The dense rain of bullets almost covered the entire front of the passage, but the kinetic energy was resolved by an invisible power energy. The huge steel body wrapped in power energy moved forward like a rampaging rhinoceros, shooting all the people at it.
All enemies were crushed directly.
The deformed robot started to burn with sparks, and the limbs inside the deformed mecha were even more horrific.
The troll psyker, who was covered by the robot, had no retreat. He opened his mouth wide and was about to spit out some more offensive elemental spirits when the steel giant opposite took the lead and let out a sound like a drum.
A roaring sound.
"I'll fight!" He hit the troll's bloody mouth with a heavy left hook, knocking out a whole row of sharp teeth at once.
"Wow! What a powerful Lingyan Explosive Punch!" Killian was delighted to see it, and the telekinetically controlled sword danced wildly, killing seven or eight loaded enemies on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the steel street flew up and down with heavy punches. The punches were as fast as bullets, and they continuously bombarded the troll's face and chest, leaving the opponent unable to fight back.
force.
"What a set of extremely fast bullet punches! When will I reach such a state!" Killian was in awe, and controlled the sword to prepare for a sneak attack on the troll.
His sneak attack was indeed successful. The troll's Achilles tendon was torn open, his body suddenly froze, and the door opened wide in an instant.
"Ho ho!" Of course the steel giant would not let go of this opportunity, and even used his thick elbow to hit the opponent's throat.
"Wow! What a shot of Duan Sheng Dao!" Killian was inexplicably moved, feeling that what he should learn more was actually the ability to seize opportunities.
Then, the troll psyker's body, which was covered in thick armor from top to bottom and weighed almost two tons by visual inspection, flew backwards, like a sandbag that had been completely smashed away.
Then, the steel giant began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a young man wrapped in silver-gray business attire, standing at attention, elegant temperament, with the appearance of an elite civil servant, who else could it be if he wasn't Yang Mingzhao?
Woolen cloth?
Then, this delicate and elegant scholar leaned on the wall and breathed heavily, like a dead social animal who was neglecting exercise but was forced to run a full marathon.
It took him nearly half a minute to finally adjust his whistling to a calmer tone, and then gave a stiff but awkward smile to his junior brother: "I, my lord... ah no, senior brother, I have always felt that I
He is a civilian, but he is really not good at fighting."
Killian had nothing to say and could only smile. You were the most excited when you were fighting just now. If you are not good at fighting, then am I not even a rookie?
While he was cursing, he used his mind power to control the blade to penetrate from the back of the enemy's neck.
The dying Myshandar Troll opened its mouth wide, as if he wanted to scream, but because his vocal cords had been severed long ago, no sound came out. His huge body was like a puppet whose strings had been removed.
Yes, it was still twitching when it fell to the ground.
Even when the zero element separated from the body, the twitching did not stop completely. However, this finally meant that this tragic battle was over.
In the beginning, two masters of the Spiritual Research Society led their own marines to fight in the rear, but there were more and more enemies. Not only unknown armed men with sophisticated weapons, but also combat robots with excellent performance, and even psykers.
Then two more came.
Fortunately, these two psykers are probably only first-level rookies. Being able to pull a car with telekinesis is the limit.
Unfortunately, most ordinary people can't tell the high ground of psychic abilities. Our Marines only know that there are three enemy psykers, and we only have two masters of the Spiritual Research Society. 3 vs. 2, no advantage.
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As a result, some Marines actually fled on the spot.
...Anyway, now that Mr. President has run away, he is worthy of the salary paid by the Community Government.
Of course, there are also some soldiers who stay and continue to fight, including all the internal security soldiers of the Internal Affairs Bureau. This should be attributed to the disciplinary rectification of the Chairman of the Internal Affairs Committee, Mr. Shona, after he took office. From this perspective, there are still many soldiers on Earth who are still on earth.
The Chairman of the Generalissimo deserves a medal. But why can’t Mr. President, who knows people well and makes good use of them, be considered a credit?
But no matter what, his own numbers were indeed at an absolute disadvantage. Several times, Kilian even felt that his fate was about to be decided here, but with a third of luck and a third of hard work,
With three points of the master's secrets and one part of blessings, I finally managed to persevere until the end.
When the eldest brother finally completed the prerequisites for opening up, transformed into an iron giant and began to trample blood, except for the two psykers, no one on his side was still standing.
Killian Shazabi looked at the passage littered with corpses and felt a little sad for a moment. He had actually gained a lot from this battle, but if possible, he did not want to use such a tragic method to grow.
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Immediately afterwards, he saw the huge corpse of the troll that was still twitching and flashing with spiritual light, and he couldn't help but admire: "They are indeed the Myshandar man-eating trolls! Legend has it that their stomachs can even digest nuclear waste.
, even without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the vitality is still as tenacious as the cosmic protozoa."
"It's not an exaggeration to say that nuclear waste can be digested. This has exceeded the scope of carbon-based organisms. However, they should be able to digest stones and scrap steel." Yang Mingzhao said.
"...I think stone and scrap steel are beyond the scope of carbon-based organisms."
Yang Mingzhao laughed, holding on to the wall with one hand and supporting his waist with the other to help him stand up straight. He didn't forget to take out a bottle of oral liquid with a suspicious color and poured it into it.
Then, a trace of blood flowed on Yang Mingzhao's face, as if his body had been hollowed out. His whole posture became full of life again.
Well, compared to Yang Mingzhao, who was just in front of him when his body was empty and could only take drugs, Killian Sazabi, who controlled the flying blades to fly all over the sky and strike deadly blows, was more like a master.
Yang Mingzhao, who had regained his energy, asked: "By the way, did you just want to say that I was very excited when I was fighting, and I didn't seem to be bad at it at all?"
"This..." Killian began to laugh dryly.
"Do you still want to say that my cautious approach makes me look too much like a greasy bureaucrat who follows the rules. I am not a warrior at all, let alone a psychic, right?"
The senior brother is indeed able to read minds. This time, Killian couldn't even laugh, and was only moved in his heart: "Senior brother, thank you for your hard work!"
He still felt that the senior brother actually wronged him in order to play the promising role of a bureaucrat well.
Yang Mingzhao understood what the other party meant. He wanted to say that he was not actually acting, but that he was enjoying his current career plan. However, it was really hard to tell, so he just said: "Junior brother, you still don't practice enough! The universe is balanced.
Yes, it is very difficult for a race with astonishing physique and tenacious vitality like the Myshandar Trolls to awaken spiritual energy. Even if it is awakened, most of it is related to physical strength and strength. But just now, you have seen this guy's battle.
Are you here?"
Killian nodded: "His body has been transformed into elements, and he is still using the spirit of speech to condense storms. It is most likely that he is 'controlled' by me. Well, the control of trolls is a bit beyond my common sense."
"As a psyker, how can you be affected by stereotypes?"
"In any case, a troll that can use speech spirits and elemental cells is no longer an ordinary troll. It must hit hard, and it must be done as soon as possible." Yang Mingzhao said: "...But, to make such a troll
The enemy is overwhelmed, and I must explode all my strength in the shortest possible time. Only then can I have a chance of victory. I can send but cannot withdraw. How can this still prove my talent?"
Killian thought carefully about the too beautiful battle scene just now. From this point of view, it seems reasonable for the senior brother to say that his output was too strong all at once, although he still felt that something was wrong.
Yang Mingzhao added: "However, they are definitely not predators."
Killian was startled for a moment, then became interested: "Eldest brother, you mean that their identities have been found out?"
"Not at all. Junior brother, do you think I am some kind of walking database?" Yang Mingzhao spread his hands and said: "However, I videotaped the whole battle just now and the appearance of these robots. I don't know, but Master
Maybe someone over there will know something."
Naturally, Killian would not object. He could see in his senior brother the shadow of Tan Jize, the eldest brother from his days as a foreign student; he felt that this type of talent is the type that seeks the country with maturity, and what they do must be reasonable, and they must be better than himself anyway.
Makes sense.
He used his mind to collect all the zero elements scattered around, and asked: "What about us now? Go to the bridge for reinforcements, or go to the President?"
Yang Mingzhao did not hesitate at all: "Go and save the president."
Of course Killian would not have any objections. However, he then heard the elder brother add: "The bridge is being besieged. If the enemy has two or more psykers of the same level as this troll, there is actually
It can't be defended. It's too late for us to rush over now."
Killian had a small face and didn't know what expression to use for a moment. He felt that there was no need for the other party to tell him such a cruel thing.
This means that there is no way to save the bridge, but is it still possible to save President Nikita? Then, as a member of the secretary team, it is our duty to find him and protect him.
Speaking of which, Mr. President Nishita is followed by Lieutenant Colonel Pom, who is also an experienced veteran and is equipped with a heraldic machine. He should be able to hold on until we get to the place.
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In the dense rain of bullets, Lieutenant Colonel Bohm stretched out his broad wrist, grabbed Keith Nichta's shoulder, and dragged the president, who was still in a daze, half-carried behind a temporary isolation hatch.
"Your Excellency, let's go quickly!"
However, before he could manually close the hatch, half a dozen blaster beams pierced the burly body of the guard captain. This loyal guard captain, a psyker with an astonishing physique, looked at him with disbelief.
Look at the holes in your chest.
Then, he also saw blood seeping out of the hole.
"...Your Excellency, Zumtrek is really not easy to use!" The guard captain's eyes were filled with sadness, and even a little bit of grief and anger.
He really couldn't help but feel sad and angry.
Half an hour ago, he was still a psyker with a sigil machine. The sigil machine on his body was the Paladin MK2 model that had just been put into production. It was an enhanced version of the Guardian model. It was strengthened by using the latest spirit circuit.
The design - to put it bluntly, it is copied from the Empire's Crimson Machine; it also uses the newly designed Zumtrek Alchemy Power Furnace owned by Blue Label Company.
As we all know, the largest alchemical weapons manufacturer in the community is Herring-Oil Alchemy Heavy Industries. However, this company is actually a legacy left over from the era of imperial rule. The company has always been controlled by the Co-Prosperity Party, so naturally it is not very popular with political friends.
The party and government are waiting to see you.
...Oh, the current government is not a government of political allies, but a so-called coalition government.
In fact, President Nikita had been looking for a replacement in this regard long before the war, not to mention that the war with the empire had already begun.
Therefore, when the well-established Blue Label Company came forward to bid, President Nishita was naturally very pleased.
Then, there is the latest heraldic machine alchemy power engine, named Zumtrik type, and the latest heraldic machine Paladin type 2.
Then, there was the tragedy of Lieutenant Colonel Boehm's heraldic machine crashing during the battle.
This is a really big tragedy! Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was just protecting Mr. President as he retreated to the shelter, deploying two force field shields to block bullets, and using blaster cannons to blast away some enemies blocking the way.
The capable ones have never met each other, and it is not considered a high-intensity battle at all. Why did it just shut down?
Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was also an experienced veteran. Instead of being trapped in the priceless alchemist mecha and waiting for death, he immediately discarded the mecha and escorted the president on foot to continue the evacuation.
His judgment cannot be criticized. As a guard captain, he did successfully send President Nishita to the entrance and exit of Area D. As long as you pass through this passage, you can see the entrance to the rescue cabin.
If it weren't for this last volley, everything would be perfect.
...No, if there was a heraldry machine, how could I be beaten like this by the weapons of the soldiers?
I'm not even so exhausted that I can't even let go of Iron Skin.
Lieutenant Colonel Bohm blocked the door of the passage with his burly body. His eyes looking at President Nishita were naturally filled with sadness. He began to miss his first heraldic machine, the bulky Guard. Although that thing had high performance Less than half of the Imperial Scarlet Machine, but at least it’s reliable!
That beloved machine in my memory has been sent to the front line in the New World, right? We, the Presidential Guard, who did not have to go to the battlefield, became the first batch of people to equip this new type of heraldic machine. At that time, many media and even congressmen were criticizing us. Now, Look, isn’t it foresight?
So, am I the one who was tricked by my foresight?
Of course, although Lieutenant Colonel Bohm was grief-stricken, but in the eyes of President Nishita, who was protecting him, the guard captain's eyes were full of determination and fearlessness, as if he was playing a heroic elegy. of.
The tough-guy president suddenly shed tears of heroism. He wanted to hold the guard captain's hand, and probably wanted to ask him if he had any unfulfilled wishes.
The latter was even a little bit dumbfounded for a moment, and then he let out a breath of relief. He pushed the president forcefully into the passage and whispered: "Let's go, Your Excellency! Both Zumtrek and Blue Label deserve to die." ah!"
He then turned around again and shifted his gaze to the attackers who were armed with live ammunition. He grinned widely and let out a heroic laugh: "Hahaha! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all!"
His voice was hoarse and full of pressure, but it did not let the attackers waver in the slightest. They kept shooting, trying to tear the body of the guard captain into pieces with fierce firepower, and by the way, they could also tear the body behind him apart. of presidents shredded.
However, the dying lieutenant colonel's body had a steel-like aura flowing out of him, and it was like a statue embedded in the channel buckle.
Under his cover, the hatch was finally closed.
President Nishita, who had already entered the passage, suddenly discovered that he was the only one left.
Of course he also wants to use the terminal to contact others, but the ship seems to be densely covered with communication interference barriers that he cannot understand, and there is no signal. Of course, the wireless function is still intact, such as stand-alone games, and the map inside the ship.
He hurriedly pulled up the map, determined the location, and then took out the pistol, which was given to him by a guard just now.
It took President Nishita more than three times as long as a military cadet who had been enrolled for a week before he hurriedly loaded the magazine and trembled towards the end of the passage.
He felt that his steps were soft, and every step was like stepping on cotton. The passage ahead was brightly lit, spacious and clean, but empty. In the eyes of the president, it was as scary as a ghost. Indeed.
No matter where he is, Mr. President is always surrounded by people. Indeed, he has not been so alone for a long time.
Then, he couldn't help but stand still because he did hear human voices.
"President Keith Nichita?"
This gloomy voice was not a question, nor was it even a confirmation, but rather a sense of ritual before an attack.
A strange burning sensation that he had never experienced before passed through the president's torso. His back hit the wall, and the strange burning sensation turned into pain and spread throughout his body.
"I was hit? Was I just hit like this?" He made this judgment in an unusually calm manner. Then, he cried out in an unusually calm manner.
"I was hit? I, Keith Nishita, the heroic leader of the community, my fate is going to end here? This, this is unscientific! Why is this happening?"