When Burrison stepped forward, his ears finally stopped hearing so many cold sounds that annoyed him. He strode forward and once again swung his sword to slash at the strange target in white robes.
The opponent seemed to be preparing to end the battle as soon as possible. He rushed over and was ready to catch Burrison's sword without dodging.
The moment Burrison swung the sword, the opponent raised one arm to form a thick magical defense barrier on his palm, while the other hand reached forward, aiming at Burrison's chest.
The man in white robe also seemed to have discovered that without breaking Burlison's armor, he would not be able to cause fatal damage to Burlison. So this time he targeted Burlison's weakness and planned to eliminate Burlison at once.
Leeson.
Burlison didn't panic at all. He also used his other arm to make a defensive posture. The magic defense barrier on his arm lit up and condensed even faster than the opponent's.
In an instant, the bodies of both parties came into contact, and Burrison felt severe pain in his defensive arm, even with the blessing of the defensive magic circle.
The sword he swung also penetrated the opponent's magic defense barrier and hit the opponent's shoulder.
There was the familiar feeling of a long sword entering his flesh in his palm, and Burrison knew that his attack was successful.
He ignored the pain in his arm and tried to increase the destructive power of the sword as much as possible. The long sword produced by the Ironforge Forge also lived up to expectations, repaying Burrison's trust with its superior quality.
The moment Burlison flew out, he saw that one side of the white robe was slowly falling down. He had indeed hit the target, and a lot of it was cut off.
However, now it seems that what was cut away by this sword was just a piece of white cloth. Using his own arm to exchange half of the other party's clothes, Burrison felt that this was the worst exchange he had ever made in his life.
But what happened to that illusion just now that was so real that it gave him the illusion that his sword hit something?
Just when he hesitated, the man in white robe suddenly let out a shrill scream. Under the remaining white robe, his body was twisting continuously, like a balloon being pulled by the manic internal gas. He was about to
It's like it's broken.
"Hit!" Burlison was thankful for a ten thousandth of a second, and then his body fell heavily into the trench and fell on a pile of bullet casings.
He struggled to get up and found that the left arm of his powered exoskeleton had been completely destroyed. The huge impact of the man in white had severely damaged the expensive armor's left arm.
The field touch pad used to control the computer on the arm and some small parts fixed to the arm have been changed beyond recognition, and the thick arm armor has also been slightly deformed.
In his earphones that had become quiet, another cold computer prompt sounded at this time: "The energy has been exhausted, please leave as soon as possible..."
"Click!" The armor originally fixed on the arms and legs all automatically pried open, but the deformed left arm remained motionless.
"Damn it, all the energy is wasted on defense..." Burrison, who escaped from the powered exoskeleton, pulled out his arm from the broken arm armor on the left side and jumped to the ground.
He glanced at the assault rifle fixed behind the exoskeleton body. Due to its size and recoil, he couldn't use that thing at all now.
The long sword he held in his right hand could no longer be used. Now he could only use the weapons he carried to continue fighting.
So, he took out the self-defense pistol from his waist, climbed to the edge of the trench, and pointed the weapon in his hand at the man in white robe who was "trembling".
Just when he couldn't help but continuously pull the trigger on the target, the man in white robes opposite finally couldn't hold on any longer and exploded while struggling and twisting.
A huge impact caused Burlison to roll back into his trench again. He felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes to be in such a mess.
He rolled and fell to the bottom of the pit. His ears were filled with the buzzing sound caused by the explosion. He couldn't hear the noise on the battlefield. It used to be because of the anti-noise headphones, but now it's because his ears are really being put to the test.
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"Damn it!" Burlison struggled to get up, climbed to the edge of the trench again, stuck his head out, and saw the white robe that had been blown into pieces, falling in front of his eyes.
Obviously, he killed a man in white robe and won the battle. He was so excited that he wanted to shout loudly, or in other words, he had already started shouting loudly. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear his own voice and the shouting in his mouth.
It seems like thousands of miles away.
However, he was still very excited, because he still won this battle and this sudden encounter with the opponent's most elite troops.
Unfortunately, after he recovered his hearing after the excitement, he suddenly realized that he had just killed a man in white robes.
After another man in white robes used magic to blast a heavy armored grenadier to pieces, he focused his attention on Burleson in the trench. The other man walked towards Burleson step by step, with burning weapons wrapped around his hands.
Then the light smoke evaporated.
Yes, there are still dozens of white-robed men wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and Burrison has just eliminated one white-robed man. He exhausted the energy of the powered exoskeleton and barely managed to kill one like this.
Just a man in white robe...
While he killed the man in white robes just now, other men in white robes were killed by the grenadiers, and some men in white robes killed the grenadiers who blocked them.
This was a tragic battle. Many grenadiers died because their skills were inferior to others, and many grenadiers relied on tragic methods to win their victory.
They fired the grenades they carried, and died together with the white-robed men who rushed over. The entire battlefield was now a mess, with empty white robes blackened by gunpowder smoke flying in the air, and heavy mecha wreckage paralyzed on the ground.
"Bah!" Burrison pointed his gun at the man in white robes who was charging towards him, and pulled the trigger one shot at a time. The bullets in his pistol rushed out of the barrel, and then hit the magic circle in front of the man in white robes.
Splashing up sparks.
"Click!" The last shot was fired, and the automatic pistol ejected the last cartridge case and entered the state of waiting for loading. The slide was stuck at the end, and the barrel was emitting light smoke due to the heat.
Burlison threw away his pistol, stared at the man in white robes close at hand, looked at the flames wrapped around his arms, and grinned.
