Taking a deep breath, as the iron coffin slowly opened, the complex machinery began to unseal it, and the cold temperature gradually rose, so the pitch-black matter sleeping in it woke up and became more and more active.

So this already narrow space was flooded with an ominous aura, as if the cold object came to life, or rather, it was alive, but it was sleeping because of the low temperature.

Now it was hungry, it longed for flesh and blood, so the whimpering murmur rang in the ears of the two of them, as if it were a strange stranger telling an old story, grotesque and crazy at the same time.

"You know, this thing is essentially a demon too. ”

Looking at the pitch-black armor, Shrike tried to make his face look as good as he could.

The blue jade on the side has a solemn face, holding the Molten Spear in her hand, she stands outside the door, as long as there is a mistake, she can seal the door, although I don't know if I can control the shrike, but at least it can limit his movements.

"This is technology from Jiuxia, their emperor has set up a department called the Hidden School Temple, specializing in the technology of demons, you can understand it as a scientific research institution like the Perpetual Pump, and they have discovered some characteristics common to high-level demons, which are the brain and heart. ”

As the flesh approached, the pitch-black substance became agitated, and it began to shake slightly, obviously it was just armor, but the shrike could feel a mood called joy in it.

"If you want to kill a high-level demon, you have to destroy the heart and brain, and if you only destroy one of them, the weird body still has a certain degree of combat power, but later those scholars went deeper, and they found the difference between the two. ”

"If you destroy the heart alone, the body will continue to fight with the will of the brain, and if you destroy the brain, the demon's powerful life force will make it act according to its instincts, and on this basis, the people of the Hidden School Temple have developed the XCOM, or the original sin armor. ”

The strange armor moved, not metallic, but in fact a shapeless mass of flesh and blood, wriggling, and then crawling up his body along the hand of the shrike, red heart looming in the darkness.

The murmur grew louder and louder, like a roar in my ears.

As if in great pain, the shrike let out a low roar of pain, and the pitch-black substance wrapped around his arm like a python, as if swallowed by the pitch-black tide, and the darkness covered every inch of his body.

"Is it alright?

Blue Jade clenched the Forge Spear, this strange scene made her feel a little afraid, the so-called erosion had already begun at this moment, and the human will was like a boat in a storm.

"If I get out of control, then kill me, and it's up to you to put on your armor and continue the mission. ”

He turned slightly, it was a hideous scene, almost suffocating, with a furious expression on his familiar face, and his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet.

"This thing is actually a demon, except that it has lost its brain, only its heart, and the madmen have transformed it into a controllable body, but it is the human will that governs this body. ”

As Shrike tells, this is the truth about the original sin armor.

Through intricate craftsmanship and mysterious alchemy, those madmen succeeded in separating the brains of demons from their bodies and hearts, and when needed, as long as the human will replaced them, they possessed the power of demons, which was as dangerous as dancing with dragons, but only in this way did they have a slight chance of winning.

Under the darkness, steel slowly rose, and the built-in machinery covered the body with the fusion of shrike and armor, and the solid mechanical structure unfolded under the gradual hardening into a metal-like substance, and the silver-white steel frame swallowed the shrike whole like a bone, and then the black substance filled the void.

It's a combination of demons and machines, and the fine gears turn at the joints of the shriek, so that the whole body is full of power like a large clockwork knight.

"The controllability of the first generation of armor is too poor, so the second generation has been improved, and most of the structure is borne by machinery, reducing the proportion of demons in it. ”

As the words fell, the cables were plugged in, and the brass pipes protruded slightly beyond the armor, followed by the heavy plate armor, protecting the fragile parts. In a short period of time, the strange iron coffin became an equipment table, like a craftsman who hammers steel, nailing pieces of iron armor to the knight's body.

The heavy steam engine overlapped the demon's heart, the pitch-black armor mixed with the silver-white metal frame, and the fiery steam poured out of the cracks, filling the space with a psychedelic white mist.

This is the perfect combination of biology and mechanics, and the perpetual pump is once again taking another step towards forbidden knowledge.

Blue Jade couldn't see the shrike clearly, and the fog obscured her vision, until finally a harmonious green light lit up from it, and the steel body strode out.

"Let's get on a mission. ”

The familiar sound is mixed with the complex electrical sound, this is a degraded version of the armor of a generation, and in order to reduce the erosion of demons, most of it is replaced by machinery, so that the willpower of the shrike temporarily holds up the erosion.

Blue Jade nodded, holding back the sadness in her heart and getting out of the way.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why the shrike was disgusted by the fact that Galahad put on armor, that is, the infusion of the human will into the body of the demon, from holiness to destruction, this is the ominous and only way.

She was sad, as if she had returned to that snowy day in the depths of her memory, regretting the choice she had made.

The mortal had stolen the ominous power, so the heavy door was easily opened with the force of the shrike, and the steel blade was removed from the weapon rack, it was a blade far beyond the strength of a human arm, perhaps it was more appropriate to describe it as a greatsword, but at the moment in the hands of the shrike it was so perfectly proportioned, it seemed that this was the weapon used for this armor in the first place.

The blade began to heat and burn, which was also the work of those madmen, and was a by-product of the thermite rifle, the cable on the blade was connected to the connector above the armor, and the small battery carried on the back powered it, and the conductor was heated, so that the blade burned red and generally easily cut everything that stood in its way.

The hard flesh looked so fragile at the moment, and Shrike stepped out of the carriage with a clenched grip on the red-hot blade, the cold air sobering him up a little, and in a trance he seemed to be back in time.

Coming from Berhans, the industrial city of which was his hometown, Shräu remembered his time running on the green ground, sweating with excitement, looking at the hideous and cruel silhouettes of the factories in the twilight sunset.

It was a long sunset, birds flying, clouds drifting away, and at the turn of day and night, the street lights were lit up one by one during the day, which had not yet completely darkened.

Shrike loved this time very much, as if it were his own hour, and the soft greenery and charred ashes could be smelled in the air, and it seemed as if he had returned there for many years.

And so it was, endless demons rushed towards the Radiance from the end of his sight, and the shrike bit his lip so hard that it sobered up a little, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

There was no time to reminisce about the good things, so he swung his red-hot blade and slashed down.

Gunshots and swords, ominous knights and kingfishers standing alone before the demons, it was a war that was difficult to win, but there was no way back but forward.

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