Chapter 96
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Chapter 96: Come Out, Mystic Steel Armor!
From a distance, grenade launchers and rockets continuously swept toward Lin Mo, who skillfully maneuvered the Jeep to dodge the impacts. The dragon’s reflexes far surpassed those of humans, and the vehicle’s strength exceeded that of a tank, allowing Lin Mo to drive as if he were using a speed boost, completely unharmed.
When he was a hundred meters from the plane, Lin Mo shouted in his heart, “Come out, Mystic Steel Armor!” With a powerful leap forward, the Jeep underwent a wild transformation, quickly shrinking and changing shape, like a shell folding in on itself. Before Lin Mo even landed, it suddenly enveloped him completely.
Boom!
A heavy landing sound startled the nearby Red Scorpion soldiers.
“God Allah above!”
At that moment, the surrounding gunfire seemed to momentarily freeze.
The frenzied armed Jeep disappeared, and once the occupants jumped out, they saw a warrior clad in fearsome armor standing firm.
What was that!
A wave of intense fear washed over everyone, causing hearts to race uncontrollably.
Once seen, there was no hope for survival!
With a shake of his left wrist, Lin Mo’s armor rapidly assembled, extending six gun barrels that gathered together and silently spun. A faint smile appeared beneath the helmet as Lin Mo marveled at the merging of otherworldly Dragon Knight armor with modern weaponry. Gold Coin’s creativity was truly impressive; no wonder the gold giant dragon was called the finest weapons master under the stars—be it in the otherworld or this one, nothing had changed.
Lin Mo steeled himself, ready to kill witnesses and eradicate any loose ends. An XM214 Gatling six-barrel rotary machine gun materialized beneath his wrist. It was unclear where Gold Coin had found this weapon, but it had been perfectly assimilated. Nearly fifty kilograms of weight combined with a hundred kilograms of recoil was trivial for a Dragon Knight, as the Dragon Slayer sword he wielded weighed nearly five times more.
As soon as Lin Mo fired the new “mini-cannon” that had emerged, it instantly suppressed all other firepower. A nearly one-meter-long flame flickered at an astonishing rate, producing a deep, resonant thud that was deafening. The dark red streaks of fire prompted chaos as ordinary sandbag barriers crumbled within seconds. Metal projectiles, like a force of nature, recklessly claimed lives, with ricocheting bullets possessing undeniable lethality.
Even when occasional bullets struck Lin Mo’s mystic steel armor, not a spark was produced; they were simply consumed by Gold Coin. For the gold giant dragon, this was merely delivering food.
With the protection of the gold element dragon armor, Lin Mo showed no fear toward light weaponry; even grenades hitting him didn’t make him flinch. As long as he avoided a direct hit from a heavy artillery piece larger than 150 millimeters, ordinary weapons posed no threat.
Without support or coordination, Lin Mo unleashed his Dragon Knight strength directly.
This world was going insane!
Witnesses saw a figure wielding supremely terrifying firepower sweep the surrounding points of fire clean, with an ultra-high firing rate exceeding twelve thousand rounds per minute obliterating everything that dared to attack. The ammunition storage behind Lin Mo visibly shrank as gunpowder, which the gold giant dragon couldn’t consume, was only held but not absorbed like the solid metal. Of course, there was no way he’d waste his primary metal on mere insects.
After a lull in his Gatling six-barrel’s fire, the only sounds left were distant gunfire and explosions. Around him, absolute silence reigned; all had been silenced by Lin Mo’s metal storm, with echoes of gunfire vibrating in his ears, challenging his ability to discern pauses.
Boom, boom, the ground trembled as a tank rolled toward the airport.
Ordinary weapons bored Lin Mo; the Red Scorpion had to bring out its ground assault king, a T-72 smuggled from Yugoslavia thundered forward, but Lin Mo was now less than fifty meters from the F-14.
One F-14 had its cockpit sealed, with two pilots inside preparing it. Another pair of pilots were slightly delayed, still climbing aboard. Lin Mo showed no hesitation, leaping powerfully from the ground, causing spiderweb patterns to crack across the concrete, sending debris flying. The massive reaction force propelled him toward the two F-14s at meteoric speed.
Having gathered ample battle energy in the desert these past few days, Lin Mo unleashed his full speed—years of preparation combined in one explosive moment.
With the gold giant dragon activating its innate ability, "Void Magnetism," Lin Mo’s once-heavy mystic steel armor felt weightless, even lifting him slightly, causing his charging speed to surge beyond what should be possible.
In the blink of an eye, he covered the fifty meters, and just as the ground crew of the Red Scorpion prepared their defensive pistols in panic, Lin Mo struck, sweeping them away with the power of a giant dragon. They were scattered like leaves, with no time to react!
“Gold Coin, you handle that F-14 with the cockpit shut; don’t swallow it directly yet, just control it! I’ll take care of this one!” Lin Mo mentally commanded. The armor quickly shed from his body, turning into a fist-sized metal sphere, bouncing away with incredible elasticity toward the ignited F-14, disappearing inside with a forceful push.
Lin Mo focused on the pilots scrambling to close the cockpit of the F-14.
“Get out of there!” He seized both pilots from the cockpit in a flurry, tossing them into the air before they could even eject.
“Wah!” “Help!” Their screams were cut short with thuds against the ground.
Without a second thought, Lin Mo jumped into the pilot’s seat, swiftly sealing the cockpit and began clicking the controls. The already-prepared F-14 jolted, its exhaust pipes emitting pale yellow flames.
The pilots of the F-14 previously infiltrated by the gold giant dragon maneuvered the aircraft onto the runway without hesitation, scared to decelerate, perhaps believing only in the sky could they escape this devil for a sliver of safety.
Although the F-14 is a two-seat fighter designed for a rear seat focused on electronic countermeasures (ECCM), signal jamming (ECM), and attack systems (FCS), Lin Mo had proven sufficient to conduct normal takeoffs and manual cannon attacks by himself.
The structural overload limits of the F-14 maxed out at 6.5G, while Lin Mo, accustomed to the J-10 with a maximum overload of 9.1G, felt at ease—it posed no challenge to him.
In the original plans of the Night Intelligence Group, Lin Mo’s target had precisely been these two F-14s, but the Twin Stars—Li’s twin sisters—had never wholeheartedly lent Lin Mo assistance, treating him like a mere spectator. Yet, with his strength, Lin Mo forcefully removed every obstacle and boarded one F-14, ready to proceed strictly according to plan.
F-14 "Tomcat" piloting manuals had been known to Lin Mo like the back of his hand before departure, along with having practiced on simulators. For the Chinese military, accessing the data on this now-obsolete aircraft was not terribly difficult.
“Okay, let’s get started!” Lin Mo maneuvered the F-14, closely following the previous plane that had dashed down the runway, swiftly launching into the sky. The cockpit displayed two Light Mirror Techniques, subtly shifting visuals; he preferred a broader view.
Meanwhile, the other T-72 tank crew futilely chased after the F-14 that had already taken off, shooting its high-caliber machine gun from the top hatch. Sparks flew as the rounds missed their target, while Lin Mo and the other F-14 seemed to be flying in a coordinated formation, escaping the firing range. Firing again could risk shooting down the other aircraft.
Lin Mo’s Gatling machine gun had previously decimated any potential ground interception. By the time they reacted, Lin Mo had effortlessly taken to the skies, with bullets futilely chasing after him.
As Lin Mo’s F-14 turned, an air-launched bomb dropped down with destructive intent, obliterating the T-72, followed by frantic cannon fire from below, and rocket pods unleashed wrath upon any Red Scorpion soldiers who might have glimpsed his mystic steel armor.
High-density firepower swept across the airport and hangar, causing heavy casualties among the Red Scorpion militants.
Even if an investigation arose regarding the night’s battle, outside of Lin Mo, only the Grim Reaper would have answers.
“Abla, Yanker, is that you? Jesse, Jesse! Respond if you hear me!” On the first F-14 that had ascended, Abla and Yanker clung to hope, seeing their counterpart F-14 behind them and believing their team had escaped the monster.
“Hello! Boy!” Lin Mo understood their basic call, smiling slightly as he responded to Mike.
“Damn it, who is he? He’s not Abla!” Abla quickly realized the figure in the cockpit was neither Abla nor Jesse, which could only mean he was…
Abla struggled to comprehend how someone could pilot a fighter jet—was the F-14 like riding a bike? Just hop on and go? If that were the case, the world would be full of pilots—they’d have no work at all!
“Yanker, get ready. We’ll take him down together! That’s not our partner behind us; it’s an enemy!” Abla shouted to the weapons officer in the back, maneuvering their F-14 into a lower, aggressive turn, spiraling in an S-shape towards Lin Mo’s F-14.
“Zing!” A sudden cacophony crackled in Lin Mo’s earpiece, the electronic countermeasures—another F-14 hurriedly engaged its ECM. The noise stopped abruptly.
“Morin! I’ve got control!” Gold Coin’s voice came through the intercom, indicating it had taken over the previous F-14. “Great!”
As Lin Mo faced the incoming F-14, it lunged at him, still on its attack course. He continued flying evenly.
“Little brat, still daring to turn up in my territory? That last guy activated his signaling system, so I blocked him out.” Gold Coin cheerfully chimed in, and while it hadn’t yet grasped the full range of equipment in the F-14, it had instinctively seized control of the black box. This had become a habit for Gold Coin since boarding the aircraft with Lin Mo.
