The steel floor shattered into countless pieces.

The black-and-white figure skimmed over the rapid airflow.

Scattered across the sky were flowing blue dots of light.

Pulse bullets smashed into the converging metal, bursting through countless points of light.

It's hard to hurt in the slightest.

"Shock Gold Shell ......"

Sharp claws pierced into the black helmet, piercing the blue tactical warnings, followed by splatters of blood and shattered glass.

The Mistwalker's head was pinned to the ground, and a fishy liquid flowed to the ground.

Hegisa knew this and showed no mercy.

Arcs of electricity are intertwined on the body, exoskeleton unit modules are constantly flashing and recombining, the fully enclosed shell is dressed again, and the streamlined helmet lights up like a screen.

DIE。

That was the last sight of the next dead person reflected on the tactical template.

"Dead !!!!"

Sharp steps followed Hegisa's figure as he ducked into the crowd, his sharp trembling blades slicing through body after body, his scarlet-dyed claws pulling out a string of bright electrolytes from the shards.

It exploded in his hand, and the blue liquid splashed on the blood-red text of the visor.

Let them flow like a waterfall.

Dozens of mangled corpses shattered to the ground, crimson blood running down the cold steel.

The pain in his shoulder made him even more sober and painful to witness the scene.

Without mercy.

At this moment, he saw those black-clothed colleagues turn into black-and-red figures, torn apart and dismembered in the hands of a slender demon, and then turned into blue nutrients and sucked into the black-and-white figure.

"No......" came out of his mouth like a moan, and the arbitrator's unbalanced body struggled to prop it up with one hand, chasing the blood from the mechanical stilt.

"Dead !!!"

The sound wrapped beneath the streamlined visor-armored helmet distorted into a strange pitch-changing electron, like a block of color tapping on a clipboard, but mottled and reflected in a bright red trajectory.

"Dead !!!"

Trembling blue lightning spread all over the dark gray blade, cutting through the black melon fruit, revealing the red preserved petals inside, spraying on the dark gray ruler like watermelon juice, and being thrown back into the black shell as best as possible.

"Die."

Huo Qi swallowed his saliva.

His black eyes can be clearly seen on his face without a helmet, intertwined with complex emotional fluctuations.

A hint of pity, a hint of horror, but more of a tremor.

If it's not a crack generator, it's the equivalent of a legion.

What can a city guard with only a few dozen people count?

It's like a piece of genetically modified watermelon from the freezer, as bright red as blood on the ground.

The endless power in his body temporarily pressed down those green shackles, and Ye Mu let out a breath under the visor, and the "DIE" that flowed through the visor like a waterfall was extremely eye-catching in the false sunlight.

In just half a minute, she killed 67 people.

Feel the tremor of the blade grinding into sparks, and then the flesh cut by the trend. Even the pitch-black muzzle was cut open like tofu under a high-frequency frequency knife, and then crushed.

It's just vulnerable.

At this time, the sky could no longer see the raindrops of blue pulsed bullets, and their owners had been shattered into the abyss.

Fear spread in the black humanoid, and the thick body of two meters tall trembled the gun in his hand.

Fear.

Huo Qi could hear the click of the captain just pinching the joints of his hand behind him—the jet-powered gloves he carried with him, because they were his arms, his sharp blades.

The blade trembled.

"If, under the erosion of the suppressor, she can slaughter an elite army, even if they are wounded."

Huo Qi heard the captain's tone, a little gloomy, and lost.

"And what was the battle against me in Lab 1078?"

Pei Luo's eyes swept over the appearance of Jing Lu caressing her eyes, and pressed the trembling muzzle of the team member behind him.

Fear flowed from the white barrel onto his power armor, and he was a little disappointed.

Two beams of red light that broke through the sky cut a broken rainbow mouth on the weather system, shining on the charred corpses - fortunately, there was no magnetic rainstorm this time.

But Pei Luo saw the plasma rays spiraling with heterochromatic ripples, and the one that was sprayed on his energy shield at close range was as fragile as a wooden toothpick compared to this great force.

Professor, what kind of monster have you made?

Have you ever seen such a massacre?

Magnet was already sitting on the heavy wall that she had stuffed into the ground with her own hands.

It's steel, and it's a little cold.

It was also the first time she had seen it like slaughter.

Although it is very bloody, the war record on the Internet is much harsher than this.

Xiaozui smiled silently, and she began to appreciate the scene.

The bloody figure is bright red on the black and white, and the blood is like the "H" character of the blue light band sprinkled drop by drop from the faucet of the dead trigger.

Yemu saw his appearance in the blood, and the distant image in his vision saw that he was only a red shadow in Hegisa's eyes.

"Whew-"

It was the sound of the blade cutting through the air, and the right angle of the ruler knife was aimed at the man who had fallen to the ground at some point.

He looked around and found himself in a slaughterhouse strewn with corpses.

A garbage dump for dismembered figures.

"At this time, should I smile and ask you, what is 1000-7?"

The blade dangled over Hegiza's head, and first-class blood dripped in his eyes.

But he didn't dare blink, even though the air and murderous aura had made his artificial eyeballs constantly alarmed, and there was no bloodshot trembling in his sockets.

He couldn't understand Yemu's words because he didn't read comics.

"You can't kill me."

He tried his best not to sound so shaky.

But it's hard, and the pale lips are already starting to tremble.

He began to realize how stupid it was to receive Yuan Shou's remote secret order.

Then he had to admire the arbitration, although he didn't know why he could still think of it when he was facing death.

That's a promising kid, and he's only been an assault squad leader for two years since he came in.

It was this assault squad leader who put shackles on the mechanical monster in human skin in front of him.

It doesn't work at all, though.

"Forget it, it's boring."

The blade hung from her hand, perpendicular to the ground, like simple mathematical geometry, and the shadows intertwined into an acute angle.

"Bang ......"

The two blades are joined back and forth to weave into another sharp angle.

It's like a giant pair of scissors.

Able to easily shatter their own exoskeleton armor and slice through their own fragile mods.

But suddenly, a flash of green appeared in his dark eyes.

The electricity spread over the demon's body, causing her to hang down and bow her head to herself.

The scissors hung down to the ground as if they had loosened a screw, an acute angle, and the shadow of the monster obscured it.

Shackles, it doesn't seem to be so useless?

Hegiza was a little surprised, it was a weak emotion squeezed in horror.

Crush and crush.

The angle opened and closed, and a human head flew high, in the blue energy fluctuations, mixed with the closed acute angle, and fell neatly to the cold floor.

"I've heard a joke."

Ye Mu's body stood up in an instant, and the shackles of the green light that was suppressed by the red light again.

"Xiaohong has indigestion, so she can pull whatever she eats."

"I don't want to talk about it below, it's a bit of a ruin to the atmosphere."

"But you're like her now."

Gently tapping the human head neatly placed on the ground, the other hand ripped out a fluorescent blue electrolyte and nanorepair unit container from the shattered power armor.

"Because you've got only one head left."

Killing people is never difficult, like the thugs that used to be slaughtered at will.

But it's the same time to tear up so many figurines with your own hands like today.

However, these power armors are much more expensive than figurines, and they must not pass the social hazard test, right?

I don't know when, those angry emotions were gradually torn apart by the cold tyranny.

It seems like when the hand passes through the first brain?

She smiled at the paws that were still dripping blood, and then looked at the one-armed boy who had passed out at some point.

It's annoying.

I'm looking for a professor.

In front of the waterfall washing over "DIE's" smooth visor, she clicked on an AR screen, and the histograms on it were put together into a kind of messy lines, and one by one they zoomed in and out in front of her eyes.

Communicating......

Unable to connect.

Communicating......

Unable to connect.

Communicating......

Without further attempts, she turned off the AR screen and clicked on a delayed text message, which was a red data envelope signed by Gou Li.

That bald Wu Ke.

Click on the communication, and the powerful eyes and high-speed electronic brain process all the words.

The electrolyte burst in his hand.

She remembered the robot shape that molded into a beautiful girl with short hair.

Then it turns into a blue human head, data and letters flowing on the epidermis.

Finally, it changed to its original form, a blue cube with a golden ratio.

"Photon Tik." He muttered to the image in his mind.

The words of artificial intelligence in the bustling streets are replayed in the ears of mechanical cats stained with the blood of others.

"Maybe you think you're in the camp of humanity and that this country is full of goodwill towards you."

"Your maker may care about you."

"But don't forget, your body is not yourself after all."

"I don't know what kind of being you are, maybe it's a human brain, maybe it's an artificial intelligence, maybe it's just a piece of programming – obviously that's impossible."

"You're completely unwary."

"Your fist might be able to smash a tall building and set off those ionic highways embedded in silicon."

"But in the end, you have to be conditioned by your body."

My maker has been very good to me.

But he can be put in a cell-blocking cell by the other makers.

So now, to whom is the power to govern me?

Malevolence permeated his heart, and the man's soul trembled in the artificial body, and the exoskeleton began to crumble.

A circular geometry, with rounded edges made of lasers, cuts a red-hot channel through the air and emerges into the sensors of the red alert.

The electronic brain gave an analysis in an instant.

It is a huge shuriken that cuts air in the center of the center and quickly rotates and cuts.

[Prosthetic function is limited...... 54%】