The murderer of the third squad was obviously a master, and although it seemed that he could not dispose of the body due to the rush of time, he still destroyed the evidence very well, and did not leave any clues on the corpse.

Even the four leaders of the Strange Tales Research Society couldn't see any clues, and they didn't even know whether it was an exorcist or a heretic creature who killed their subordinates.

"They were poisoned?" Staring at the miserable corpse, Zhang Luo expressed his guess.

――It stands to reason that even if his throat is cut and his hands and feet are cut off, the half-demon will not die. After all, Dante and Virgil, who are the spokesmen of the demon image, are the kind of beings who are close to immortality. Although there is still a gap with Lucas, a "super immortal" who doesn't know what the principle is, it is stronger than Zhang Luo's current god-made body that is only level two.

The two half-demons obviously did not die from the wounds on their bodies, but died under something else. However, Frankenstein, who had already performed a quick and simple examination of the body, immediately ruled out this possibility:

"There were no signs of toxins, including toxins that can be broken down in the body." The mechanical girl said coldly.

"They don't have any energy remnants on them, if they were killed directly by energy, I can see it." The blue-and-white electric light floating next to him said.

"I don't see anything either." Lucas asked Hashim, who was sitting next to him, "Can you see any signs, God Lean?" ”

"They weren't killed by the Grim Reaper." Hazel whispered, "I am also the god of death, and I know this very well......"

Realizing that it was completely impossible to draw any conclusions, the monsters present all focused their eyes on Zhang Luo, and finally Lucas asked first: "Do you have any opinions?" ”

-- They all know that this guy with an unusual way of thinking often comes to the conclusion that the sword is off the rails. So now, they are also very curious about Zhang Luo's thoughts.

"Hmm."

Zhang Luo thought for a moment, and said slowly: "I can be sure that they are not committing suicide. ”

As soon as these words came out, the conference room suddenly fell silent again, and after a while, Frankenstein finally came back to his senses and said, "The meeting is adjourned, I will issue an order, and I will be dispatched in five hours." ”

"Wait a minute, five hours is too rushed, isn't it?" Lucas asked, "Are you sure they can be ready in such a short time?" ”

"How to prepare is their business, not my consideration." The girl, still dressed in overalls, turned around and left, opening the door to the conference room and leaving the makeshift morgue where the five bodies were on display.

"Little Fran is still so emotional, obviously a robot." Seeing Frankenstein's figure disappear in front of the door, Lucas sighed.

"Hah, isn't it cute?" Zhang Luo smiled, then continued to lower his head and stare at the corpses displayed on the floor, moving his gaze to their bloodstained faces:

Despite being brutally killed, the expressions of the five corpses did not look painful, in fact, judging from their faces alone, they looked like they had been killed in a state of tranquility.

――Did you carry out a sneak attack while you were sleeping at night? It seems completely unreasonable, after all, this kind of brave and warlike heretical creature team cannot make the low-level mistake of sleeping all five people without leaving a single guard.

Come to think of it, there are so few clues at the moment that I can't draw any useful conclusions at all. Zhang Luo also decisively gave up thinking and walked to the main door of the conference room.

In fact, even if you can't find the real culprit now, it doesn't matter......

Because, what is about to unfold is a crazy large-scale revenge operation!

- Destroying all heretics and exorcists on the northern side of the Sahara Desert is the next goal.

Although he didn't know the members of the third team who were destroyed, Zhang Luo didn't have any objections to such a large-scale operation. He knew very well that when the operation began, the Sahara Desert, which had just regained its tranquility, was about to be swept up in bloody storms again.

What will break out next is no less than the Battle of Donrosk - a crazy war!

Thinking that he would soon be able to test the various abilities he had just acquired, Zhang Luo suddenly became interested again.

When he returned to the base's arsenal, he saw Frankenstein standing in front of a huge steel door on the right side of the wall, typing something on the very low cipher disk, so he walked over quickly and asked curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

The iron-gray metal door, which had never been opened normally, was painted with yellow and black radiation markers that marked danger. Although he hadn't seen the scene inside, Zhang Luo, who had experienced the Battle of Donrosk City, had almost guessed what was parked here.

"Start the machine." Frankenstein said without raising his head, and entered the 128-bit password with the speed of the hand that brought out the afterimage.

A deafening roar sounded, and the floor of the arsenal began to tremble slightly, as if the breath of iron and blood wafted out of the door.

As Zhang Luo expected, what appeared in sight was indeed the killing machine that had slaughtered hundreds of heretical creatures in Donrosk City!

In the incomparably open underground square, hundreds of heavy robots with crimson shells are neatly arranged in a huge phalanx. It's like a silent soldier, waiting for the commander to review it.

Each of these machines is at least seven meters high, and a variety of weapons are mounted on the turrets above, dozens of barrels of different calibers, arranged on cylindrical turrets "in an orderly manner".

Under the turret, a "heavy tank chassis" draped in brick-type reactive armor and five pairs of terrifying load-bearing wheels appeared to have been remodeled from the chassis of some kind of tank.

These terror machines, which once slaughtered heretical creatures, were now quietly in place, but even so, no one dared to underestimate their strength:

There is no doubt that when these machines are activated again, even the armies of ordinary small countries will be completely unable to resist their onslaught!

Even though he had already seen the scene of these big guys dispatching, Zhang Luo was still shocked by the spectacular scene in front of him. Faced with the "Killing Phalanx" composed of outright war machines, even if he was not very interested in scientific and technological weapons, he could not be completely calm.

"It's always been said that weapons are a man's romance, and now I finally get it." He whispered.

But Frankenstein obviously didn't want to discuss any romantic issues at this time, so he just said slowly: "The third squad was trained by me, and I watched them mature and become powerful warriors. ”

"They are the most loyal companions, they used to save me more than once, but now they ......"

Speaking of this, the mechanical girl's voice was a little choked, which made Zhang Luo wonder if he was having auditory hallucinations.

"I'll kill all the crumbs." Frankenstein said word for word.

Hearing her words, Zhang Luo patted the girl's shoulder comfortingly:

"Leave it to me, when it comes to killing...... I happen to be good at it. (To be continued.) )