On the other side, Baker, who hurried back to the audience, was also completely shocked by what he saw in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Corpses all over the ground.

More than 500 yellow robots as tall as two adults were running dangerous blue electricity up and down, trampling on all kinds of tattered corpses, constantly driving the only remaining living crowd to the center of the audience like sheep.

The people of Piltover, who were less than a few thousand alive, put up a desperate resistance with weapons they had prepared on the fly, or stolen from the dead researchers.

However, even so, their living space is gradually shrinking.

Although the attack power of the yellow-skinned robot is not very high, the speed of progress is not fast, and the way of attack is also single, mainly relying on two huge mechanical arms to carry out powerful physical attacks, but their shells are very hard, and ordinary energy attacks cannot cause them any damage at all.

Even a good craftsman-level or even a master-level Hextech weapon would have to concentrate their attacks in the same position for a long time before they could break a crack in their shells.

The conference rescue team, as well as the black-uniformed administrators, were completely gone. The people who were besieged by these yellow-skinned robots were basically ordinary people from Piltover who came to watch the game.

And these ordinary people of Piltover, who are basically at the three basic levels of learning craftsmen, cannot resist the siege of these more than 500 yellow-skinned robots.

The main force that is fighting against these yellow-skinned robots is mainly composed of researchers above the level of good craftsmen who are not controlled by Charles.

It's just that the strength of these people can be said to be a drop in the bucket.

In the beginning, in the battle with the dozens of researchers above the level of good craftsman controlled by Charles, they lost a lot of strength.

Now, the expressions on the faces of the researchers, who were able to do some damage to the yellow-skinned robots, were gradually starting to become a little overwhelmed.

In the crowd, Baker saw Eloti and the children in the distance, who were guarded by Coste.

Originally, Coster wanted to take Eloti and the children to find a gap and break out directly.

But unlike Jace, who left first, he had to take more than two dozen little children with him, which was really inconvenient to move, and every entrance and exit of the audience was blocked by the yellow-skinned robot.

In desperation, he had no choice but to protect these children and Eleti first.

When the chaos cleared up, he found that he was completely unable to escape from the audience, just like the thousands of Piltovers who were still alive.

If he was alone, it would be possible to skip these yellow-skinned robots and escape alone from the spectator seat that has become a Shura field at this moment, but this also means that these children behind him, these Baker's younger brothers and sisters, and Eleti, have to be like those ordinary people, and they will be beaten alive by the army of yellow-skinned robots.

Qiang gritted his teeth and insisted on saying everything until the last moment, and he made this decision silently in his heart.

With two Hextech pistols in hand, Coster escorted them back to the empty space in the center, protecting them from stray bullets from the energy beam or trampled by some panicked men.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when support would appear.

As long as someone opens a gap for them from the outside, he can seize the opportunity and escape from here with Eleti and the children.

To his astonishment, the children of the House of Hope who were guarding behind him were not crying or losing their minds like the other children of the younger age, but were obedient and obedient to all his arrangements.

Although their faces were full of frightened expressions, and a few of the younger ones were pulling at Eleti's dress tightly and refusing to let go, none of them were crying in the face of the 'meat sauce' that was constantly being photographed beyond recognition by the yellow-skinned robots on the periphery.

"Don't be afraid of !!"

The little boy named Kenny had a red face, desperately cheering up his friends.

"We can't cry! Everybody has to listen to Uncle Coster! Someone will come to save us! Big Brother Baker and Sister Tiffany will come to save us!"

Even his skinny body was involuntarily swinging, but he yelled hard, encouraging his friends to persevere.

"Just like last time, Big Brother Baker will definitely come to our rescue! We don't have the strength right now! Not dragging Uncle Coster down is the greatest help we can do now! So, don't cry! Follow Uncle Coster!"

The little fists clenched, and he shook his fists at the children who were playing the hardest.

At least for this moment, Koster feels lucky.

Among the nearly 20,000 or so spectators who died, those with children were almost dragged down by the children who collapsed and lost their minds, and died tragically under the giant palms of those yellow-skinned robots.

He didn't have to worry about that, as long as he kept looking for a safe place for them to hide from and not get too far from the perimeter.

"This Kenny will also be a malleable talent in the future. ”

Coste, who loves as much as his life, can't help but think of it at such a time.

The next moment, however, he burst out laughing.

Whether they are malleable talents or not, whether they can get out of here alive now has become a difficult question to say.

The speed at which the encirclement was shrinking was accelerating, and the death toll of the people or researchers who were still resisting on the periphery was also accelerating, and the survivors, who were originally still alive, left behind more than a thousand corpses in a few moments.

"At this rate, within five minutes, the last remaining 3,000 people here will all be killed......

Looking at the yellow-skinned robots on the periphery, Coster couldn't help but sigh.

Despair grows.

By this time, the despair in the hearts of those who were still struggling to resist had completely overwhelmed everything, and they threw down their weapons one after another, screaming frantically to squeeze away from the people behind them, and fled to the most central position.

And this just accelerates the advancement of the army of yellow-skinned robots.

Seeing that these yellow-skinned robots were about to complete the closure of the three-layer encirclement, they would all be wiped out of the turtles in the urn that were still alive.

Bang.

From the periphery of the three-layer encirclement, a huge sound of energy cannonade sounded.

Combining the ten floating muzzles behind him into an energy cannon, and holding it in his hand, Baker unleashed a heavy energy cannon strike at a yellow-skinned robot in the outermost circle.

This dazzling sky-blue energy bombardment with red light passed through the first yellow-skinned robot, brushed past the second, and finally made a large hole in the last robot in the three-layer encirclement.

"Don't panic, get out of the way, I'll make a gap!!"

The muzzle energy reunited, and Baker roared, firing another energy cannon towards the encirclement of the yellow-skinned robot.