audience are all here to join in the fun. Looking at the jokes, even if Jiyou's odds are high, few people are blind and can't think of betting on Jiyou.

  After all, points are not Chinese cabbage. Everyone can save it and it will never be wasted.

  Next, someone asked: "Who are you betting on?"

Then--

  Everyone is remorseful and beats their chests and feet!

   "Damn!"

"Stimulate!"

   "It's over!"

  "The odds are 1:88!"

   "Betting on the antique mecha 88 times!"

   "I—Damn!"

Stimulate!

  It is so exciting!

  The scene fell into a strange stagnation.

  Half loud——

  Someone asked: "Are there any lucky geese at the scene?"

   "Lucky goose squeaks."

   "Who sees you have a share."

   "Lucky boss! Take me to play, I have all the poses you like."

   "What kind of lucky goose is this, this is the son of the heavenly choice! This is the son of God!"

   "I have a lemon!"

  "Lucky Goose..."

  "Lucky Goose..."

  "Lucky Goose..."

  'Lucky Goose' was sitting idle in the auditorium. He still couldn't believe it. His eyes were dull, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and the emotions in his eyes were the special expressions of the second fool——

  88 times...

  88 times!

  88 times! ! !

  How much did you bet?

   Stud?

How much is   ?

  Xianting Hualuo didn’t even know how much he had bet. He felt that his brain was completely dead.

  　Good night everyone, the third watch has already been served.

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  (End of this chapter)