“Is the tree its body?”
On the way, Jin Ke couldn’t help but fall into contemplation after listening to Wei San’s words. So after the tree mutated, it used its roots to imitate the vines winding around its body.
You haven’t seen those roots twisted into a cocoon,” Liao Runing thought of the previous scene, only feeling a surge in his stomach.” I suspect that tree is conscious and will imitate everything seen around it.”
Jin Ke: “It’s normal for giant mutant plants to be conscious, you’ve worked hard.”
“At that time, in a crisis situation, I made a quick decision, overcome psychological barriers, and desperately cut off those roots to prevent the tree cocoons from forming.” Liao Runing began to blow empty air again. “The Three Ring Knife couldn’t work on mutated trees. I could only grit my teeth and cut down with one blade by blade, striving to break through myself.”
Huo Xuanshan: “So in the end, you knocked down the tree?”
Liao Runing froze and immediately looked calm, “Of course not. I’m responsible for the mutant roots outside. Wei San jumped into the tree cocoon and I don’t know what happened inside. The mutant tree was broken, and the cocoon and those mutant vines all quietened.”
Everyone turned their gaze to Wei San.
Wei San: “……what are you looking at me for?”
She just lost her spirits and didn’t hear what Liao Runing was saying at all.
“How did you deal with mutated trees inside the cocoon?” Jin Ke asked.
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“I sawed it off directly.” Wei San said roughly.
The word ‘sawing’ must be formed under certain conditions, and Wei San uses a knife, which should be said to be ‘cutting’.
Obviously, Liao Runing, Jin Ke, and Huo Xuanshan did not understand the specific operation of Wei San.
“She has an electric saw on her mecha arm.” Ying Chenghe explained from the side, adding it on his own initiative.
Wei San has no specific tactics to speak of, and has just been notified to ‘take up employment’ and become the main mecha soldier as a 3S. Ying Chenghe thinks that relying solely on a knife is not enough, and needs to make the mecha as suitable for Wei San’s gameplay as possible.
Hence he took inspiration from the A-level mecha weapons before Wei San and designed a chainsaw on Zhu Jiang’s arm. If she was stuck in a melee with an opponent, Wei San could let the chainsaw come out of the mecha arm and attack the opponent.
After listening to Ying Chenghe’s explanation, Jin Ke and the others didn’t have any special ideas. Instead, the audience in the live broadcast unified an idea: It was still Damocles who was most roguish.
The higher the level of the mecha, the simpler the weapon, especially the 3S mecha, which basically only has one weapon. Soldiers at this level pursue the ultimate purity.
For many years, the Federation has not seen such a situation where 3S mecha accumulates weapons. With more weapons, soldiers’ attention will be distracted, unable to master a certain type of weapon, and their level will actually decrease.
“Is the tree its body?”
On the way, Jin Ke couldn’t help but fall into contemplation after listening to Wei San’s words. So after the tree mutated, it used its roots to imitate the vines winding around its body.
You haven’t seen those roots twisted into a cocoon,” Liao Runing thought of the previous scene, only feeling a surge in his stomach.” I suspect that tree is conscious and will imitate everything seen around it.”
Jin Ke: “It’s normal for giant mutant plants to be conscious, you’ve worked hard.”
“At that time, in a crisis situation, I made a quick decision, overcome psychological barriers, and desperately cut off those roots to prevent the tree cocoons from forming.” Liao Runing began to blow empty air again. “The Three Ring Knife couldn’t work on mutated trees. I could only grit my teeth and cut down with one blade by blade, striving to break through myself.”
Huo Xuanshan: “So in the end, you knocked down the tree?”
Liao Runing froze and immediately looked calm, “Of course not. I’m responsible for the mutant roots outside. Wei San jumped into the tree cocoon and I don’t know what happened inside. The mutant tree was broken, and the cocoon and those mutant vines all quietened.”
Everyone turned their gaze to Wei San.
Wei San: “……what are you looking at me for?”
She just lost her spirits and didn’t hear what Liao Runing was saying at all.
“How did you deal with mutated trees inside the cocoon?” Jin Ke asked.
Original translation is from bobateatranslation dot com. If you’re reading this elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.
“I sawed it off directly.” Wei San said roughly.
The word ‘sawing’ must be formed under certain conditions, and Wei San uses a knife, which should be said to be ‘cutting’.
Obviously, Liao Runing, Jin Ke, and Huo Xuanshan did not understand the specific operation of Wei San.
“She has an electric saw on her mecha arm.” Ying Chenghe explained from the side, adding it on his own initiative.
Wei San has no specific tactics to speak of, and has just been notified to ‘take up employment’ and become the main mecha soldier as a 3S. Ying Chenghe thinks that relying solely on a knife is not enough, and needs to make the mecha as suitable for Wei San’s gameplay as possible.
Hence he took inspiration from the A-level mecha weapons before Wei San and designed a chainsaw on Zhu Jiang’s arm. If she was stuck in a melee with an opponent, Wei San could let the chainsaw come out of the mecha arm and attack the opponent.
After listening to Ying Chenghe’s explanation, Jin Ke and the others didn’t have any special ideas. Instead, the audience in the live broadcast unified an idea: It was still Damocles who was most roguish.
The higher the level of the mecha, the simpler the weapon, especially the 3S mecha, which basically only has one weapon. Soldiers at this level pursue the ultimate purity.
For many years, the Federation has not seen such a situation where 3S mecha accumulates weapons. With more weapons, soldiers’ attention will be distracted, unable to master a certain type of weapon, and their level will actually decrease.
