From the beginning, the purification agency underestimated the power from darkness. The entire town of Ende became a breeding ground for demons. All residents fell into that dream, sinking into beautiful things and becoming monsters called demons. At this moment, they
came out in full force,
The power from the armor was blessing Shrike. The so-called delay was no longer possible. He hadn't even been able to see the mysterious sacred coffin. At this moment, it seemed that all he could do was kill the enemy with all his strength and keep more demons here.
The thermal energy sword slashed down with a burning red color. Although the purification mechanism did not have holy silver, they achieved the effect of holy silver in a scientific way. The wound was completely burned, the flesh and blood were completely necrotic, and the strong bones were also
Destruction under that high temperature is like being hit by flowing lava.
The demon burned to death, and then more demons rushed forward. After wearing the armor, the shrike's body reached more than two meters. In order to reduce the proportion of demons, the second-generation armor added many mechanical structures and plate armor. Those heavy
The armor now became a constraint for him, making his movements a little clumsy.
The sharp claws cut into his armor, splashing dazzling sparks and scratches on the surface of the metal. Fortunately, the more precise structure was covered with the demon's flesh and blood, and with its tenacious self-healing ability, the armor suffered no damage.
Just scratching the surface.
Shrike could not see anything under the slit in his visor, only the endless darkness heading towards him. He could not even identify the direction. Among the hundreds of monsters, he could only wave his sword in vain.
This feeling is very similar to walking towards the sea. The dark waves slap you hard, making it harder and harder to stand until you fall down and are completely swallowed by the surging water.
Swinging the sword again, the feeling became heavier and heavier. Only then did Shrike understand what Galahad felt when he put on the armor. It was truly a nightmare-like experience.
The three forces of dreams, demons, and the armor on his body eroded Shrike's will at the same time. The green light on the armor to determine his mental state began to flicker, and it seemed that it would turn to red out of control in the next second.
This may also be the tragedy of human beings, who not only have to fight against monsters, but also fight against their own willpower.
The steam engine on his chest let out a low roar, and the hot steam surged out instantly from the brass pipes. With a huge amount of force, the shrike grabbed a demon by the neck. With just a slight force, the fragile bones were broken.
Broken in his own hands.
The monster seemed to have lost all its power, hanging limply in his hand, its muscles still twitching strangely. Then it was thrown out by the shrike, knocking over several more monsters that were coming towards it.
The rising tide continued, and I felt like I was standing on a high-tide beach. The sea water soaked my body little by little, pushing those psychedelic memories to the shore.
Gradually, the killing became instinctive. The thermal energy sword emitted the last high temperature, and then the connecting cable was bitten off by the demon. But even if it lost its thermal energy, it was still a heavy giant sword, relying only on the waving of it.
The kinetic energy can easily crush them to death.
There is no longer any way to speak, what is needed in this battlefield is to kill the enemy efficiently, so Shrike wields the giant sword vigorously, like a windmill, smashing all the demons in the field until his thoughts are gone.
In confusion, the hand holding the sword relaxed slightly, and then the giant sword suddenly fell out, sticking into the ground and splashing endless dust.
The shrike's face was already pale under the visor. The moment he put on the armor, tiny electrodes were pierced from the spine of the armor and buried under the shrike's flesh, connecting the human will with the demon's body.
At first, Shrike could still maintain his sanity, but as time went by, his will became more and more collapsed, like a castle built of sand on the beach. The sea tide was rising, and he was unable to resist at all.
Burhans' memories kept flashing back, just like standing in front of the grave at the end of his life and recalling all the past.
Shrike saw his brothers and sisters, his cheap dad, and his grandfather.
That was the old man, who was still full of vitality even in his old age. He brought up Shrike. At first, Shrike didn't want to come to Old Dunling. After all, Burhans was his hometown. There was everything he was familiar with here, but there was nothing
One day his grandfather came to him and told him that he had grown up and turned from a child into a man.
He said that Shrike should go and see the bigger world. He might get hurt, or he might meet many enemies. Of course, he might also meet a hell of love, but no matter what he encounters, it is part of the experience, and that is enough.
Already.
So Shrike came to Old Dunling and had everything he has now. If he could, his retirement life would be to return to Burhans, lying on the familiar green ground and watching the dark clouds pouring out of the industrial area, and the blood-red sunset covering everything.
The decoration is chaotic and charming.
It was a pity that he might not be able to go back, so he wrote a letter to his family on the platform.
Ah... what the hell!
Thinking of the letter, the shrike under the mask endured the pain and cheered up a bit.
The damn letter is still on him. If he died like this, who would find it?
The stinging pain from the electrodes on his back made him wake up a little. Then the metal box on the back of the armor suddenly popped open. This was an additional accessory after wearing the armor. The sealed buckles were opened one by one, and several sword hilts were opened.
Emerges from the chest with the gun handle.
This is a portable weapons arsenal. Those who designed the armor designed this thing to be a consumable item from the beginning. This is true for both the knight and the armor, as well as the weapons in it.
Pull out the wide blade, like the white thunder. It is a simple blade that does not need too much design, as long as it is sharp and hard enough.
A blazing orange-red light erupted from the steam engine, and then huge amounts of steam poured out from the heat dissipation pipes. The high-temperature gas hit the cold sword blade and condensed into countless tiny dews in an instant. With the force of the armor,
The dew and the sword cut the demons in half, tearing out a scarlet curtain.
Power fills your body and it feels great.
It seems...it's not bad to just merge with the warm tide, drifting with the current, shaking the wind and rain...
The tired eyelids drooped weakly, blood spattered into the gaps in the mask, and the vision became blurred and blood-red. The shrike felt sleepy as never before, as if he could return to that familiar place as long as he closed his eyes.
Suddenly there seemed to be thunder in my ears.
"Wake up! Shrike!"
Someone shouted to him amidst the mixed roars, and the next moment a handsome and bloody face appeared in his field of vision. She was wearing disheveled clothes, and her cloak was badly damaged, but she didn't have any wounds.
Blue Jade tightly grasped the raised part of the armor, like a vigorous ocelot, crouching on the shrike's shoulder.
Just like a drowned person sinking into the deep sea, at the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, he held the hand stretched out from the sea, held it tightly, and never let go.
At that moment, Shrike thought of a lot. For example, he couldn't die yet. Once he died, Blue Jade would not be able to deal with such a huge monster, let alone the soldiers in the Glory behind him.
It seemed that power was re-injected into the armor, and the slow movements became swift again. The sharp sword blade cut everything in front of her like a meat grinder, and the blue jadeite seemed to dance on the tip of the knife. No matter how violently the shrike moved her
They can maintain a strange balance and then fire.
Lan Jade looked into the eyes in the slit of the mask and yelled at him again.
"Shrike! Let the Glorious move!"
As long as they let the Glory move, they can break out of the siege of this monster, and even rush all the way to the source of the pollution to complete this mission.
Seemingly having burned out the last bit of fire, Shrike's eyes turned red and he answered with action.
He stretched his arm to the backup weapon rack and took out a huge fire gun from there. Without any hesitation, he fired directly at the group of monsters in front of him and pulled the trigger, as if opening the door to hell.
Only a moment of thunder could be heard. Lan Jade, who was crouching on her shoulders, saw a continuous white light. Then the light of the explosion covered her vision, and the bright light blinded her for a few seconds.
It was the dragon's breath erupting from the mythical dragon, and the wandering sea of fire was released from the heavy fire gun. The liquid metal and continuously flammable substances directly covered everything in the field of vision, opening up like a waving weapon.
The wings of fire scorched all life and left a burning path on the ground.
"What's this."
Even Lan Jade was shocked by this violent power, and the shrike's weak voice came from under the visor beside him.
"The masterpiece of the Mechanical Institute, the armored fire gun named 'Dragon's Breath'."
This is a derivative of the second generation armor. After all, a knight should not only have armor, but also a gun that can penetrate all armors.
This is a weapon called the Armored Fire Gun. Just like its name, it can only be used by armored knights. The reason is not only that its size is beyond the control of ordinary people, but also because of its lethality.
This blow actually cleared a gap on the battlefield, and the earth was burning. Shrike carried the blue jade and stood in the flames. No demon other than him could set foot in it.
Letting go of her hand, the dragon's breath-type armor and fire gun fell from her hand. Blue Jade flicked it lightly. In her sight, the weapon had lost its original appearance of a fire gun. It can be said that the moment it was fired, it became huge because of its size.
The power exploded.
Although these scientific research institutions are known as lunatics, they never develop unreliable things, such as this firecracker. During the development stage, those lunatics realized that excessive power would cause the chamber to explode, but they did not want to lose power.
, so these clever mechanics transformed this weapon into a disposable consumable.
Shaking his arms to shake off the molten iron splashed on his body by the explosion, Shrike took another blunderbuss from the weapon rack, and then ran along the burning path towards the front of the Glory.
Feeling the blazing temperature and the hellish battlefield, Blue Jade held on to the shrike tightly. She actually laughed despite the fact that it was so fatal. This feeling is really amazing, when you realize that your death is coming.
Then you won't be afraid of death.
Beneath him were the galloping knights and burning tracks, surrounded by the wailing monsters. Lan Jade felt like she was the Valkyrie crossing the battlefield.