The process of gradually taking over the whole Black Angel is wonderful, like a person who has lost everything and regains his senses little by little, first he can see, he can hear, he has the arm to punch, and then he has the iron foot that can leap.

Blood poured out of the wound in the chest, and if the firepower of the armor fire bolt was a few points higher, this blow might be able to destroy the black angel directly, charred flesh and red-hot steel, its figure was a little twisted, a little staggered, but it still managed to stand up, like a dying but crazy thug.

The gates were all sealed, the lifting platform rose to the top, and the night owl was also hearing the noisy sound of electricity, and he knew very well what was happening.

Sure enough, it still got out of hand, and like the end of many generations of armored pilots, even the witchers couldn't avoid the curse.

The night owl was not afraid, at this moment he suddenly had a sense of hellish mission, it turned out that to a certain extent, the three generations of armor do have reliable combat power, although it is not as good as the performance of the first generation of armor, but through external armor and weapons, it can barely catch up with the previous generation of armor.

The most important thing is the stability of the three generations of armor, which means that it can be mass-produced, and in the future, driving armor is no longer something that can only be done by knight commanders, and the combat power of the entire purification mechanism will be greatly improved.

It's an honor, and the time has come to prove yourself.

Clenching the blade of the sword calmly, the sword dancer stood firmly in place as before, as long as the black angel could not break through its defenses, it had the confidence to control the out-of-control black angel.

The night owl first lost his mind, and then pressed the button again, injecting the remaining Florent potions, keeping his consciousness awake in the erosion, and the next moment the black angel arrived with a blood mist.

It was a constant roar, and the iron feet slammed the metal ground, so powerful, all the muscles were releasing their strength to the fullest, without skin coverage, and the scarlet twisting and pulling could be clearly seen, like a group of entangled snakes.

As soon as the clenched blade was raised, the unbound black angel arrived in front of him, its speed was much faster than before, as if this was its original strength, and then before the sword dancer could react, the sharp iron feather slashed down.

"It's useless......"

As if to cheer himself up, the night owl whispered.

In previous encounters, Iron Feather had proven to be lethal against flesh and blood like demons, but when faced with the same steel, all it could do was leave a few mottled scratches.

If Lorenzo had been sane, he would not have made such a futile attack, and now it is certain that he has been eroded and completely out of control, and even the attack has turned into a beastly madness, with no tactics to speak of.

The slow speed finally kept up, but the Black Angel had no intention of evading it, and in its current state, it was bound to be defeated by a sword blow, and the Night Stalker was also merciless, and the best way to deal with the out-of-control armor was to suppress it.

The deadly blade was infinitely close to the Black Angel, and at this time it also realized the danger and prepared to avoid it, but it was too late, the steam engine roared, and the blade roared under the powerful force.

But at the moment when it was about to hit, the galloping blade paused violently, and it was this pause that gave the black angel time to escape, and it stepped on the blade, and the sharp iron feather slashed again.

Is it a coincidence?

Even the night owl couldn't believe it, in the slash just now, Iron Feather's broken blade cut into the gap in the armor and stuck into the mechanical joint, which was the fatal point that prevented the sword blade from rising.

There was no time for the Night Stalker to think about this, as the new heavy blow fell, and the Black Angel was like a nimble snake, quickly turning around the sword dancer, always one step ahead of the falling blade.

The constant sound of iron echoed in the ears, the battle between metal and metal, the dazzling sparks continued, and I don't know how many times the black angel attacked, but the next moment all the sounds disappeared, and the belated sword blade slashed into the air again, and the narrow field of vision on the visor lost the trace of the black angel.

Where did it go?

For the first time, the Night Stalker's heart panicked, and due to the difference in speed, in order not to widen the disadvantage, the Night Stalker had been trying to keep the Black Angel in his sight, but now it was gone.

The next moment, the sharp blade flashed, and the black angel leaped from below, and with a single blow directly hit the gap between the armor, cutting into those slightly vulnerable parts, and then the shattering continued until it extended to the armor, and the cold wind poured in.

The blade swung hard, and the sword dancer tried to force the Black Angel back with a wide sweep, and then it retreated into a corner, hiding its back in the corner as much as possible.

The night owl was panting, and he didn't react until blood flowed through his eye sockets, staining his vision red.

That blow directly left a deep dent in the face armor, and some of the night owl's injuries were not only like this, he was extremely vigilant, and the black angel's power was far greater than before, although the power was not able to destroy the armor, but it was enough to cut through it.

It didn't continue its pursuit, as before, each time the Black Angel stopped after inflicting an effective attack, and stood in a position that could be seen by the Sword Dancer, standing silently, like the pride and pity of the higher-ups, though it was covered in wounds.

I don't know if it's the erosion or whatever, but after vaguely realizing this, the night owl burns a little angry, and he tries to restrain his anger, only reason can defeat these demons.

The Sword Dancer raised his blade again, and at this moment the rails above arrived with new weapons, and the experiment had turned into a repressive operation in order to suppress the out-of-control Black Angel.

Communication was interrupted by erosion, but the Night Stalker knew the current situation very well, without the slightest hesitation, at the same time as the iron box fell, the Sword Dancer approached, it gave up its previous defense and turned to attack, it was not sure what the out-of-control Black Angel would do, but it knew very well that the current new weapon was its only chance to defeat it.

The three generations of armor are different from the first generation of armor, the main output of the first generation of armor is demon flesh and blood, even if the steam engine is out of service, only the flesh and blood body has been able to fight for a long time, but the three generations of armor are different, its power is limited by the steam engine, once the energy is exhausted it is a steel corpse.

Due to the high intensity of combat and experimentation, the Sword Dancer's energy was not filled up, and due to various differences, its endurance was far less than that of the Black Angel, and it needed to end it all before the steam engine was shut down.

The iron crate slammed into the ground, and then the crate cracked open, revealing a tall weapon rack underneath it, on which were placed armored weapons.

At the same time, in order to restrain the Black Angel's movements, the Sword Dancer simply threw the blade in his hand, and the heavy iron slashed through the air, such a speed obviously could not hit the Black Angel, and it dodged the attack with a slight lean, which was far from being able to do by the Sword Dancer.

As if teasing its prey, the strange laughter continued, the new flesh covered the wound in the chest again, the steam engine was wrapped in it, and the flesh shone faintly, like a burning heart.

The Sword Dancer was very inflexible, and in order to speed up as much as possible, the Night Stalker made his movements extremely simple, without making any superfluous movements, and from the first moment he occupied the weapon rack, he launched an attack, setting up a multi-meter-long armored electric spear gun and firing directly at the Black Angel.

The Black Angel also launched its offensive at this time, and it seemed to disdain to hunt prey that was incapable of resisting, and waited until the Sword Dancer had a weapon before attacking.

The slender steel nails carried the current passing through it, this is the last time the Black Angel got out of control, Nikolai specially developed a suppressive armor weapon, the steel nail will penetrate the mechanical structure, and the current on it can ensure that the flesh is temporarily paralyzed, to ensure that more steel nails hit.

The blazing white thunder surrounded the steel, as if it was a thunder spear thrown by a god, compared to the nimble black angel, it was still a little slower, the black angel's movement was weird, easily avoiding the first steel, it fell directly behind the black angel, but then the diffused current still interfered with the black angel along the metal ground.

The figure sluggished for a moment, followed by more spikes falling, and the Night Stalker struggled to keep his composure, firing in an orderly manner, ensuring that the Black Angel was cornered with limited ammo.

There are not many weapons on the weapon rack, only an electric nail gun and a eager sword, and the only effective weapons that Merlin can call over in a short period of time are these, of course, there are more weapons and support in the future, but with the endurance of the sword dancer, it is very likely that it will not last at that time.

One by one, the falling steel spears besieged the Black Angels, the difference between humans and beasts, mortals were fragile, but mortals would use tools and stratagems to kill creatures far stronger than them.

The night owl took a deep breath, he could do it, he could, as long as it continued like this, the black angel would be disturbed by the electric current, and the hit rate of the steel spear would gradually increase until the black angel was suppressed......

A sudden tremor interrupted all of the night owl's thoughts, and then he saw the dancing black angel.

The structure of the workshop is actually a vertical space with a certain arc, like an ellipse that approximates a cylinder, and the slightly angled wall of the well becomes the foothold of the black angel.

It was an almost impossible move for the armor to do, and it leaped to its feet, the sharp iron feathers that might not be able to cut through the sword dancer's outer armor, but it was enough to leave a few holes in the sturdy protection that would serve as a fulcrum for its advance.

"Evacuate Merlin!"

Nikolai yelled directly, the Black Angel's actions have proven that it has the ability to climb upwards, and it may be that this is its goal in the first place.

"No, wait!"

Merlin didn't agree, he just sat on the high platform and watched the Black Angel's actions.

The iron feather shook in the gallop, like a high-speed train, as if it would disintegrate and shatter in the next second, and the sword dancer also increased the frequency of fire, and the black angel's sudden turn made it startled, but soon more startling movements appeared.

The black angel spread its wings, and though heavy, it glided strangely through the air until the dark shadow obscured the earth, and it carried the light of the dome on its back, and the sword dancer could only observe the pitch black.

"How...... Something else. ”

The night owl was also a little unclear, he thought that the out-of-control black angel was trying to attack Merlin above, but it suddenly gave up the attack and turned to himself...... Or is it meant to be that?

I didn't have time to think about the dark shadow that came in an instant, followed by a red mist of blood and fireworks of steel.

At that moment, the black angel retracted its wings, as if it was a falling sword of the hanging skull, thousands of blades slashed fiercely, reaching the limit of the force, the scarlet blood mist poured out of the gap with blood, with the kinetic energy that fell from the height and everything this made, this was the strongest blow of the black angel.

The cold metal was torn into death threads, and they were all reddened in the high-speed friction, along with the sliced outer armor.

I didn't know that the few wings were shattered, and the arm that was swung was twisted as if it were broken, and at the same time, a large amount of blood poured out of it.

At the moment of life and death, everything seemed to slow down, and the night owl could see the blood and sparks scattered in the air, and he could also see the strange things that were close at hand, as if they had been pursued from a nightmare.

The twisted arm was entangled in the flesh and blood, and with a shuddering sound, the muscles tugged at broken bones or metal and the like, forcibly straightening it.

The fearful madness is wanton, this is the madness of the black angel, its initial target is the sword dancer, the night owl raises the electric spear gun violently, the hit rate is greatly increased at this distance, but the black angel is far faster than it, the sharp iron feather directly cut the gun in half, and at the same time a more intensive attack falls.

Losing the armor on his chest, the Sword Dancer could only raise his other hand to protect his chest, while the other hand clenched the Eager Sword, but before he could conduct a thermal slash, the swift Iron Feather hit the Sword Dancer's wrist with precision.

It was covered in solid armor, even if the Black Angel tried his best, it only destroyed one piece, but in order to ensure flexibility, the wrist part was only ordinary armor, it was twisted by heavy blows, and the sword that was just clenched was directly seized by the Black Angel, and then stabbed obliquely into the gaps in the armor.

The action was done in one go, as if it had been premeditated for a long time, and this was not the end, the black angel tore hard, maybe the frontal defense of the armor was strong enough, but it always relied on the structure to attach itself to the armor, with its force, crazy tearing, the sword dancer could not resist at all, and could only watch as the black angel tore off pieces of steel from it.

The sword dancer tried his best to hold his chest and protect the cockpit hard, it had already lost, and when the black angel descended from the sky, when it sliced through the first and last armor that could effectively stop it, the defeat was already set.

The armor that was joined together was sturdy, but when it was notched, it was no longer impossible to penetrate, and the night stalker's brain went blank, and all he was doing at the moment was delaying death.

The pitch-black feathers were like slashing minions, leaving a piercing arc in the air, and the rain slammed into the sword dancer's shell, and the wounds under the frantic minions were repeatedly torn and enlarged in a dense scraping sound, until the encased cables and complex internal machinery were all exposed.

The black angel smiled hideously, and in a trance the night owl seemed to see it open its mouth, and its sickly twisted body slowly executed the steel body.

The fear of death finally consumed his sanity, and the night stalker pushed all the buttons and levers he could touch, moving his body with all his might, but the sword dancer could not respond to his commands.

Sharp steel feathers pierced inside, slashing the Night Stalker's waist and abdomen, blood mixing with oil as it pulled away, shattering gears and cables squeezed from the Sword Dancer's body like internal organs.

The external armor was useless at the moment, the sharp claws easily peeled it off the armor, and the bloated sword dancer gradually became thin and thin, it was like a colossus surrounded by jackals, it had lost all its strength, and could only watch it continue to gnaw at itself until it died.

The armor, machinery, cables, and even the entire arm were rudely torn off by the Black Angel, destroying most of the body, and even from the broken gap, you could see the night owl in it, and the Black Angel tortured the knight who was not dead like a ghoul, until the almost stagnant steam engine was completely withdrawn, like an abandoned machine, and thrown aside at will.

Losing momentum, the Sword Dancer was completely dead, and the Night Stalker was trapped in the graveyard of steel, and he had no more reason left to think about it, except to look up at the demon crawling on the corpse through his half-crippled visor.

It rained, red rain, and along with the red mist, which slowly seeped into the steel grave, enveloping the night owls.

At this time, the night owl really felt the gap between the two generations of armor, and it can be said that the fully armed sword dancers have gradually approached the limit of what the three generations of armor can do, and the first generation of armor ...... It doesn't seem to have a limit, or when it does, it's a picture that the purifier doesn't want to see.

The sharp iron feather slowly fell, as long as he got closer, he could easily kill the night owl, he stared blankly at the iron of death, until the iron feather stopped, and then the silver-white rivet bulges on the restraint retracted one by one, as if they had lost their soul, and the black angel exuding madness and death froze like a stone statue.

The flesh gripped the steel, and one by one they split apart, stretching from the chest to the lower abdomen, as if the jaws of blood were open, and the Geiger index began to fall, and the scarlet light was replaced by a brilliant green.

The man struggled to crawl out of the fleshy lair, the sticky flesh still connected to him, but he quickly tore it open roughly, but with each tear off, there was a strange feeling of peeling, as if some limb had been snatched away, and blood poured out of the cockpit and dripped onto the night owl's face.

The gray-blue pupils were very clear, Lorenzo looked at him, then at the armor that had been beaten into scrap iron, and after thinking for a long time, he asked.

"Hmm...... Will you be able to climb out on your own?"