Nicia looked up and smiled awkwardly, she was a murderer and a thug, but not an idiot.

"Kill it." Ide said coldly.

"Mantis Lady Nicia, she is a terrifying murderer with a level of B danger on the bounty hunter list, according to incomplete statistics, she has booby-trapped at least 15 adult males."

"Such a person is innocent of death!"

"No!"

Nicia struggled to sit up, her upper body staggering with only one spine left for support.

"I'm forced to do it too!"

Nithia pleaded.

"My head hurts to death, only killing people can relieve this pain, you don't understand it, that feeling is like a person stirring around in his brain with a red-hot iron!"

"I want to split my brain in half!"

"Please, don't kill me."

"Click!"

Ed spun the handle of the hammer in his hand, and a stream of blue flames erupted from the tip of the hammer.

"These words of begging for mercy, you better wait until you go to hell and say them to those who have been hurt by you!"

Ide strode towards Nicia with his hammer in hand.

"Hell?"

Nicia laughed miserably.

She looked around, and finally her gaze rested on Salem above night.

"Isn't it hell that we live in?"

Knowing that death was inevitable, the expression on her face strangely calmed down.

"Wait!"

Mawson said suddenly.

"Leave her to me."

"Mawson, don't sympathize with her, these guys have been wrapped in machinery for too long, and they have no normal human feelings at all."

With that, he glanced at Alita.

"You're not like them."

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

Mawson strode over with Gruishka's head in his hands.

I don't know why, seeing Mawson approaching, she obviously got hope for life, but Nisia felt a chill in her heart.

It seems that being with Mawson is more terrible than death.

"Okay."

Ed sighed.

"I don't know what you're going to do with her, but you're not a reckless person......" Id's face turned red as he remembered what he had said to Mawson.

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

In the distance, the heavy footsteps of a patrolling centurion could be heard.

The Centurion was a city guard placed in Scrap Iron Town by high-ranking figures from Salem.

With a height of more than three meters, the chassis is a six-legged support structure, on which they are equipped with various weapons of different calibers, they are simply a metal fortress.

Both the central system and the energy drive are provided by Salem and are a ruthless war machine.

The vast majority of them are stored in the Bounty Hunter Command Center, and some are placed on the streets of Scrap Iron to maintain law and order.

The night was dark.

The battle that took place here, went unnoticed by anyone.

Anyone who lives in Scrap Iron Town knows that don't go out after late at night and don't look too much after going out.

In many cases, curiosity can kill people.

Click.

The centurion slowly approached the battle zone with heavy steps.

Rays of light emanated from its scarlet electronic eyes, gradually scanning its surroundings into the processor.

The news was reported layer by layer, and soon reached the hands of the higher-ups.

…………

Salem.

The true city in the sky, the highest peak of human civilization, stands above the nine heavens, overlooking the world like a legendary heaven.

The carnage and suffering that took place on Scrap Iron didn't seem to have anything to do with it.

300 years ago.

The first step towards the universe was the establishment of the first habitable planet on Mars, which was completely modified by humans.

At that time, cities in the sky abounded, and Salem was just one of them.

But after the Battle of Skyfall, everything changed, and countless cities in the sky fell to the ground, bringing a devastating impact.

The earth is cracking, the rivers are flowing backwards, and there is not much habitable land left on the entire planet.

What's even more terrifying is that an all-out war between humanity and the Martian base has destroyed most of the top talent and technical data.

This has led to a significant setback in human technology in this battle, and many of them exist only in the historical record.

Above Salem, tall buildings are rising, and there is a scene of stability and prosperity everywhere.

The entire city was shrouded in a defensive shield, and anyone who set foot in Salem would be immediately attacked by the entire city unless authorized.

At the highest point of Salem.

The place above the dome.

A handsome-looking Sven man with narrow-rimmed glasses was standing in front of a huge glass curtain wall, looking down at the city.

His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate Salem and look straight to the scrap iron town on the ground.

"Mr. Nova, I have your papers."

A perfectly inaudible woman's voice sounded.

With this voice, the lights in the room came on, and the man turned his head, it was an open room without any decoration.

"The rest comes from the ground and is reported by the Centurion Patrol."

"Speak."

"Gruishka is dead."

"Killed."

"This is the last image he passed back before he died."

A beam of light shot down from the roof, and a phantom appeared in front of Nova's eyes.

It was a handsome young man, who did not see anything special on the surface, and there was a hint of inquiry in the man's gaze.

"Search for this person's profile."

"I'm sorry Mr. Nova doesn't have details about this person in the database."

"Is it an outsider?" Nova frowned, and was about to raise his hand to turn off the video, but suddenly noticed that in the video, behind the man, there was a girl with half of her body exposed.

"Zoom in on the image, restore it."

Soon, a girl with clear eyes and a slender figure was hooked out.

"How is that possible!!"

Nova's face changed suddenly.

He looked down for a moment, then strode into the room.

"Extract all the information of Gruishka for me, take out the third type of brain, and import the memory!"

"Bring in the appearance of this man and that girl, and redesign its mechanical body, increasing its defense by 200% and attack by 275%!"

"Let him go to Victor."

"Then bring this man and this girl back to me, I just need their heads!"

"Also, Scrap Iron Town has been too comfortable lately, I need more workers to forge metal for me, if Victor can't do it, then I'll change someone!"

"Yes, Mr. Nova."

The gentle female voice replied.

"Go for it, I want to see the results in the shortest possible time."

Meanwhile, in the scrap metal town, Mawson returns to his clinic with Gruishka's head and Nisya.