Chapter 1195: Chapter 701: Rampage, The Realm of Gods[(6000 words, seeking monthly ticket)] _3 Chapter 1195: Chapter 701: Rampage, The Realm of Gods[(6000 words, seeking monthly ticket)] _3 For the next five minutes, John’s ultra-micro robots could only guarantee basic information reception and transmission functions, and could no longer carry John Rowland’s consciousness.

In short, John’s Beetle had now become a large, standardized nanorobot.

Nico Ross’s five-man team had lost a member.

Under the heavy blow, Nico Ross seemed helpless to turn the situation around.

Dylan Mitchell’s aged face twisted with tension, and his eyes were already hot with anger. “It’s all over.”

In order to complete the Sage Project, humans had made so many preparations and had been investing in it since hundreds of years ago, consuming so much manpower and resources. But who could have thought that the Long March would come to such a dramatic end right before dawn?

Dylan couldn’t emotionally accept it, but reason told him it was futile.

Buzz!

After a brief adjustment, the centipede charged straight at Nico Ross as expected.

At that moment, Nico Ross was still waiting for the self-healing function inside his body to work to eliminate the structural damage, making his movements somewhat sluggish.

However, he still managed to use the other still intact wing to flap against the ground and dodge sideways, heading towards Edgar’s direction.

The centipede hit the ground head-on, stirring up countless golden dust, then turned around, its pincers aimed at Nico Ross and slightly opened, shooting a fog-like toxin.

The speed of the toxin chase was slightly faster than Nico’s horizontal flight, and it was closing in at a rapid pace.

“The captain can’t die!”

Just when the toxin was about to touch Nico’s armor, Edgar, who had always been at odds with him, suddenly appeared and shielded him from it.

The next instant, Edgar’s Beetle was struck.

The toxin invaded the Beetle’s body, causing continuous shock, which went straight to the core of his intelligent brain along the information pathway.

Edgar’s ultra-micro robots had to decisively cut off contact with the external Beetle module, and the five-man team lost another member.

Edgar was anxious, but no matter how many orders he issued, he got no response.

Through simple information exchange, he could “see” the situation outside but couldn’t do anything about it.

He found himself in the same situation as John Rowland.

The centipede did not finish off Edgar but chose to bypass him and continue to charge towards Nico Ross.

In the centipede’s judgment, Edgar had become temporarily harmless.

Facing the approaching centipede once more, Nico Ross’s Beetle tapped its Medium Engine at the tail end, emitting a stream of tiny particles and dodging diagonally backward.

This time, the one who came to block him was Mata Nicholson, who had been pressing in the rear.

The little robots knew that Nico Ross, who had already started the Absolute Link, couldn’t die. Helping him block might only buy a little more time but they would take every second they could get.

Another loss.

Bang!

Sophie Lee, whose equipment was still in good shape, finally caught up to the fight. Mimicking Nico’s previous actions, she hit the centipede’s third connecting section head-on. “Captain, get out of here!”

Despite her words, Sophie Lee didn’t really know where Nico could go or if he could escape.

After a few short seconds, as Nico’s Beetle had just started to recover, all his teammates had fallen.

Humans who were watching the battle from afar couldn’t bear to look anymore.

The fastest reinforcements were still one minute and twenty-six seconds away, but rescue was now pointless.

The last flicker of hope went out.

But just then, something extraordinary happened.

Nico Ross, who was trapped in a corner, stopped running and hid behind the mined ores, slightly arched his Beetle’s back and spread the just-repaired wings.

In front of him, the centipede was slithering and rushing towards him.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“How did these four little guys get up again?”

The scene took a dramatic turn, eliciting gasps from the onlookers.

At the same time, the Beetles of the other four, who were supposed to be immobilized, quickly sprang to action, lining up in an arrowhead formation, tail to head and charging from the rear.

With Edgar in the front, Mata and Sophie Lee as the left and right wings, and the last Beetle, John Rowland, brought out the grenade launcher again, aiming in this direction.

The four Beetles moved swiftly in formation, and as the front three flapped their wings to disperse and advance, their tiny limbs picked up fine dust from the ground and hurled it forward like pebbles. The surface of each pebble was covered in a layer of acidic energy expelled by the Beetles in sync.

The energy clusters intertwined into a dense firepower net behind the Centipede, sealing its movement space up and down.

Furthermore, since the fine dust itself contained a large amount of iron, once it got close to the centipede’s body, it would be attracted by its powerful magnetism and become tracking missiles, sticking to the centipede before blasting it again.

This whole set of operations looked routine, but the tactical thinking, the precise adjustments of each spraying position and force control, the Beetles’ route selection and energy distribution during fast forward movement, and many other details were nothing short of art.

What’s even more impressive was that these Beetles all had some structural damage, yet the fact that they could still perform such high-intensity actions without falling apart demonstrated a very advanced level of fine control skills!

“Could it be that these little guys were faking their injury?”

“No way, machines don’t lie.”

The analysis feedback clearly showed that all four of them had lost connection with their devices.

So there’s only one explanation.