262: Chapter 262 Super Mode, Mechs Increase Rapidly

The Blood River tightly entwined the mecha once again, and the mecha's outer shell emitted a piercing metallic groan.

Chen Wuwang was wrapped in the center of layers of Blood Cords, like a flying insect trapped to death in a spider web; a saw-like dull pain came from his ribs, and every breath felt like swallowing knives.

He didn't close his eyes, nor did he cry out in pain.

Instead, the corners of his mouth curled wider, blood seeping through his snow-white teeth; the three claw marks left by the Insect Race on his right cheek were slowly cracking open, blood dripping down his jaw and making a series of muffled thuds in the cockpit.

The red light of his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye surged, and the interface scrolled frantically—

Energy readings: 12.3%, 11.9%, 10.7%...

The shell's pressure resistance had reached its limit, two parts of the hydraulic System were broken, the left arm joint was locked, and the thruster coolant was leaking.

"Is it over?" He sneered in his heart. "I just paved the path of Technological Cultivation, and you want to push me into the dirt?"

Deep in his consciousness, the holographic interface of the [family rise system] floated quietly, and the three heavenly secret instructions had not yet been generated.

But he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

His thoughts, which were on the verge of collapse just a second ago, suddenly calmed down.

The events of Chapter 236 suddenly crashed into his mind—back then, the first-generation mecha "Dawn" had just come online, and it almost exploded during testing due to energy core overload.

He had stayed up all night going through the code and found a hidden protocol: when the main control chip received a specific frequency of reverse pulse, it would automatically switch to "Emergency Overclock Mode," at the cost of reducing the entire System's lifespan by seventy percent.

At that time, he had deleted this line of code, fearing someone would abuse it.

Now, he was going to stab this knife back into his own heart with his own hands.

His fingers tapped the control panel three times—not a standard command, but a shortcut key from Earth's programming era to wake up the underlying program.

The screen flashed, and a line of gray text popped up: "Illegal access detected, force start 'Super Mode'?"

Two options below: [No] [Yes]

He stared at those two words and suddenly let out a low laugh.

"Hahahahahaha—!"

The laughter boomed from the loudspeaker, penetrating the blood mist and causing the distant scorched earth to tremble.

The next second, his thumb pressed [Yes] hard.

Buzz—!

The entire mecha shook violently, and all the extinguished indicator lights instantly turned crimson; a brilliant white ion stream sprayed from the armor gaps, and the back thrusters ignited instantly without preheating!

"System overload protocol initiated," a mechanical female voice announced calmly. "Super Mode activated, duration: 3 minutes 17 seconds. Countdown begins."

"Enough," he gritted his teeth. "In just three minutes, I'll make you kneel and sing nursery rhymes!"

The spiritual energy in his body poured recklessly into the control circuits, forcibly resonating with the mecha's energy source.

The alloy skeleton let out an overburdened roar, sparks flew from the joints, but in the next instant—its power doubled!

"Rise!!"

He suddenly struggled outward with both arms!

Crack—Boom!!

The Blood Cords wrapped around his body snapped, the thickest one exploding into blood mist, its fragments crackling as they whipped through the air.

The mecha's left arm unlocked with a "click," the hydraulic rod popped out, and the entire arm regained movement!

Blood Butcher's pupils shrank, and his figure standing atop the Blood River swayed half an inch for the first time.

"What is that?!" he roared, his hands forming seals again. "Press him down!"

The Blood River writhed, and the remaining blood flow turned like pythons, pouncing once again.

But this time, Chen Wuwang was no longer there.

The drill of the "earth dragon" was still smoking, the clansmen were rushing to repair the shields, Bai Ling leaned against a rock by the rubble pile to catch her breath, and Chen Xiaodao's sword tip was still planted in the ground—

And in the center of the battlefield, that black mecha covered in scratches suddenly kicked off the ground!

Boom!!!

Spider-web-like cracks exploded on the ground, and the mecha turned into a black shadow, rushing straight for the Blood River!

The Blood Cords came to strangle him head-on, but he didn't dodge; he raised his right arm, the armor plating flipped, revealing the built-in micro Psionic Cannon muzzle.

"Taste this—'Bee Swarm Piercing'!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four high-explosive Psionic Shells were fired in rapid succession, accurately hitting the flow nodes of the Blood River.

The explosions didn't expand outward but compressed inward, forming a brief vacuum zone and tearing open a passage by force!

He rushed in!

Blood Butcher's expression changed: "You... you used a forbidden protocol?!"

"Forbidden?" Chen Wuwang sneered, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye locking onto the other's position. "Of all the code I've written, which line wasn't forged while stepping on landmines?"

Before he finished speaking, the mecha had already leaped into the air; the charging ring on its right fist rotated at high speed, psionic particles spiraling into a helical arc, and where the fist pointed, the air distorted!

"Blood Butcher!" His voice boomed across the field through the loudspeaker System. "Your doom has arrived!"

The fist struck out!

The wind from the punch tore through the air, carrying a 360-degree shockwave straight for Blood Butcher's face!

The remaining parts of the Blood River instinctively returned to defend, condensing into a ring-shaped shield in front of him.

Blood Butcher formed seals with both hands, a savage grin on his face: "With just this kind of flashy trick, you dare—"

Boom!!!

The fist force slammed into the blood shield, which fluctuated violently as countless cracks appeared on its surface; Blood Butcher's feet slipped, and he was actually shaken back half a step!

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The power of that punch was simply not something his current Realm could withstand!

"Impossible... this energy density... are you crazy?! Are you trying to burn out the entire mecha?!"

"Let it burn!" Chen Wuwang landed, his feet sinking three inches into the ground; without withdrawing his punch, he looked up and sneered, "My mecha is never afraid of being scrapped—it's only afraid that no one dares to ride it!"

The countdown was still ticking: 3 minutes 02 seconds... 3 minutes 01 second...

He didn't stop.

His left leg stepped back, the thrusters ignited for a second time, and he lunged forward again like a cannonball!

"You thought that by binding me, I really couldn't move?" he roared. "You were wrong! Your mistake was—not knowing what a programmer's obsession is!!"

The mecha's arms crossed, its armor fully deployed, and six micro-missiles were ejected from the shoulders, self-destructing in the air to form an electromagnetic pulse cloud!

The Blood River sensed the threat and instinctively contracted its defenses.

But this was exactly the opening he wanted!

"Locked onto you!"

The red light of his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye locked onto the core of the Blood River—that energy vortex condensed from essence blood.

"Super Mode Phase 3—Target lock complete," the System prompt sounded.

"Good!" he barked. "Now—explode for me!!"

The back thrusters output full power, the mecha flipped in the air, and his right leg gathered strength; the front of the alloy combat boot extended a triangular spike, carrying the force of ten thousand catties—

"I'll—kick right through it!!"

Boom!!!

A kick slammed into the weakest point of the Blood River shield!

The shield shattered, blood mist scattered, and Blood Butcher groaned as if hit by a heavy hammer; he was sent flying, crashing into a distant rock wall and coughing up a mouthful of black blood!

He looked up with difficulty, and for the first time... a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Chen Wuwang landed steadily, the mecha's arms spread wide, ion streams swirling around him like a god of war crawling out of Hell.

He stood in the center of the scorched earth, the red light of his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye still burning, that same manic smile still hanging on his lips.

The countdown continued: 2 minutes 48 seconds... 2 minutes 47 seconds...

He didn't pursue.

He just slowly raised his right hand, pointing at Blood Butcher, his voice cold as ice.

"You said this game was over?"

He paused, the mecha's core humming incessantly.

"Now—it's my turn."