"Quick, act!" Among the crowd that came to the auction were a group of people with two strangely painted mechs, who gave the two steam mechs the task of cleaning up the witnesses, and chased them towards the display stand, carrying the red-hot steam repeater in their hands.

Obviously, their real target is the mecha known as "Planet" or the designer behind it, "Mr. Z".

Screams, cries, staccato in the messy sound of gunfire and the sound of greatsword slicing through the air. The two steam mechs, whose origins were covered with paint, were like jackals in a flock of sheep, fighting wantonly, blood staining their decks red, and blood droplets slowly flowed down the cracks in the armor and fell to the ground, gathering blood between the corpses.

Syllable! One of the steam mechs picked up the serrated sword in his hand and hooked the tip of the sword to the chest of a drinking girl. The girl's already light clothes fell to the ground, and her beautiful body was completely exposed, but it was soaked in blood. Before she could scream, the fire bolt on the mecha's shoulder had already fired, and the fiery projectile pierced her body, like hitting a white moth with a stone, and the girl flew out, and by the time she was halfway there, she had already been shattered in the gunfire.

Another steam mech swung the serrated sword in his hand, the nearly two-meter-long sword full of crocodile-like toothed blades, which could easily cut through chairs, tables, or corpses. The guns rang out, and they swirled and spewed flames over the mech's shoulders and waist, as if they would never overheat.

The pilots of the two mechs did not make a sound throughout, and their goal was to silence them, without delaying the rest of their companions.

The same comrades who had shot down the chandelier on the ceiling with repeating guns had rushed to the display, some of them disassembling the planetary mechs and trying to transport them away, while others were chasing after the warehouse behind the display, where more steam mechs were hidden, and even Mr. Z himself.

Suddenly, a distinctive roar was heard, and a large amount of white steam poured out from the darkness behind the warehouse, and the milky white steam spread out, as if a layer of frost had instantly formed on the ground, covering up the terrifying blood flow before.

"What...... What's the situation? Here are the drivers? Who launched the mech! Someone shouted, and he picked up the steam in his hand and stared at the center of the steam, not daring to move half a step, and if there was the slightest change, he would pull the trigger and shoot out the hot iron stream.

However, a few seconds passed, and the steam in front of him did not change at all, and it was still dense and unusual. There was no movement, no shadows, not even a little extra light.

Swish! The man with the haircuff suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he wanted to open his mouth to shout, but before he could shout a word, a black shadow flashed from behind and cut off his head.

Immediately afterward, the dense steam began to spread, pouring from the warehouse behind the display to the corpse-strewn hall. The two strangely painted steam mechs were still doing the final slaughter, and suddenly noticed the steam rushing to their feet, immediately stopped the killing in their hands, turned around in surprise, and began to search in the steam.

When encountering a mech, the pilots will immediately abandon the human target. After all, to be fair, the opponent of the mecha should also be a mecha.

Boom! A burst of sparks flashed from the deepest part of the vapor cloud, and a pale golden fireball was wrapped in smoke and tore through the curtain of steam, rapidly approaching one of the two mechs at a speed that was barely observable.

Sparks jumped in all directions, pale golden light flickered, and in a huge explosion, the left arm of the mecha that was hit by the fireball flew directly out, exploding into fragments of countless parts. A scream of pain was heard, and red blood flowed from the cut on the mech's left shoulder, mixed with black smoke. The pilot was also seriously injured, and the entire mecha was half-kneeling on the ground, temporarily losing its ability to fight.

The other steam mech reacted quickly, and without the slightest hesitation, it turned around and slashed the sawtooth sword in its hand into the steam cloud. The cloud of steam was torn apart by the force of the impact, like a sea struck by lightning, setting off waves.

Click! Suddenly, the sawtooth sword shook violently, and this row of slashes was actually blocked by the other party. The pilot felt a tingling pain coming from his arm, which was wrapped in armor, and the hard impact made his arm, as an ordinary human, a little unbearable.

A gust of wind blew over with a thick smell of blood, and finally blew away the milky white steam that had been used as a cover by the other party. A pitch-black figure appeared under the serrated blade.

It was a special steam mecha, and the driver had never seen a similar model. The mech in front of it looked extremely slender, somewhat similar to the planetary mecha on the display stand, its limbs were slender, but it was wrapped in delicate thin armor, and no internal parts were exposed.

The entire mech is painted in pitch black, with bright gold accents in some subtle places. Its visor is a monolithic one, with golden diamond-shaped lenses at the eye area, separating the outside world from the inside of the mech. The edges and corners of the face and head are unusually sharp, and the three steam nozzles on the back of the neck emit burning steam with pale golden flames, which looks like a heavy cloak.

In each hand, the mecha held a slender black curved sword, the blade was extremely narrow, only a finger's wide, and the back of the sword was engraved with a golden pattern that ran through the entire blade. The sword mouth glowed faintly, and the black and gold fused together, making the whole sword look sharp and dazzling.

The two curved swords were raised cross-legged overhead, just enough to block the attack of the sawtooth sword. Both sides were frantically exerting force, and the armor plates at the elbow joints of the two steam mechs opened at the same time, and slender traces gushed out from the steam vents hidden under them, which was the performance of the hydraulic device at its peak output.

The pilot who invaded the mecha couldn't imagine that the other party actually blocked his own powerful blow with only two slender arc swords, the sharp teeth on the blade of the serrated sword and the blade of the curved sword rubbed violently, flashing dazzling red sparks, and the pilot finally used the faint light brought by some sparks to distinguish the mecha code name engraved on the opponent's shoulder.

Immortal Black Gold.

A loud bang came from the side, and the invading mecha that had just been blasted off by the indestructible black gold got back on its feet. It held the serrated sword firmly in its remaining right hand, holding it to its chest like a riding spear, and the folding roller of its heel quickly fell, pulling a long trail of blood in the corpse-strewn venue, and rushing towards the indestructible black gold that was trying to resist the attack with all its might.

A cloud of steam enveloped the figures of the three metal giants.