Billowing flames burst into the sky, flames were almost incandescent, shockwaves spread, everyone was shocked by the power of this bomb, thermobaric bombs were created to kill living targets in a wide area, this ultimate weapon can kill all living creatures in a football field in an instant, but now the academy threw it into a small warehouse, and the end result is that the warehouse will be turned into a steel-making furnace. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

No living thing can survive in a steelmaking furnace, and even steel melts instantly at thousands of degrees of heat and pressure.

This is the strength of human beings, who have been given the ability to use tools and control metal and fire over their home turf, and are invincible on the home turf of humans.

Storm was the only one who had the opportunity to see the fireworks up close, his heavy storming mech stood on the edge of the warehouse, like standing on the edge of an erupting crater, melting steel and spark projectiles on the mech's body, but he didn't dare to look directly at the pillar of fire like the dragon's breath, and the storm closed the hatch and observation window of the mech's cockpit, because the light from the explosion was enough to burn his retina.

Storm breathed a sigh of relief...... The monster was finally killed, and despite all the hardships, the academy won the battle.

But the next moment his face changed.

Everyone's faces changed.

A furious roar stabbed out of the firelight, and the next moment the ground exploded, and the remaining steel plates, rocks, and dirt flew into the air, and the heavy mechs were all shaken back, and the crimson creatures roared out of the firelight, and the thick tail swept across the fuselage of the heavy mech, and the mecha staggered back and fell to the ground. Its body was scorching molten steel, and its whole body was burning with raging flames, like a demon crawling out of the karmic fire of hell, that craggy shadow waved its tentacles, stretched its limbs, and roared to the sky!

All of them looked up in horror and murmured, "My God......"

It was a god-like thing, and it roared and stepped out of the flames, black and red molten iron flowing down its body, solidifying on the ground, leaving behind a series of burning footprints in which the dirt was scorched and the grass was set on fire.

The cracks gradually spread on the surface of the monster's body, and the exoskeleton condensed with molten steel broke off one after another, smashing on the ground, and the slayer was like a samurai who had taken off his heavy armor, and it abandoned its bone armor and went into battle lightly, its muscles and muscles protruded, and thick blood vessels spread on its skin, like a group of swimming snakes.

It doesn't look like a living thing, but like a devil who came out of a myth.

"This ...... How is this possible? The middle-aged man asked in astonishment, "How could it still be alive?" ”

"This thing is cunning." Zhao Gao frowned, his face solemn, "It should have shrunk into a ball like an armadillo or a pangolin, and it withstood the explosion of the bomb." ”

"Huddled up? Are you kidding? The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth, "That's a bomb!" ”

"It's a pity that thermobaric bombs don't produce shrapnel, and they only rely on high temperatures and shock waves to kill targets." Zhao Gao shook his head, "It stands to reason that nothing can withstand the flames of thermobaric bombs, but the shell of this thing takes away the heat...... It's like a spaceship throwing away a heat shield. ”

The middle-aged man froze.

"We shouldn't let it get out." Zhao Gao said slowly, "If you keep it in the warehouse for another minute, it will become as cooked as a flower chicken." ”

For the first time, the members of the Executive Department retreated, for the first time losing their fighting spirit, a group of materialists who were convinced that nothing in the world could not be solved by bombs, and that things like angels and devils that could not be described by modern science existed only in the Bible and in the bedtime stories told by Mom.

Even if there were demons in this world, these strong men might shoot it twice in the strict attitude of an atheist to see if it really couldn't be killed.

But none of them dared to shoot anymore...... Today, they saw a creature that was completely beyond their imagination, that thing that could not even be blown up by thermobaric bombs was out of the explainable category of biology and physics, it was more like some kind of supernatural product, and their firm belief in science and technology collapsed in an instant in the face of fear, let alone two shots at the monster, they couldn't even hold the handle of an automatic rifle steadily.

The Slayer condescendingly glanced at it, its two pairs of eyes hidden under its visor, and everyone it stared at was terrified and swallowed.

The heavy storming mech slammed into the monster's waist with open arms, and the gas turbine let out a deep roar, scorching steam scattering.

The men of the Enforcement Department cheered, they also had the Heavy Mech, this big man was the trump card of the Executive Department, and no creature could resist the attack of the Mech.

The Killer stands upright at a height of a floor, a head taller than the heavy assault mech, it is held tightly by the mech and cannot move, although the strength of the Killer is likely to be as great as that of the African elephant, but the heavy mech is after all a machine made of steel, powered by an engine and hydraulic pump, and it will never get tired, and the creature cannot match the strength of the machine.

The killer was pushed back step by step by the heavy mecha, it raised its head and roared, and the eight tentacles behind it raised up and slashed at the back of the mecha, as fierce as a quick knife to cut through the mess, the armor of the heavy attacking mecha was penetrated, and for a time the fragments were splashed, and the lines and pipes were torn to shreds.

The storm was also roaring, he clenched the joystick and pushed forward as hard as he could, but the force that the joystick fed back made him feel like he was pushing a wall, he was pressing the accelerator against the wall, the temperature in the cab was rising rapidly, the first blow of the killer pierced the refrigeration duct of the air conditioning system, and the refrigerant instantly vaporized, turning into a white jet and spraying out.

Sweat pooled and flowed down the young man's cheeks, the storm gritted his teeth to control the mech, the bruises on his forehead burst out, the strength of the killer was amazing, the hunter was frantically breaking free from the heavy mech, and the hydraulic rod with the thickness of an adult's arm was forced backwards.

The alarms in the cab were repeated, and every second there was a system report of damage, red pop-up windows popped up one after another, the red light of the alarm flashed on the face of the storm, and the young man gritted his teeth and looked hideous.

He couldn't retreat, and behind him was the academy and the more than a hundred lives in the academy...... The Heavy Assault Mech is the only weapon in the Academy that has the potential to compete with the Killer, and if even he fails, the safe zone will be unsafe.

The storm is the last line of defense, and if necessary, he is even tasked with dying with the other side.

The speed of the gas turbine had reached its extreme, and it was gradually overheating, and the legs of the heavy mecha slipped on the ground, dragging out a gully tens of centimeters deep.

The Killer Roars and the Storm Roars, and a man and a beast are wrestling.

"Ahhh......h

Seventy-five-mm howitzer with ten rounds in reserve, this is the main weapon of the Storm.

"Armor-piercing shells ready." The mechanical female voice mingled with the whistling siren, "Reloading." ”

The cab was shaking like crazy, as if someone was trying to chisel through the cockpit shell with a chisel next door, the display screen was blacking one after another, and the heavy assault mech was being brutally attacked with a near-disassembly approach, and the eight tentacles of the killer were violently breaking the metal shell of the mech, and then tearing out the bearings, wiring, and pipes.

The heavy mech was damaged like never before, the integrity displayed on the screen dropped from 80 percent to 40 percent in half a minute, half of the mech's systems were out of order, it had been beaten to a semi-crippled condition, and the lack of fuel explosion could only be described as storm luck.

"Reloaded."

The storm slapped the button, and sparks exploded on the control panel.

The shell fired, and the muzzle of the seventy-five-millimeter howitzer was fired against the hunter's body, and the armor-piercing shell pierced the killer's body, tearing the skin, muscles, and bones together, leaving a bucket-sized cavity, and yellowish liquid gushing out of the wound.

The monster roared in pain, and eight tentacles smashed into the mecha's fuselage at the same time, and the heavy mecha began to catch fire.

The next moment the killer began to repair the wound, and the cells quickly formed a wire mesh to cover the wound, and then the granulation grew out, slowly filling the cavity.

"The armor-piercing rounds are filled."

The storm pulled the trigger again, and the seventy-five-millimeter howitzer erupted again with a roaring roar.

The tissue, which had not had time to repair the wound, was blown away by the armor-piercing shell.

The Slayer's tentacles pierced the mech's fuselage, and bone spurs even broke through the cockpit's shell, grazing the storm's shoulders.

"The armor-piercing rounds are filled."

The young man stared at the maniacal gaze, the integrity of the heavy mecha has dropped to less than twenty percent, that is to say, it was beaten to a half-body, except for the arms and howitzers, the other parts were dismantled into scrap metal, and the body of the heavy mecha even caught fire, once the fire spread to the fuel tank, then the mecha would instantly turn into a fireball.

But Storm doesn't care, he just reloads and fires over and over again, and even if he dies, he wants to drag this monster into hell!

"The armor-piercing rounds are filled."

"The armor-piercing rounds are filled."

"The armor-piercing rounds are filled."

The howitzer was fired at the killer's body, and the monster was interrupted by the shell every time he tried to repair his body, and the killer screamed and wanted to flee, but the heavy mecha firmly clamped its body, and the broken mecha had come to the end of its life, covered in scars and oil, the armor was torn apart, and the inside of the body was scorched black by the flames, and the fire was still gradually spreading and growing, and the mecha could explode at any time.

All Storm has to do is kill this thing before the mech explodes!

"The armor-piercing rounds are filled."

"Launch!" The storm roared and pulled the trigger.

The howitzer fired, and the armor-piercing shell broke away from the chamber and pierced the hunter's body, almost tearing the monster in two, and the huge penetrating wound extended from the killer's chest to the left abdomen, and the monster bowed in pain and spat out a large gulp of yellow liquid.

"One more shot! One more shot! "The storm roared, ready to reload again.

"Shells run out." The female voice said coldly, without the slightest emotion.

The young man was stunned.

"Shells run out." The female voice reminded again.

Storm then remembered that he only had ten shells, and he froze, his hands frozen on the joystick.

If he survived this time, he felt that he would have to carry an ammo box on his back every time he went on a mission.

With a "hiss", the killer's eight tentacles grabbed the body of the heavy mecha, tearing its shell in half, and both arms flew five meters away. The mecha was completely damaged, the gas turbine finally overheated and shut down, and slowly stopped, Storm raised his head, and through the cracks in the mech, he could see the massive demon leaning down, and the four eyes shone with evil and bloodthirsty light.