บททั้งหมดของ God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

On the other side of the battlefield, the ground trembled faintly, and a disciplined, well-equipped heavy convoy appeared on the horizon like an unstoppable steel tide.That was Ironclad Industries' main strike force.Leading the charge in a Level 6 heavy-duty dump truck, Desmond pushed up his glasses, watching that black motorhome bathed in artillery fire yet gleaming as if fresh off the factory line, a look of undisguised admiration flashing in his eyes."Just as I thought... The motorhome is even stronger than I'd predicted. Absurdly strong."He'd originally assumed Jake's rig only contained enough Blue Titanium Alloy to tank a single wave of damage. He hadn't expected the defense to be this ridiculously overpowered.Nothing conventional could touch him — and then there was the 1130 CIWS on top of that!"Desmond!"Greta, built like an iron tower, waved her fist excitedly. "This motorhome's ridiculously tough! Should we still push in?!""Of course we push in. Make it look con

"A joyride? Sightseeing?!"Hearing the response from Ironclad Industries, Gareth sat in his lavish Level 6 military pickup, the muscles across his face twitching violently.He might have been a lecher, but he wasn't a fool.At this critical juncture, Ironclad Industries' main strike force showing up fully armed, deploying into an attack formation on the flank, only to say they were out here "taking newbies for a joyride"?That excuse wouldn't fool a child.A powerful unease began creeping through Gareth's chest.Desmond would never do anything without purpose.For him to brazenly bring people out here, to make such a dangerous move — was it because of... that black motorhome up ahead?Did Desmond believe that motorhome owner actually had a real shot at winning?"Impossible... there's no way..."Gareth shook his head furiously, trying to shake the absurd thought from his mind.Ironclad Industries had always been the weakest of the Big Four, playing it safe, keeping a low prof

Inside the motorhome.The outside chaos was sealed off by the thick armor, leaving only the steady hum of precision instruments and everyone's calm breathing.In the rear compartment lab, Vera gripped the eerily glowing earth-yellow Terra Staff, over a dozen empty water bottles scattered around her feet.The staff's side effect left her throat feeling scorched with thirst, but her mind buzzed with feverish excitement."Gulp..."Another bottle drained. Vera wiped her mouth."Boss, I'm ready!"Vera's voice came through the earpiece, laced with a thin thread of excited laughter.In the driver's seat, Jake studied the radar display.On screen, the twelve clusters of red dots representing the Wolf Pack's combat formations reflected in his eyes."Bella, Raina?" Jake spoke flatly."Swarm drone formation in position, target locked." Bella's voice was calm and professional, her finger hovering over the enter key."Standing by." In the third-floor war room, Raina's cool voice came th

In the motorhome's third-floor war room, not a flicker of expression crossed Raina's stunning face as she steadily held her sniper rifle, its barrel already locked onto the cracked windows of the sub-Rig Leaders' vehicles.Bang! Bang! Bang!Those specially made enhanced sniper rounds sliced through the air, punching precisely through the spiderweb-cracked glass.The bullets weren't meant to kill their targets outright — instead, they struck the inner walls of the cabins and burst open on impact.Hiss...A colorless, odorless gas immediately filled each cabin.A sub-Rig Leader in one of the Level 5 rigs, just about to drive off, suddenly felt an overwhelming drowsiness wash over him like a tidal wave, his eyelids growing impossibly heavy."What's... going..."He never finished the sentence, collapsing straight backward, letting out thunderous snores.One rig. Two rigs. Ten rigs...More and more of the specialized rounds pierced into those now-unprotected formations.The machi

Boom—!A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky deep within the Wolf Pack's defense line.The earth shook violently, as if struck by a magnitude-10 earthquake.The devastating shockwave swept through everything in its path, hurling the rigs of those two formations into the air, tearing them apart, melting them down like toys caught in a hurricane.Of the two remaining combat formations, this single strike crippled one entirely.Though not everyone in that formation had died outright, those who survived by sheer luck didn't even get a chance to celebrate.Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat...Jake's 1130 CIWS had already pressed forward. Like a scythe cutting through wheat, it harvested the lives of those crawling out from the wreckage.Or an absurdly powerful enhanced RPG round struck a fleeing Level 5 rig with pinpoint precision, instantly reducing it to a fireball.That was Raina's handiwork.Even a Level 5 rig with decent defense stood no chance against Jake's now fully weaponized-to-t