From the beginning, Goethe noticed that something seemed wrong with Jock VI.
Not only was the language filled with extreme narcissism and ridicule, but also after he hit the opponent's body with his previous kick, even though the opponent staggered, he immediately stood up straight without moving at all.
Moreover, the other party immediately began to show him his body that was half flesh and half steel!
Would an enemy in their right mind do this?
Won't!
With the cloak as a cover, the body that is half flesh and half steel is enough to be a good trump card - a surprise may have miraculous effects.
This should also be the reason why the other party chose this kind of cloak to cover the whole body.
But the other party gave up completely.
Not only did he give up, he also kept describing his extraordinaryness in 'words', as if he was afraid that he would not know that the other party had obtained the knowledge of 'Prophet' Modeus.
The other person acted like an extremely arrogant person.
Arrogant and extremely arrogant.
There are no such people.
However, it is absolutely impossible for such a person to become the master of the ‘Fortress of Doomsday’!
so……
The other party did it on purpose!
The other party is using this to confuse him!
The other party is using these to cover up the truth!
And want to prove it?
Not difficult!
bite!
The fuses of the two grenades were pulled apart, and Goethe threw them out.
Jock VI's face changed as he stood there.
But it still doesn’t move!
Boom! Boom!
The grenade exploded, sending shrapnel flying.
Ripples appeared on the force field shield.
"it's useless!"
"Having 'ancient technology' and inheriting the 'ancient knowledge' of 'Prophet' Motous, I am not someone you can defeat!"
Jock VI stood behind the force field shield and shook his head.
And Goethe's answer?
Two more grenades.
Boom! Boom!
There was another explosion, and before the smoke and dust dissipated, Jock VI's voice sounded again.
"How many grenades do you have left?"
"I'm afraid there aren't many left?"
The controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' had an undisguised sarcasm on his face.
"I'm right here."
"Come on!"
"Go on!"
The other party said it word for word.
Especially when he saw Goethe taking out only one grenade from his backpack, he laughed out loud.
"Is there only one left?"
"What a shame!"
"If you have a few more, maybe you can..."
Jock VI's words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. He watched blankly as Goethe put the grenade in his hand back into his backpack, and then took out bundles of explosives from his body.
Even Jock VI has never seen a person able to hide so many explosives on his body.
Especially the bulletproof vest hidden under the jacket.
It was densely packed with explosives, making people feel scalp numb just by looking at it.
Jock VI pursed his lips.
The next moment, he said.
"Jack?"
"I think we can talk."
The controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' no longer has the arrogance and arrogance of before, but only has a kind of humility and approachability.
There was even a kind smile on the face of the controller of the 'Fortress of Doomsday'.
Looking at such a smile, Goethe's mind instantly thought of a sentence he had heard in his hometown: The enemy cannot be solved through speeches and majority resolutions, but with iron and blood - when explosives explode.
The roar will be better than any speech, discussing the birth of truth!
"Well, let's talk."
As Goethe said this, he lit the dynamite and threw it over.
King Jock VI's expression changed drastically.
However, there was still no dodge.
The opponent clenched his fists tightly, and a faint blue light burst out from his semi-metal body.
Buzz!
A unique sound of increased electromagnetic power was heard.
Then——
boom!
When the smoke and dust cleared, Jock VI was extremely miserable at this time.
The metal body is full of blackness and mottled spots, while the flesh and blood body is riddled with holes.
The force field shield, which was strong enough to withstand the continuous attacks of grenades, was shattered before the explosive exploded.
It's not that explosives are better than grenades.
Just get enough explosives from those looters.
"I admit that I underestimated you."
"I never thought a person could carry so much explosives with him."
"But, you also underestimated me, right?"
"Do you really think this little explosive can defeat me?"
Buzz!
The sound of electric current appeared again, and with the flicker of blue light on the metal body, the flesh and blood body of Jock VI returned to normal. The controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' looked at Goethe.
Goethe frowned slightly.
It wasn't because of the opponent's rapid recovery.
It's not because of the other party's arrogant and arrogant words again.
But...
Something's wrong!
A strong sense of dissonance appeared in his heart.
It seems that he overlooked something most important.
Unconsciously, Goethe began to retreat slowly.
Step, step!
The friction between the soles of Goethe's shoes and the palace floor continued to sound. He retreated from the edge of the palace directly to the door.
Jock VI's face gradually turned ugly.
The next moment——
The controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' launched a charge against Goethe.
But Goethe, standing at the door of the palace, felt as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Why is he staring at Jock VI?
Obviously the 'crystal' suspended in mid-air and protected by a glass cover deserves more attention, right?
The scene just now was replayed in his mind, and Goethe frowned slightly.
ridicule!
Suddenly, this word appeared in Goethe's mind.
There is no doubt that what King Jock VI arranged in the palace influenced him.
As for why it was in the palace and not Jock VI himself?
Looking at Jock VI who had already rushed in front of him, the answer was self-evident.
If it was really Jock VI himself, then he should have been 'attracted' again at this time.
"Go to hell!"
Jock VI gave a low drink, and the sound of high-power electrical appliances running sounded again.
Crackling!
Small streams of electric current emerged from Jock VI's metal legs. Goethe, who was dodging, immediately trembled all over. His speed uncontrollably slowed down, and more electric current surged up again.
Jock VI, who was following behind, grinned ferociously, opened his arms, and was about to hug Goethe hard.
The other side must kill Gede just like they did with their previous enemies.
but--
Stab!
Blue electric light flashes.
An electric current that was much thicker than the electric current that emerged from Jock VI's legs ejected from Goethe's body.
【Crazy Thunder】!
The mastery options brought by [Volibear Breathing Technique] were activated at this moment.
The first one to bear the brunt is Jock VI!
The bullet-level lightning chain caused some damage to Jock VI's body, but the real damage came from this way of counterattack!
Jock VI felt humiliated!
The controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' felt that Goethe was mocking him in the way he was good at!
"You deserve to die!"
The controller of the ‘Fortress of Doom’ who stopped in his tracks roared angrily.
Ever since he became the controller of the 'Fortress of Doom', no one has dared to do this to him.
And today, in order to make the 'miracle' happen, he had to act as a clown to attract the attention of a clown!
Can it bear fruit?
But was discovered by the other party.
Moreover, he is still mocking him.
Click, click!
Amidst the sound of gears turning, Jock VI's mechanical legs unfolded.
Twenty palm-sized drones just flew out.
They spread out their bodies, they aimed at Goethe.
And Jock VI, who had been releasing electricity from beginning to end, restraining Goethe, loudly declared——
"Poor imitator, I'll tell you..."
Stab! Stab!
More current appeared.
One after another, the lightning chains accurately hit the twenty drones that had just appeared. The drones carrying ammunition exploded straight away, just like a flower bone composed entirely of lightning, blooming in the flames.
generally.
The flames were red and rolling endlessly.
Before Jock VI could recover from the annihilation of one of his trump cards, he was hit in the chest by a fireball the size of a football.
boom!
Flames exploded.
Explosive-level flames are as powerful as grenades.
The most important thing is, one after another.
Boom boom boom!
The explosions continued, and Jock VI retreated step by step.
Soon he retreated from the front of the palace to the palace square.
This is a high platform made of cement without any decoration. Only nine spears over five meters high stand here.
On each spear, there is a person 'impaled'.
Their bodies were pierced, their heads were drooped, and their eyes were cloudy.
Several pieces of iron wire tied their bodies tightly to the spears.
Even though a hundred years have passed, these carefully maintained corpses have not decayed in any way. Instead, they are lifelike, as if they are still alive. They are looking down at Jock VI who is being smashed into the middle of the square.
Under their watch, the traitor was smashed from the center of the square to the edge of the square.
As they watched, the traitor fell from the edge of the square.
Jock VI was forcibly knocked down from the highest point of the 'Doomsday Fortress' by Goethe.
"Ahhh!"
Bang!
After the scream, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The other party is definitely not dead.
Such a height would be fatal to ordinary people, but for Jock VI, who was transformed into a half-flesh and half-machine, it would be seriously injured at most.
Even, as long as it is 'repaired' in time, it can be full of life again.
Goethe knew this.
Goethe also knew that once Jock VI was restored, he would face an endless pursuit.
Even if he disguises himself, there's no guarantee that he won't leave any clues.
Once discovered, Goethe would never want to see such a result.
Therefore, he will never allow such a thing to happen.
He must kill Jock VI.
otherwise……
Having trouble sleeping and eating!
The next moment, Goethe jumped down.
While his body was still in mid-air, Goethe's hair began to grow rapidly, and his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, a pure black werewolf with a height of 2.5 meters appeared.
[Celtic Blood Sacrifice.Wolf]!
Like a real beast, Goethe got down on all fours and ran rapidly down the cliff of the 'Fortress of Doom' beside him.
And under the highest cliff of the 'Fortress of Doom', Jock VI was shaking his dizzy head.
He staggered and was about to climb out and return to his palace.
There is the most important thing to him.
However, the impact was so severe that he felt like stars were popping up in front of his eyes, and his steps were even more staggering.
