Chapter 512: Mortals Who Bleed

The silence of the armory was silent, and even the air sprayed from the vents was eerily quiet. Those individual armor standing in the corner of the wall were watching Zhang Lan's every move as if they were alive.

Zhang Lan's disemboweling fingers gently slid across the surface of the container, scraping out faint sparks.

"Daredevil, I don't want to kill you, but if I have something to ask you, answer honestly, I can leave an escape pod for you to leave." Zhang Lan is like a god, giving alms to give the night demon a chance.

But there was no answer in the air......

"You don't have to doubt my integrity, the transactions I promised have never been broken, there are records to check, you are not the purpose of my trip, and you are not the person I must kill, so I give you a chance."

In order to lower the vigilance, Zhang Lan even threw aside the reverse blade behind his waist, and the viper revolver was also thrown aside, he didn't need any weapons at all, he was already the most terrifying threat.

"To put it simply, you are not the kind of opponent who can be compared with me at all, saving your life is the right choice, my question is also very simple, I want to know what Xingchen has been doing in the past few months on stage? There is no way to do some strange things in the ocean. Zhang Lan hoped to get some information from the Night Demon.

But still no one answered, Zhang Lan sat down with a sigh, a little hated the disadvantages of not being able to use energy vision, you must know that in the past, he could construct a detailed picture of all the energy corners formed within 1 kilometer around, but now, everything is blurry, and when you close your eyes, you can only feel the existence of energy, but you can't determine where the energy is.

The night demon is using the optical camouflage function, which is mixed with the environment, and if you want to tell it, the easier way to use it is to detonate an electromagnetic bomb here, and he can show the prototype by electromagnetic interference, but there are too many equipment here, and it is not done well, and this is about to be blown out of a big hole and fall from the sky.

Zhang Lan, who had no good way, could only sit on the floor of the armory, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and looked like he was tired and wanted to sleep.

The Daredevil hovered above his head, watching his every move, and he pulled out a saber made of Odin metal from behind his waist, with the steel seal of Princess Lolia on it, which was the outstanding contribution given to him as president, and now, he only wanted to use it to slit Zhang Lan's throat.

The night demon rhythmically lowered the silk thread of the zenith, like a spider, and he gently wrapped the knife around Zhang Lan's neck.

"Would it be interesting that you would rather risk killing me than choose a path that will surely live?" As soon as Zhang Lan finished speaking, the Night Demon's knife had been ruthlessly cut.

Zhang Lan almost followed the blade and lay back, the knife edge slid in front of him, Zhang Lan flew up with a kick, and directly kicked the night demon out.

The nightdemon slammed into the container like a cannonball, and the steel box was dented, if it were an ordinary person, it would have been torn apart.

But the Daredevil, with his steel bones and nano-metal skin, jumped back as if he were nothing.

Zhang Lan stood up, and the ripper punched out, but was caught by the night demon's palm, which also surprised Zhang Lan.

"S-Class mechanical prosthetics? Do you really think that the world is invincible? I've long since retrofitted more than the obsolete metalwork. ”

The night demon began to squirm from the metal skin of his toes with disdain, and it was transmitted upward, every muscle, every nerve was controlled like a precision instrument, and the output power of the fist was actually stronger than that of the ripper, and it directly hit Zhang Lan back two steps.

"Again?" Zhang Lan beckoned to the Night Demon.

"Yes, Chairman." Daredevil smiled, and his skin flickered, instantly blending into the environment.

With an ability? No, with subhuman techniques? No, with an antimatter knife? No, Zhang Lan has too many ways to defeat this self-righteous president, but this can't work, Zhang Lan must use this body to defeat the body, use his fists to defeat his fists, only in this way can he go further, only this will not let any kind of power lag behind any kind of people.

Zhang Lan flicked the ripper, and the black veins seeping out from the edges proved that the Divine Stone Dust Engine had begun to operate at full capacity. 98.5% of the mechanical prosthetics are liberated, and the power is increased to the extreme.

The night demon stepped on the floor and made a crackling sound, Zhang Lan closed his eyes, and could only use his ears to chase the shadow of the night demon.

As he circled behind him, a punch slammed out, and the night demon flexibly dodged, and the cunning saber opened a long knife edge on Zhang Lan's shoulder, and blood splattered out.

The night demon slid a long way, and only a smiling face flashed in his body, "It's funny, they say that our Lord Zhang Lan is immortal, even if he is beheaded, a new one can grow in minutes, no matter how many injuries he has, the wound can be restored immediately, but it seems that you are just a mortal who will bleed, hahaha!" ”

With that, the Daredevil disappeared into thin air again.

Then, Zhang Lan once again experienced an unprecedented ...... Fear. This is the most primitive fear of death in living beings.

Whether Zhang Lan wants to admit it or not, in fact, after coming back from the dead, he has never really been afraid of death, because as the night demon said, he has more opportunities to stay away from death than others, and his body, as long as the head is not cut off, even if the heart is injured, can be restored, which allows him to take risks and become enemies of the world with more fear.

But since his encounter with Kun, the god's spokesman, the beast, has taken away Zhang Lan's self-healing ability, making him bleed and die from germs, just like ordinary mortals, no matter how powerful he is. That feeling of adrenaline rush is the simplest fear of death.

"Don't shake, my fist." Zhang Lan thought silently in her heart.

"Zhang Lan, your body is growing exponentially very fast, the adrenaline has reached its peak, and the dopamine secretion is like a young girl in Huaichun, you are afraid, kill him, don't delay any longer." Jack was already feeling the danger.

"I know, I know all this, but no, this is a hurdle that must be crossed, a hurdle that must be crossed, a hurdle of death in my heart." Zhang Lan knows better than anyone that he is no longer a superman, so he must use more of the power that resembles a god, but has a body as fragile as a mortal.

Bleeding, suffocation, being restrained, any of these can cause the body to secrete hormones that it didn't have in the past, and these things can affect Zhang Lan's judgment and reactions.

Fortunately, it was only the fear of facing the night demons, the deviation and sluggishness of behavior, and the danger was still under control.

If you face Ye Wuchang and other heaven-level demigod races, it is very likely that the slightest error will be irreparable.

Zhang Lan had to force the muscles in her shoulder to bulge, temporarily seal the wound, avoid the effects of excessive blood loss, and continue to fight the night demon.

The rotating knife was thrown out of the shadows, Zhang Lan dodged sideways, the blade flew close to his ear, and an arm with optical camouflage passed in front of him, grabbing the hilt that flew out.

"Mr. Zhang Lan's reaction has slowed down." The night demon was happier and happier the more he fought, and the retracted knife even pulled a cut in Zhang Lan's face.

"Got you!" Zhang Lan waved his Ripper fist and pressed it against the Night Demon's waist, the punch was strong enough to blast through the armor of the strongest armored vehicle, but the Night Demon only flew out on the side of the blow, and was able to disperse all the strength in the reverse slide.

The hexagonal honeycomb nano-metal skin is simply the perfect melee machine.