Scorching, pain, chaotic signal noise, malfunction signals roaring in the logic chip, and the gunfire and explosion sounds in the melee, the blast of flames...
The heavy walker was harshly slammed to the ground by an unreasonable force, and Old Qiao only felt that all his sensory units experienced a malfunction judgment at this moment—he arduously reconnected to this body, only to see thick smoke billowing in the cockpit. Everything outside the observation window appeared absurd and chaotic, as if in a wildly bizarre dream realm.
