The out-of-control will looked at the figure in the carriage, it was a gift from the darkness, the power of mortals was not able to resist it, and the shrike had no chance of winning, but just as Galahad was about to tear it to pieces, the huge wind pressure covered him, and then the sound of the mountains cracking slowly arrived.

The heavy blow from afar carried the power of a thousand engines, and the qi wave that exploded in an instant rippled heavily.

It was a projectile weighing thirty kilograms, and it hit the already out-of-control Galahad with an extremely high speed of discharge, this level of attack was not as high as being hit head-on by the latest heavy load, even the unknown force could not resist this huge kinetic energy, only to see Galahad's body shape twisted strangely, and then was hit out hard.

The projectile dragged him into the ground fiercely, and then the front end of the warhead exploded, and the violent gunpowder released a huge amount of heat energy, and the internal bomb embedded in it was also detonated, and the flowing mercury was evaporated in an instant, and for a time the deadly mercury vapor wrapped the explosion point.

Shrike's heart was beating violently, this kind of self-bait action was really risky, and even one wrong step would have him cut into minced flesh by Galahad's wings.

On the other side, the muzzle of the smoothbore gun was filled with smoke, and the frame of the hull began to tilt due to the huge recoil, and the soldiers hurried to reload the guns, which had been transported there to kill the large targets, but instead used them on their own people.

"Reload!

Without the slightest mercy, from the time Galahad was out of control, the shrike no longer regarded him as the man he once knew.

There was another roar, and the heavy projectile knocked down the figure that was about to stand up again, and the milky white mercury vapor rose in the raging fire, after all, the demons are just a group of strange and mysterious monsters, no matter how terrible they are, they still retain the characteristics of "creatures", then conventional physical means are still effective.

Galahad's body was distorted by the shock, and it stands to reason that with a human body, his internal organs had already shattered under the heavy blow, but the terrifying life force dominated the body, and the shattered bones were repositioned by the strong muscles, and he slowly stood up for the next round of attacks.

The roar came again, and the shattering blade of the sword tore through the milky white mercury vapor behind the blinding fireworks, the deadly gas that had no effect on Galahad, the armor controlling and protecting him.

Dense explosions rang out, not only did Galahad withstand the attack, but the dungeon was also crumbling under the continuous fire and explosions, the solid body of decades was on the verge of shattering, and the internal structure had been destroyed and began to collapse, like a coffin, sleeping everything that was filthy under the earth.

Picking up his silver-white spear, Shrike filled it with a special bullet, then looked through the lens into the crater.

Under the lens, it was the vitality of the demon god, and under the protection of that armor, it was no longer a human life.

The black angel stretched his wings as hard as he could, and with the sound of flesh wriggling, new blades extended from his elbows, plumping them up again, and the fabric resembling biological muscle tissue beneath the steel feathers cracked through dark red gaps, and then as if emitting heat, gray steam was released from them.

It was rising steam, and in the blink of an eye it covered the crater, and the shrike could not see him.

"Keep suppressing!"

Shrike yelled at the realization that something was wrong, and then the roar of the roaring shelling overshadowed his roar.

It was not a picture that could have been captured by a man, but at this moment of life and death, all of Shrike's senses seemed to become extremely sharp, and he saw it.

The black angel carried a thousand swords, shining with white light and gray steam, under the rapid gallop, the steel feather made a piercing sound, and actually reached a feeling similar to gliding on the ground, and the deadly projectile in front of him swirled, I saw him twist his body, wave his hand at will, so the thousand swords slashed heavily on the projectile.

It was a blinding explosion, because it was too close to the shock wave and directly overturned the shrike, and at the end of the field of vision, the pitch-black angel spread its wings and stepped out of the burning fire, the milky white mercury vapor detached along the sharp edge, and the eyes were pitch black, like a messenger of death.

The next second, the black angel descended on him, and the sharp steel feathers fell one by one like a cage, sealing all the retreats of the shrike.

The silver-white muzzle of the gun was pressed against his heart, and the shrike raised his head under great psychological pressure, only to see that Galahad's face was also covered with tiny scales, his eyes were dull and pure black, and his pale face was full of incomprehensible sadness.

Wake up! Galahad!

Shrike cried out weakly in his heart, his spirit was tormented, he could no longer speak, and the blade of the sword pierced through his body like a spike as it fell, and the blood slowly passed away from the warm body.

As if aware of the shrike's grief, Galahad seemed to recognize his former friend, and he gently leaned down and embraced him.

So a thousand swords were inserted.

......

The sharp sound of steel grinding echoed in his ears, cutting his eardrums like sharp knives.

It seemed that the shrike was going to die like this, at the hands of Galahad. To be honest, the death was approaching, but the shrike had no fear, he just felt sad, Galahad killed the robin, and now he was going to kill himself, he was his friend, the one who fought against the monster, but in the end he became a monster.

How ironic......

The sharp blade in his eyes continued to expand, but at that moment the spear full of circuits pierced through the steel cage and hit Galahad's body, it failed to penetrate the strong armor, but the sharp barb popped out of the front and grabbed Galahad's body.

"Bird, fly!"

The sound of hell sounded in his ears, and the sound reminded him of a certain psychopathy, but before he could recall the appearance of that neurotic, more spears hit Galahad, and although they failed to kill him, the barb that popped out was like a shackle that imprisoned him.

The dazzling light of fire crossed in front of his eyes, the steely wings melted one by one, and the hot molten iron dripped on the body of the shrike, and he couldn't help but roar in pain, but although it was painful, he seemed to survive, and a hand reached in and grabbed him along the fused cage, and then dragged the shrike out.

"The bird is safe, start retrieving Galahad!"

The man, dressed in a white coat and wearing a gas mask with a strainer on his face, seemed to realize that the shrike was looking at him, so the eyelids on the dark circles barely lifted, and greeted the shrike with sickly excited eyes.

As the man's words fell, Berau felt a numb feeling, the floating objects in the air in front of him began to glow and then extinguished, his hair slowly raised, as if someone was gently brushing him, and the next second the flowing electric light surged from the two of them instantly, and the light shone on everything, as if the thunder god had descended into the world.

The wings whispered, and the thousand swords leaped out, but Galahad was bound by the spear, and just as he was the last bit of distance, a huge power pierced through him.

The light lit up the tired eyes of the shrieks, these were the spears, each with a cable connected to it, it was not intended to penetrate Galahad in the first place, it was meant to connect to electricity.

"Come put it on. ”

The man, as if admiring the scenery, gave the shrike a gas mask identical to his own, and then the gunshots rang out.

The electricity completely stopped Galahad's movements, and one iron can after another fell beside him, and the yellowish anesthetic gushed out, completely enveloping the hideous body, and the violent action began to slow down under this large dose, like a trapped beast fight.

"Why are you here, Nikolai. ”

Looking at this neurotic, the shrike did not have the joy of not dying.

Nikolai pointed to Galahad in the electric light, his tone was full of exhaustion, and his voice was high and low, as if his voice was dumb.

"Galahad could die, but the original sin armor on his body was expensive, and we still need trial data. ”

More men stepped out of the iron serpent at the rear, heavily armed and well armed.

It was only then that the shrike realized his mistake, the armor of original sin was not something to be worn by one person, these damn lunatics were in that carriage in the first place, they never spared anyone's life for the sake of so-called progress, and tonight's battle was only a weapon test for them.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Shrike roared angrily, and Nikolai was not affected in the slightest, but said casually.

"These knights are all specialized, and the nerve pollution they can withstand is much stronger than that of a bird like you, but obviously not everyone is Lancelot, and at the moment no other knight commander except him has been able to control the armor, and Galahad is even worse, he is controlled by the armor. ”

There was not the slightest hint of reflection in his tone, and everyone was just guinea pigs in front of Nikolai.

The gas masks reflected the dark figures of the thunder, and more people passed the two, dressed entirely in iron locks, and their bodies formed a human-shaped Faraday cage to avoid possible electric shocks, dragging the cables, and Galahad was moved by them like a wild dog.

The black angel, who had just been unstoppable, was subdued by the professionals, and then the pitch-black coffin was transported down from the iron serpent.

I don't know what kind of metal frame, the dark gold surface is carved with strange and hideous reliefs, and the copper pipes are densely covered on the edge of the coffin, this seems to be a beautiful painting, angels descend to earth, and it seems that endless demons rise from the shadows.

The hexagons of the coffin bounced up one by one, it was a silver-white nail, but it was like a bolt in a mechanical structure, the coffin opened and spewed out endless white cold air, the air heated by the fire instantly fell below zero, and fine frost was generated on the surface of the metal.

The dead dog-like Galahad was dragged to the edge, and in order to control the out-of-control knight, the Iron Serpent carried hundreds of meters of cables, and the continuous electric shock paralyzed the muscles to suppress all of Galahad's movements, and as he was put into the ice-like coffin, the tired body erupted with incredible power again.

The dark eyes looked strangely to the other side, and the dark red muscles tensed again.

The sharp steel feathers sliced through the soldier's iron suit in an instant, and the high-voltage current burned it to char in an instant, and then the blade of the sword swung down to cut several cables.

"If you can still move, come and help!"

Nikolai also panicked, according to the experimental data, the original sin armor should have lost its ability to move, but the truth is so abnormal, the blade of the sword is swung high and kills one person after another who binds him.

Struggling as hard as he could, the sound of the landslide sounded for the last time, it was a galloping projectile, which hit Galahad in an instant, but with this shelling, the iron snake loaded with the smoothbore cannon finally turned over under the continuous shelling.

Shrike struggled to his feet, and at the last moment he picked up his silver-white spear and slammed it down on Galahad, which was covered with sharp barbs like thorns.

Shelling and smashing, Galahad, who had just escaped from the electric shock, lost his balance for a while, and at this time, the new electric shock spear hit Galahad, like a torch to drive away a wild beast, Nikolai took out a heavy revolver, obviously his body was so thin, but the huge recoil could not shake him a bit, one shot after another, the projectile was like a heavy fist to force Galahad back step by step.

After missing the last bullet, the unbalanced Galahad was finally forced in, and then the coffin was sealed, and the silver nails that bounced off fell one by one, reinforcing it doubly.

The dull sound of crashing came from it, like a demon knocking on the door.

Nikolai let out a long sigh, took off his gas mask, and took a cigarette in his sickly pale face, only to see him sit slowly on top of the coffin, his hand gently brushing the frost-covered metal surface.

"Galahad is recovering and preparing to evacuate, and this place will be handed over to the Purifier. ”

The impact continued, shattering the ice on the surface, countless pipes reaching out of the serpent and connecting into the coffin, and it was not clear what they had injected into it, the restless coffin calmed down after a few minutes, and the screaming Geiger counter fell silent, and the mad demon was finally pacified.

"Nikolai, I need an explanation. ”

Shrike struggled to his feet, blood gushing from every wound in his body, but he didn't care, the look under the mask was furious like never before.

"Don't worry, all this is with the permission of Arthur and the Chief. ”

Nikolai was amused by the anger of the shrike, and he continued.

"In about a month, Arthur will have a round table at the Shattered Dome, where all your questions will be answered, but before that you have to find a way to survive until then. ”

Shrike's expression was a little strange, and he wanted to say something, but there was chaos in his field of vision, and excessive blood loss and injuries broke out in full force at this moment.

Nikolai sighed at the weakly fallen shrike, but soon a group of soldiers lifted him, and as the superior knight of the purification mechanism, the shrike could not just die.

The engine began to roar, and Nikolai walked leisurely on the scorched battlefield, his cloudy gaze scanning the burning world back and forth, and finally leaving a white back, and above the white coat, the black viper bit his tail, winding and stretching, endlessly.