The mecha's wings spread out and it flew in mid-air, looking down at the five infected people and Fang Yuqing's plane.
It can fly at a height that only three infected people can barely reach. Now, the huge fuselage of the mecha is flying in mid-air, casting a dark and huge shadow, like a sunspot from a solar eclipse.
Generally, there is only a thick shadow covering the ground.
The two wings of the mecha are slowly beating behind it. At first glance, it is estimated to be more than 20 or 30 meters wide. At this moment, it looks like a cyberpunk angel, full of strange beauty that combines machinery and sacredness.
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As the saying goes, flesh and blood are weak and weak, but machines soar.
Fang Yuqing swallowed her saliva, wondering what Gu Zhuo wanted to do. The situation on the battlefield was constantly changing, and the situation might be completely reversed in the next second.
"High Priest, what should we do now!?"
Several subordinates around Fang Yuqing became frightened. They were no longer as arrogant as before and asked nervously. For them, that mecha was not only here to take Fang Yuqing's life, but also to take their lives.
of.
Now, no matter what, they have to follow Fang Yuqing's command closely. Ordinary people like them have no way to get involved in this battle between superpowers.
Fang Yuqing doesn't have much wisdom in fighting, and usually only relies on the strength of the infected to do random things. Now when he encounters this kind of situation, he has no good countermeasures.
Holding the wound made by the bullet on his leg with his hand, a heartbreaking pain came over him. This pain made him realize that he was still alive. Forced himself to calm down, he sighed deeply, knowing that he could not show his cowardice, especially in this situation.
In front of these subordinates.
Keeping that crazy expression on her face, Fang Yuqing said in her heart:
"I don't believe it. I don't believe that even a terminal illness that will kill me can't do anything to me. You, Gu Zhuo, can get rid of me today! Isn't it just a makeshift mecha?"
He was thinking in his mind, but at the same time he also knew that with just five infected people, he would probably no longer be a match for Gu Zhuo. He had to find a way to evacuate back and discuss it with the leader in the long run.
After all, besides him, there are several other ruthless characters in the Prophet Cult, and they will definitely be interested in Gu Zhuo.
As long as he can go back, as long as he can go back and witness Gu Zhuo's failure, it is only a matter of time.
Thinking of this, Fang Yuqing ordered the pilot:
"Fly faster and try to stay away from the visual range of the mecha in the sky. I will leave the rest to the infected!"
Hearing this, the pilot said "yes" and then controlled the plane to fly away from the mecha.
At the same time, the five infected seemed to be covering the retreat of the plane. They followed closely behind the plane. Their huge fleshy bodies were bent into a ferocious and strange posture, forming a wall of flesh to protect them.
Fang Yuqing.
Seeing this, Gu Zhuo knew that this guy wanted to escape.
It was impossible for him to let Fang Yuqing go. No matter what happened today, even if he exhausted all the power and the energy and ammunition reserves of the entire mecha, he would keep Fang Yuqing here forever.
Qidong will soon become Fang Yuqing’s cemetery!
Today is his memorial day!
Seeing five infected people guarding the evacuation of the plane, the two pairs of huge wings spread out by the mecha covered six huge gun barrels!
Each wing covers three gun barrels. They protrude from under the mechanical armor that makes up the wings. They are arranged neatly in a row like anti-aircraft missile cannons. Even a well-trained army will feel uncomfortable when seeing this.
Shocked and scared.
Seeing this, Fang Yuqing was naturally stunned:
What's going on with this guy? How come he has wings and can fly, but he also has six missiles on his wings!? This is too out of line!
"Fly! Quick!"
Fang Yuqing shouted to the pilot. His heart was beating fast. Although there were five enhanced infected people guarding him, he always felt uneasy. It seemed that he had seen the God of Death chasing behind him with a sickle.
he.
Yes, Fang Yuqing came to his senses and saw the inexplicable pressure from the mecha. It was exactly the same feeling as when he was lying on the hospital bed counting down the remaining time of his life!
The despair and powerlessness of being chased by death, and one can only watch death coming!
"As long as you block those missiles for me, as long as you block those missiles for me! Nothing will happen..."
Fang Yuqing thought silently in her heart. He no longer expected the infected to be able to defeat that mecha. He only hoped that their five cannon fodder could buy him enough time to escape back!
The Prophet's religion is safe, and that woman will definitely protect herself!
Gu Zhuo aimed at an infected person in front of the plane. The infected person twisted his back 180 degrees and blocked the back of the plane, looking like a hard city wall.
There are countless holes on its back, and blood bubbles are constantly bubbling out, gurgling like boiling water, and it seems to be corrosive.
"It's been long enough, you guys deserve to die."
Gu Zhuo said coldly.
Then, the six gun barrels were activated at the same time, and a total of six missiles were fired at the infected people and the aircraft!
There was a loud "boom", and dazzling fire broke through the sky. For a moment, the mecha seemed to be in a blooming flower. The flower was spinning, so shining, so dazzling, like a bloody flower.
red lotus.
"Protect me, protect me!..."
Fang Yuqing saw the six cannonballs blasting towards her and screamed.
The five infected people completely gave up their counterattack and used their bodies to protect the plane, forming a tight wall of flesh.
There was a heavy explosion, and all six missiles hit the infected people. All they saw was blood and flesh flying everywhere, countless flesh foam, and blood splashing out, and the entire ground was covered with a layer of blood.
There was a "clack-clack" sound on the plane, which was the sound of pieces of meat being smashed down.
Just when Fang Yuqing thought that the infected had blocked this wave of attacks for him, and was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, and was about to ask the pilot to speed up the plane, a sound of breaking through the air came from behind.
Those five infected people only blocked three missiles!
Three missiles smashed them into pieces. It would take at least half a minute to reorganize them. However, this half minute was enough to kill Fang Yuqing a thousand, eight hundred times!
"No!"
Fang Yuqing was scared.
Fear that comes from deep within my heart.
The old him, the one who had low self-esteem, was cowardly and accomplished nothing, is back again.
After the mask of madness is torn off, all that is left is endless emptiness.
He is a clown. A complete clown. He does not get any respect or love from anyone. He is a poor loser.
Those subordinates also knew that they were bound to die, and they wanted to vent their anger on Yu Qing before they died:
It was all because of his arrogance that they were cornered.
However, before they had time to lift Fang Yuqing up from her seat, the three missiles had already hit her.
The power of the three missiles was extraordinary, and a mushroom cloud exploded in the sky.
Gu Zhuo sat on the mecha, watching the exploding mushroom cloud and the shattered aircraft wreckage falling from mid-air, the expression on his face did not change at all.
From now on, if anyone dares to harm the person he wants to protect, Gu Zhuo will not have the slightest sympathy.
No matter how the Prophets deal with him in the future, come one and kill one.
If a group comes, kill a group!
[Author's digression]: I'm extremely sorry. I was called out by my dad today to work for a day. I worked as a laborer for a day, and I only started coding when I got home at night. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. My dad was too anxious to see me like this.
, I feel like I am not doing my job properly by typing at home all the time. Second update, I am currently typing in a hurry.