The thirty-seventh armor-piercing magazine has been depleted, the special electromagnetic acceleration gun barrel has been replaced with 6, and a heavy electromagnetic sniper gun is like a scythe of death in Joan of Arc's hands, as long as the target swept by her cross-mirror will explode in an instant.

All the way she rushed from 3 kilometers away, she passed between buildings, the warplanes in the sky blew everything she landed in ashes, and the explosive bombs made it impossible for even a cockroach to survive in those blown up places, but she just survived!

The black figure, the swinging firearm, and the blue light that flashes at any time are a symbol of a group of soldiers throwing away their lives!

Those professionally trained soldiers of the Overlord Guardian Regiment were like cattle and sheep in front of her, just waiting to be slaughtered by her one by one.

"At all costs! Take the prey first! ”

The order from the higher authorities was given, and a hovering chariot rushed out of the shop next to it, completely blocking the front of the phone booth with its huge body, and Joan of Arc, who was 500 meters away, set up a heavy electromagnetic acceleration sniper, but could not see anything.

A group of soldiers from the Overlord Escort Regiment quickly rushed to the phone booth through the hole, trying to forcibly take Wuxue away.

"Think you don't have to die if you can't see it?" Joan of Arc sighed and discarded the weapon in her hand and took out a black metal bracket from her back. The bracket stretched to both ends, and in an instant it turned into a black mechanical warbow.

Joan of Arc pulled the bowstring towards the sky, and through the hatch that opened in her palm, she put a black arrow feather on the string. The fingertips relaxed gently, and with a whoosh, the arrow feathers flew straight into the sky.

A bunch of warriors had already touched the door of the phone booth, but before the door could be opened, hundreds of black arrows poured down in the sky, and before they could react, they had already been inserted into porcupines, rolling their eyes and falling next to the phone booth.

The armored car couldn't sit still at this point, and the rotating muzzle of the gun quickly aimed at Joan of Arc as it slowly approached, as if it wanted to beat her to pieces.

But Joan of Arc stopped pulling the bow at all, and with a clang, the core arrows that split into countless arrows were nailed into the armored car from the top like armor-piercing bullets.

With a loud bang, the maglev chariot was blown up more than 2 meters high, and the driver and gunners inside did not even have a chance to scream, and were already burned to ashes.

Joan of Arc stepped on the bloodstains everywhere, stepped over hundreds of corpses, and finally came to the telephone booth under the light of the explosion and fire.

Looking at the girl behind the bloodstained glass, Joan of Arc smiled with relief, "Beauty, we finally meet again." I'm sorry to let you slip through my fingertips last time, this time, I'm going to take you home. ”

Wuxue's body in the phone booth couldn't help trembling, her eyes were not looking at Joan of Arc, but on the contrary, her vision was higher, and she could see the black figure that appeared behind her.

"Woo......"

Joan of Arc instantly realized that something was wrong and turned around to fight back, but the huge silver wall swung from the side, sending Joan of Arc flying like a fly.

Joan of Arc flew sideways in a straight line and crashed into the still burning armored vehicle, forcing the 20-ton vehicle to slide sideways 3 meters away, and the impact site was dented.

This impact is even more terrifying than a 150 mm caliber cannon shell, if it were an ordinary person, it would have turned into a puddle of mud, and the corpse could not be buckled.

But Joan of Arc stood up from the sunken armor plate as if nothing happened, and patted the ashes on her shoulder.

"Hammer...... Your life is so big, are you still alive? Joan of Arc greeted with a smile.

"Joan of Arc, it's time for you to pay your debts." Iron Hammer should have been accustomed to expressionlessness for a long time, but only at this moment, his old face was distorted because of the hideousness, I don't know whether it was pain or anger.

If you pay close attention, the silver right arm of the hammer and the position behind Joan of Arc have a metal skull LOGO, which is a special symbol belonging to the mercenary group that once dominated the black clouds - mechanical savagery.

Speaking of this mercenary group, it is known for its ferocity, all of its personnel are mechanical prosthetic reformers, and they have participated in all the large-scale wars on the continent that can be named, and they all ended in victory.

But such a powerful mercenary group was bloodied overnight 20 years ago, and of the 1,374 members of the group, only Joan of Arc and Iron Hammer survived.

"Sniper No. 1 is in position, the target is clear, please instruct."

"Sniper 2 is in position, the target is clear, please instruct."

"Sniper No. 3 is in position, the target is clear, please instruct."

While the two were at loggerheads, the sniper team had already found a suitable position and set up sniper equipment, theoretically with a single order, and could immediately beat Joan of Arc into a sieve.

"No need, Hammer won't allow anyone to kill Joan of Arc before him, it's their fate, and they should settle it themselves." Ye Wuchang stabilized the fighters below in the headphones, and there were even many backups who were going to step forward.

Regarding the story of the mechanical wilderness, someone once asked the hammer, as long as the level was not high enough, the hammer directly crushed the neck. And Ye Wuchang is the one who knows the inside story, because it is very simple, the hammer cannot beat him.

Twenty years ago, that night, Joan of Arc suffered a severe outbreak of mechanical prosthetic syndrome, hallucinating that she regarded all of her members as enemies, and killed every former comrade with her own hands, only Hammer survived with great difficulty.

Although Joan of Arc's prosthetic transformation rate exceeded 90% of the human body, the regimental elder at that time gave her a fused body called the "Iron Saintess", and specially implanted a self-repair program, which theoretically would not have happened.

The only explanation is that Joan of Arc deleted the program on her own, which led to the tragedy.

"Do you remember? Those who died at your hands. Hammer asked, his forehead lowered.

"Of course, I remember that I have up to 500,000 megabytes of storage space in my brain, and their faces and messages are packaged and compressed and stored in it." Joan of Arc nodded her head.

"Won't you feel distressed? They saved your life, you bastard! The hammer clenched his fist and rattled.

"Distressed? My heart has been replaced by the boss a long time ago, okay? You saved me, but did you ask me when you saved me? Perhaps, after knowing that I will become the person I am today, who has lost all perception, lost all taste, and the only thing I can taste is sweetness, I want to die even more? Joan of Arc pulled out a galaxy lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Since you want to die so much, I'll help you!" As he spoke, Hammer stomped on the ground and rushed straight towards Joan of Arc.

"Why don't you understand? Maybe I want to die, but my program makes me have to live at all times, and besides, you don't have the ability to kill me, you're not qualified. Joan of Arc sighed indifferently.