After seeing Apocalypse break free from his collar, Whitehall finally knew that he had completely lost his gamble.

I thought that I would be killed by the Apocalypse neatly, but I didn't expect the Apocalypse to hurt him, but instead he said, "Kneel down, mortal, if you still want to live." ”

The voice seemed to have a supreme majesty, and for a moment Whitehall forgot about the robots in front of him who were constantly slaughtering his subordinates.

Whitehall knelt in front of the apocalypse, and even in World War II, Whitehall did not kneel to the supreme leader of the Nazis. But today he fell to his knees and all dignity was abandoned.

It was not only the desire to live, but also a voice deep in his heart that made him have to surrender to this gray-blue skin weirdo in front of him.

"Very well, it seems that you are not useless yet. In your body, there is also a part of the power beyond mortals. Then, child, I will make you understand that taking refuge in me is the most correct choice. ”

Apocalypse placed his hand on Whitehall's head, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a cloudy white, completely covering them.

Whitehall felt a warm power welling up from his body, all the internal organs he had been coming from the Inhuman leader Jiaying, and they seemed to be exuding vigor.

Originally, Whitehall could only remain in his forties, and he did not have the ability to absorb the life force of others to maintain his youth. But at this moment, this force allowed Whitehall to quickly recover to the age of about twenty. At the same time, he felt a very tormenting hunger, like a fire burning in his stomach, and he couldn't wait to eat something to resist this torture.

"Go, let me see if you're worthy of my gift!" Apocalypse said to Whitehall.

Whitehall's eyes were confused, as if he had lost consciousness. But when he shifted his gaze to the battlefield, his eyes instantly turned red, and they were hungry wolf-like eyes.

Whitehall lunged out frantically and knocked down a Hydra soldier.

The subsequent attack left the Hydra soldiers completely unresponsive, and the whole person was crushed to the ground. He was about to struggle, but he felt Whitehall's palm choke his throat.

The hand seemed to carry a powerful magical power, which made the Hydra soldier limp, and then his whole body began to dry up. The originally strong soldier had turned into a dried corpse in almost two or three seconds, and his skin was as stiff as the bark of an old tree.

And after Whitehall's body absorbed his life force, the muscles all over his body swelled up.

It was just one person's life force, which seemed to be far from counteracting Whitehall's hunger, and then he pounced on the other Hydra soldier at a faster speed. This time, in just a second, the man was turned into a dried corpse.

Terror spreads on the battlefield.

Even if they are smashed to pieces by the robot's bullets, these Hydra soldiers will not frown, but they are still fighting bloodily, and the companions around them are turned into dried corpses by the leader.

It is impossible for anyone who is not completely dehumanized to be indifferent to this feeling.

Out of habitual loyalty, they are now only demoralized, further compressed by the chains and robots. But if it continues, these Hydra soldiers will immediately collapse.

Whitehall absorbed the life force of a full twenty people, and the whole person could no longer see the original appearance, but swelled into a huge muscle mass, and the skin was broken by the force of the fascia, exposing the dark red muscle texture, and even the head was caught in these muscles.

Ugly, but powerful.

Now Whitehall has great strength under his every move, and this terrifying muscle can withstand machine gun fire. On the battlefield, Whitehall braved the rain of bullets from the robot troops and rushed straight out.

The chain-belt robot, which was only half a man tall, was a matter of punch or kick to him, and could easily shatter the opponent into parts.

Seeing this scene, the Hydra troops, who had just been demoralized, immediately cheered up. If a mere twenty lives could turn the tide of the battle, they would even dare to take the initiative to kill their comrades and send them to Whitehall to absorb the life force.

What the? Self-sacrifice?

This is too stupid, and it is more efficient to let others sacrifice.

Rorschach was in mid-air, saw Whitehall in the mechanical unit, frowned and said, "Sarah, although I said don't use too good robots, but this is too vegetable." Not only is he unresponsive, but his marksmanship is extremely poor, and he has no ability to work as a team at all. ”

It's not that Rorschach is harsh, it's that these robots are really disappointing.

The most powerful mechanized troops are never individual combat effectiveness, and although these chain-band robots are not as flexible as others, they don't need too much flexibility to fight on this kind of flat terrain.

The key lies in the ability to work as a team, such as firepower.

If you change to the mechanical lizard unit, collect the data of the entire battlefield through the mechanical beetle, and then calculate the trajectory through the analysis of the violet, you can eliminate these 3,000 Hydra soldiers in almost a minute.

How many snipers can a force of 3,000 people, even if it is all elite?

On the other side, every robot is a sharpshooter, and every robot can share information and know every inch of the entire battlefield.

How to distribute firepower, how to suppress the enemy, force the opponent to move to a certain position, how to deliver accurate point fire...... These can be calculated in a split second. The machine gun fired continuous headshots sharpshooters, and humans could not resist at all without opening the hanging.

This combat efficiency allows the robot to completely crush the human army.

However, at present, these chain-belt robots do not have this kind of coordination ability at all, and they are no different from movable machine gun turrets, and their marksmanship is even inferior to that of humans.

"Master, I didn't let these robots connect to Sister Violet's monitoring data, so they are particularly clumsy. I'll get rid of these Hydra people right now, if you need to. Sarah said.

Rorschach thought for a moment, but waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter." Put all the remaining 500 troops into battle. Apocalypse has been freed, and these robots pose no threat to him, so he simply gives these Hydra people a little hope. Moreover, I also want to know if the apocalypse woke up decades late, and it will be the same as the original. ”

Rorschach looked through the battlefield and his eyes fell on Apocalypse, and the ancient mutant also looked up at the sky, as if he also saw Rorschach in the storm.

The two looked at each other like a turbulent current, and even the storm was blown out of a passage. This is a clash of spiritual powers, and both sides have already discovered the existence of the other.