The out-of-control will looked at the figure on the carriage. It was a gift from the darkness. Mortal power had no ability to resist it. Shrike had no chance of winning, but just when Galahad was about to tear it into pieces, the giant
The pressure of the wind covered him, and then the sound of the mountains collapsing slowly arrived.
The heavy blow from afar carried the power of thousands of people, and the air wave of the instant explosion caused many ripples.
It was a projectile weighing thirty kilograms. It hit Galahad, who was out of control, at a very high speed. This level of attack was no less than being hit head-on by the latest heavy-duty train, even if it was unknown.
Even his strength was unable to resist this huge kinetic energy. Galahad's body was twisted strangely, and then he was knocked out hard.
The projectile dragged him and smashed into the ground, and then the front end of the warhead exploded. The violent gunpowder released a huge amount of heat energy. The inner bullet embedded in it was also detonated. The flowing mercury was evaporated in an instant, making it fatal in an instant.
Mercury vapor enveloped the explosion point.
Shrike's heart was beating violently. This action of using himself as bait was really risky. Even if he took a wrong step, he would be cut into pieces by Galahad's wings.
On the other side, green smoke floated from the muzzle of the smoothbore cannon, and the huge recoil caused the frame of the vehicle to begin to tilt. The soldiers took the time to reload the ammunition, which was originally transported here to kill those large targets.
In the end, he used it on his own people.
"Reload! We can't let him slow down!"
There was no mercy at all. Ever since Galahad lost control, Shrike no longer regarded him as the person he once knew.
There was another roar, and the heavy projectiles knocked down the figure who was about to stand up again. Milky white mercury vapor rose in the raging fire. In the final analysis, the demons are just a group of weird and mysterious monsters. No matter how terrifying they are, they still retain their power.
"Biological" characteristics, then conventional physical methods are still effective.
Galahad's body was distorted by the shock. Logically speaking, for a human body, his internal organs would have been shattered into pieces under the heavy blow, but the terrifying vitality dominated this body and the broken bones
His position was readjusted by the strong muscles, and he stood up slowly to face the next round of attacks.
The roar came again, and after the dazzling fireworks, the broken sword blade tore through the milky white mercury vapor. The deadly gas had no effect on Galahad at all. The armor was controlling him and protecting him.
Dense explosions sounded. Not only was Galahad under attack, the underground palace was also crumbling under the continuous fire and explosions. The solid body that had been built for decades was on the verge of being broken, and the internal structure had been destroyed and started to collapse. Then
Like a coffin, everything that is dirty is buried under the earth.
Picking up the silver spear, Shrike filled it with special bullets, and then looked through the lens into the explosion crater.
Under the lens is the demonic vitality. Under the protection of the armor, it can no longer be called human life.
Black Angel stretched his wings to his heart's content. Such a heavy blow only broke his wings. With the sound of flesh and blood crawling, the new blade extended from his elbow, plumping up the wings again. Under the steel feathers, the
The fabric resembling biological muscle tissue split into dark red slits, and then gray-white steam was released from it like heat.
It was rising steam that covered the explosion crater in an instant, making the Shrike unable to see him.
"Continue to suppress!"
Shrike realized something was wrong and roared, and then the roar of shelling covered his roar.
That was a scene that no one could capture, but at this critical moment of life and death, all of Shrike's senses seemed to be becoming extremely sharp, and he saw it.
The Black Angel carried a thousand swords, shining with white light and gray steam. As he ran at a rapid speed, the steel feathers made a harsh sound, and actually reached a feeling similar to gliding on the ground, and in front of him
The deadly projectiles were spinning towards him, and he twisted his body and waved his hands casually, then struck the projectiles with a thousand swords.
It was a dazzling explosion, because it was too close to the shock wave and it directly overturned the shrike. At the end of the field of vision, the dark angel spread its wings and stepped out of the burning fire. The milky white mercury vapor escaped along the sharp edge.
His pupils were dark, like a messenger calling for death.
The next second, the black angel descended beside him, and the sharp steel feathers fell one by one like a cage, blocking all the shrike's escape routes.
The silver muzzle of the gun was pressed against his heart. Shrike raised his head under the tremendous psychological pressure, and saw that Galahad's face was also covered with tiny scales, and his pupils were matte black.
, the pale face was full of incomprehensible sadness.
Wake up! Galahad!
Shrike screamed feebly in his heart, his spirit was tortured, and he could no longer say anything. When the sword fell, it penetrated his body like a spike, and the blood slowly passed away from the warm body.
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As if aware of Shrike's sadness, Galahad seemed to recognize his former friend. He gently leaned down and hugged him.
Thousands of swords were inserted.
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The sharp sound of steel rubbing against steel echoed in his ears, cutting his eardrums like a sharp knife.
It seemed that the Shrike was going to die like this, in the hands of Galahad. To be honest, the time of death was approaching, but the Shrike had no fear, he just felt sad. Galahad killed the mockingbird,
Now he wants to kill himself again. He was his friend and the one who fought against the monster, but in the end he became a monster.
How ironic...
The sharp sword blade in his eyes continued to expand, but at this moment, the spear covered with circuits penetrated the steel cage and hit Galahad's body. It failed to penetrate the strong armor, but it was sharp.
The barb popped out from the front end and latched onto Galahad's body.
"Little bird, fly quickly!"
A ghostly voice rang in his ears. The voice reminded Shrike of a certain lunatic, but before he could recall the appearance of that lunatic, more spears hit Galahad. Although they failed to kill him, the pop-up
The barbs were like shackles, tightly imprisoning him.
Dazzling fire flashed across his eyes, the steel-like wings were melted off one by one, and the hot molten iron dripped on the shrike. He couldn't help but growl in pain, but despite the pain, he seemed to have survived.
His hand reached through the fused cage and grabbed him, then dragged the shrike out.
"The bird is safe, start recovering Galahad!"
The man was wearing a white coat and a gas mask with a filter on his face. He seemed to realize that the shrike was looking at him, so he reluctantly raised his eyelids with dark circles and greeted the shrike with sickly and excited eyes.
As the man's words fell, Shrike felt a tingling feeling. The floating objects in the air in front of him began to glow slightly and then extinguished. His hair slowly lifted up, as if someone was caressing him, and the flow of water flowed the next second.
Lightning flashed past the two of them, and the light illuminated everything, as if the god of thunder had come to the world.
The wings screamed, and the thousand swords jumped out, but Galahad was restrained by the spear, and when he was at the last distance, a huge amount of electricity penetrated him.
The light illuminated the Shrike's tired eyes. These were the spears, and each one was connected to a cable. It was not intended to penetrate Galahad in the first place. Its purpose was to connect to electricity.
"Come and put it on."
As if appreciating the scenery, the man gave Shrike a gas mask similar to his own, and then gunshots rang out.
The electricity completely stopped Galahad's actions. Tin cans fell one after another beside him. The light yellow anesthetic spewed out, completely covering the ferocious body. The violent actions began to become dull under this large dose.
Slow, like a trapped animal fighting.
"Why are you here, Nicholas?"
Looking at this lunatic, Shrike was not happy about surviving the catastrophe.
Nicholas pointed at Galahad in the electric light, his tone was full of exhaustion, his voice was rising and falling, as if he had lost his voice.
"Galahad can die, but the Original Sin Armor he wears is very expensive, and we still need experimental data."
More people walked down from the iron snake at the rear, fully armed and well-equipped.
Only then did Shrike realize his mistake. The Original Sin Armor cannot be worn by one person. These damn lunatics were in that carriage from the beginning. They will never begrudge anyone's life for the so-called progress. Tonight's battle
For them, it is just a weapons test.
"What on earth are you doing!"
Shrike roared angrily, but Nicholas was not affected at all and just spoke casually.
"These knight commanders are all specialized. The nerve pollution they can withstand is much stronger than a little bird like you. But obviously not everyone is Lancelot. At present, other knight commanders except him can't
Galahad can't control the armor, and Galahad is controlled by the armor instead."
There was no reflection in his tone. In front of Nicholas, everyone was just a guinea pig in the experiment.
The dark figure in the thunder was reflected on the gas mask, and more people passed by the two of them. They wore clothes completely made of iron chains, and their bodies formed a personal Faraday electric cage to avoid possible electric shocks and dragging.
Holding the cable, Galahad was moved by them like a wild dog.
The Black Angel, who was unstoppable just now, was subdued by professionals, and then the dark coffin was transported down from the iron snake.
I don’t know what kind of metal the frame is. The dark golden surface is engraved with strange and ferocious reliefs. Copper pipes are densely covered on the edge of the coffin. It seems like a beautiful painting, with angels descending from the earth, but also like endless demons coming from the shadows.
rise in.
The six corners of the coffin bounced up one by one. They were silver-white nails, but they were like bolts in a mechanical structure. When the coffin was opened, endless white cold air spewed out. The air heated by the fire instantly fell to subzero, and fine frost covered it.
Metal surface generation.
The dead dog-like Galahad was dragged to the edge. In order to control this out-of-control knight, Iron Snake brought hundreds of meters of cables. The continuous electric shocks paralyzed the muscles and suppressed all Galahad's actions. As for him,
When being put into the icehouse-like coffin, the tired body once again burst out with incredible strength.
The dark eyes looked to the other side strangely, and the dark red muscles tensed up again.
The sharp steel feather cut open the soldier's iron coat in an instant, and the high-voltage current burned it into coke in an instant. Then the sword blade swung down and cut off several cables.
"Come and help if you can still move!"
Nicholas also panicked. According to the experimental data, the Original Sin Armor should have lost its mobility, but the fact was so abnormal. He swung the sword high and killed one person after another who restrained him.
Struggling as hard as he could, the sound of a landslide sounded for the last time. It was a speeding projectile that hit Galahad instantly. But with this bombardment, the iron snake loaded with smoothbore cannons finally rolled over under the continuous bombardment.
past.
Shrike stood up with difficulty. At the last moment, he picked up his silver spear and hit Galahad hard. The spear was equipped with sharp barbs, like thorns.
During the bombardment and smashing, Galahad, who had just escaped from the electric shock, lost his balance for a moment. At this time, the new electric shock spear hit Galahad, just like using a torch to drive away a wild beast. Nikolai took out a heavy
Although his body was so thin, the huge recoil could not shake him at all. One shot after another, the projectiles were like heavy punches, driving Galahad back step by step.
After emptying the last bullet, the unbalanced Galahad was finally forced into the coffin, and then the coffin was sealed, and the bounced silver nails fell one by one, reinforcing it twice.
A dull banging sound kept coming from it, like an evil spirit knocking on the door.
Nicholas let out a long sigh, took off his gas mask, and held a cigarette in his mouth on his sickly pale face. He was seen sitting slowly on the coffin, and his hand gently brushed the metal surface covered with frost.
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"Galahad has been recovered and is ready to evacuate. This place will be handed over to the purification agency."
The impact continued, shattering the ice on the surface. Countless pipes extended from the iron snake and connected into the coffin. It was unclear what they had injected into it. The restless coffin collapsed after a few minutes.
It calmed down, and the Geiger counter that had been screaming fell silent, and the crazy demon was finally appeased.
"Nicholas, I need an explanation."
Shrike stood up with difficulty. Every wound on his body was gushing with blood, but he didn't care. The look under the mask had never been more angry than before.
"Don't worry, this is all with the permission of Arthur and the chief."
Nikolai felt ridiculous about Shrike's angry mood and continued talking.
"In about a month, Arthur will hold a roundtable meeting in the Broken Dome, and all your questions will be answered there, but before that, Shrike, you have to find a way to survive until that time."
Shrike's expression was a little strange. He wanted to say something else, but everything in his field of vision was in chaos. Excessive blood loss and injuries broke out at this moment.
Looking at Shrike who fell helplessly, Nicholas sighed, but soon a group of soldiers lifted him up. As a high-ranking knight of the purification mechanism, Shrike could not just die like this.
The engine began to roar, and Nicholas strolled leisurely on the scorched battlefield. His turbid eyes scanned the burning world back and forth, leaving a white back in the end, and above the white coat, there was a dark
The poisonous snake bites its own tail, winding and extending endlessly.