The target was hit. Ophelia's spear skills were truly masterful. However, the battlefield was too complex. The three laser beams unexpectedly hit other Flame Warriors. This... As three mechas thumped to the ground, even she herself didn't expect it to be this easy.

As instructed by John's general offensive order, three Gun Riders from different directions simultaneously started firing on her. Boom, boom, boom... Buildings around collapsed continuously, and the original spot where Ophelia stood suddenly turned into ruins.

But who was Ophelia? An elite Red Cloak, why would she fear such a minor threat? She rolled on the ground a few times to easily escape the densely-firing area. Standing up while darting into a heavily surrounded area, her Silver Spear sweeping across the air sounded thunderous... Clang, clang, clang, three clear sounds echoed, and three Gun Riders fell instantly and didn't get up. Then she continued picking up four more Gun Riders with her spear. The Flame Warriors couldn't respond to her swift actions.

Six mechas were ready to counter-attack, but Ophelia was faster. She spun around and kicked into thin air. Before the Gun Riders had fully risen from the ground, she had already spun and advanced to her next target, taking only half a second to switch from one operation to the next. In the middle of the battlefield, Ophelia was like a war goddess. The Flame Warriors seemed so vulnerable under her impressively seamless chain of actions.

"Excellent!" Dovir exclaimed from his heart, "Ophelia has this match in the bag."

"Hehe, you can't just judge by the surface, I think Ophelia will have a tough fight."

"You're right, Roland."

What? Even Brother Hugo agreed. Hugo was the oldest among them and naturally had rich experience. Dovir immediately asked, "What's your reason? I just can't see her losing."

Hugo shook his head, "I can't explain, but I just feel something's not right."

"We thought so too." The Haier Brothers echoed in unison. Although it felt strange, they couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong. You could say that every super warrior's instinct on the battlefield was extraordinarily sharp.

Only Mu Tou stood by without speaking. Perhaps, he had already seen something.

Roland said, "Don't you all find it weird? The Flame Warriors are falling too quickly. Moreover, attacking one person relentlessly is not a super warrior's battle style."

"You mean that the enemy is pretending and Ophelia has fallen for their trap?"

Roland nodded, "After all, she is an elite Red Cloak. She might be lured into regaining her face by the provocation of ordinary soldiers—but if it were Revenge Shadow Rider who's invincible, I don't think he would have fallen for it." He deliberately glanced in the direction of the Zeus Shield, adding, "Moreover, this is the Flame Army of the Federation's great hero; it's not that simple."

Everyone looked around at each other, puzzled. Roland could be like this sometimes—his words were full of deep meanings, but they would leave people half-understanding.

From the looks of it, the Flame Army presently couldn't withstand Ophelia. On the contrary, their own team continued to suffer heavy casualties. However, Ophelia kept relentlessly pursuing and attacking their provocateur. In the blink of an eye, all the area shields were swept away by Ophelia. Now with no one left, it'd be interesting to see where the enemy was thinking of escaping to. Could he possibly outrun a laser?

With those thoughts in mind, Ophelia pulled out her laser while dodging the firepower from behind. After locking onto the target, she fired five continuous shots, zii, zii, zii, zii…

With a large gap in levels, the opponent wouldn't have time to predict any move. Yet this guy kept running while blocking as if he were a whore who had been stripped naked. All the while, he kept shouting contemptuously to come and chase him...

Although the opponent's mecha was smoking from several places and his Light Shield had reached its limit, he was still hopping around half-dead. He was truly the Flame's best jungler, which pissed off Ophelia to the extent that she gritted her teeth. She spat and cursed, "Huh, dare to face me directly?!"

The man didn't respond, but instead, he lifted his middle finger in Ophelia's direction, causing a downpour of disappointment from the stands… Damn, if anyone dared to treat the Goddess like this, they wouldn't live to see the sunrise tomorrow.

Ophelia chose to ignore, but it was also true that the handling of the Gun Rider model wasn't so great. She was also slowly getting used to it. The enemy's light shield was already red; it was only a matter of time when it'd explode. But just as Ophelia fired the fatal predictive shot, the opponent unexpectedly got tripped up by a collapsing building and narrowly escaped death. It was a combination of shit luck and good fortune.

Deciding to strike while the iron was hot, Ophelia dashed forward and drew her laser, getting ready to pay back with a headshot, zhi-pa-pa… The laser was fired, but not by Ophelia aiming at the opponent. Instead, an unidentified assailant fired a shot at her from her side.

Ophelia was startled, but thankfully it didn't hit her. She turned around to see that it was a nearly dead mecha from the pile of bodies. She ignored it, lifted her laser and prepared to pull the trigger again.

Zhi-pa-pa… Another laser came from an unknown location to cover the last attack. This laser was extremely timely. Its precision of timing, continuity of movement and speed of retrieving the gun could be described as reaching a pinnacle. Its suddenness was simply unpredictable and undefendable. However, from the spectator's point of view, it seemed a bit despicable.

How the hell are there still more? Ophelia didn't even have time to see who shot her before the mecha she was in began to smoke, 'Right wing propeller damaged, secondary gun damaged, engine on fire, power reduced by 30%, cooling system activated...'

The critical device's urgent alarm suddenly set off a sense of foreboding in her. Damn, she was in trouble! She had to destroy the person who ambushed her first. Carrying this thought, Ophelia became more alert. She increased her hand speed to 100 in an instant, searching for that mecha while simultaneously engaging in a firefight with the swarm of incoming attacks.

Ophelia's concentration was at its peak. As she dodged left and right, she also had to be alert for unanticipated sneak attacks. Amidst the hail of bullets that zigzagged like trails of meteor, she skillfully executed various flips and evasive maneuvers. She was undoubtedly a goddess in the military, being so composed even under these conditions.

But it was easier to dodge a bullet than an unseen arrow. Just when she thought the fight was about to end, someone shot her from behind and broke her arm.

Those bastards! There were dead soldiers in this direction too, ah, and there too! A moment later, Ophelia started to panic... You couldn't even tell which ones were truly dead and which ones were reviving in full health on the spot. As soon as she prepared to strike the dead soldiers, her legs were suddenly grasped by two of them.

Without hesitation, the Gun Rider instantly fell backward and forcefully spun to break free of the two using her waist's momentum. Both of them flew… She wouldn't give her opponents a second chance. She smoothly drew out her laser and pulled the trigger in her mouth. Two explosions echoed, leaving them truly dead this time.

But before Ophelia could catch her breath, she felt a jolt in the cockpit. Her body was wrapped up by yet another Gun Rider, lying on one side as if dead long ago, like an octopus. A series of question marks popped up in her mind. Why didn't they attack when they had control of her earlier?

"So you wanted to force your way in, huh? Come on, hehe, let's die together."

Self-destruction countdown: 5, 4, 3…

This…This was too damn despicable.

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