The suffocating darkness enveloped me like a curtain of night that enveloped my body. The armor on his body was quickly dissolved by the digestive power of the powerful stomach acid, and the next moment it would corrode to the level of his own flesh.

I was indeed swallowed by a sandworm. Han Tuo thought at this time.

This feeling is as heavy as the [Seventh-Order Magic.Silent Hill] that he launched not long ago. Because his use of magic power is not mature, the black mist is a little bit stained with it when he uses it.

The boundless despair swept over me, the boundless darkness of not knowing where I was in the next moment, the deep loneliness that made people depressed and crazy, was exactly the same as the situation at this time.

"But...... That's fine. In the dark abdomen, under the corrosive sound of his own black armor, Han Tuo muttered.

No one will see it here. A scene where you can use your own magic!

[Fifth Order Magic.Thought Machine Generation], six consecutive bursts!The spring-like black magic power seeped out from the direction of each pore, overflowing over Han Tuo's faceless face, and covering the damaged black armor. The black figure of the cocoon gradually swelled, and even the strong stomach acid of the sandworm was repelled by the black magic and burned to a boil.

It's all about the difference in mass density.

Han Tuo, who had used such a skill once, had an overwhelming upper hand in a battle with a [Marquis] level wind demon, let alone destroying the body of a high-level demonic beast from within.

As if swallowed with a highly toxic drug, the two halve-shaped heads were sprayed with painful white foam. The strip-like body twisted and rolled on the ground, its abdomen expanding more and more, and finally burst the next moment.

Some kind of black figure tore the sandworm from its abdomen, Rao is a tenacious sandworm, when the magic of the deadliest warrior's breath acts on the whole body from the body, all the tissues instantly turn into ashes and dissipate in the wind like dead grass touching the fire. The two bodies that had ceased to move fell to the ground, and there was no sign of life anymore.

The roar of the beast from the engine briefly silenced the battlefield, and everyone looked in amazement as they could between battles, at this strange thing that did not belong to the idea of this world.

Nothing like this has ever been seen in a thousand years of history, and it is inconceivably difficult to combine the magic of the same class and work it in its entirety. Hantuo is completely relying on the enthusiasm and familiar concept to complete it.

A humanoid figure of black steel stood out from the mist, shimmering with an icy sheen in the sunlight. Red trails of flame flow through the cracks of steel, and the interweaving of darkness and bright light makes the entire mech a surreal sight. The holy sword that was originally held in his hand had been put away and replaced by a broad giant sword made of the same steel.

Compared to the previous mechas, the details are more realistic, and the performance is more powerful. It's only been experienced once, and Hantuo's strong memory and learning ability have made qualitative changes to it.

The human instinct for fear comes from the fear of the unknown.

Instinctively, Lifa raised her sniper and pointed it at the strange thing in front of her, but a voice echoed in her head that kept her from pulling the trigger. Subconsciously, Lifa couldn't see the steel mass in front of her as an enemy. Then the iron escaped her vision.

The thigh of the steel braked machine took a step, and then the speed became larger and larger, as if there was no end to the feeling of acceleration, and the black figure crossed the place at the gate of the camp and reached the front of the camp where many demonic beasts gathered.

Even though the body wearing the mecha is already several times the size of its original volume, it is still a petite prey compared to the sandworm with a length of tens of meters.

So I didn't notice his strength at the first time.

Like a pack of wolves chasing the smell of fish, a large number of pink figures attacked Hantuo from all directions from the ground from the air to the ground, and this kind of attack without dead ends was completely defenseless.

So Hantuo didn't have a defense.

The steel joints that connected the body were unloaded, and red flames of light boiled and gushed in them, refining the body over and over again. When the March Hares approached a certain distance and had already flown up and kicked with their legs, they could only stir up sparks on top of the hard steel armor.

Han Tuo, who was inside, opened his eyes and felt the gradual gathering of the March Rabbits next to his body, and finally let go of the power that was tightly held in his consciousness. As a result, the flame-spitting steel body suddenly opened, and flames of light like fireworks were released from the limbs and bones, ferociously engulfing the numerous pink figures rushing towards this direction. They let out a rapid scream and then turned into ashes and disappeared in place.

With a single attack, it completely eliminated dozens of enemies that had previously felt tricky, and the mecha's bonus to attack strength was not insignificant.

Area Destruction.

Speaking of which, the power source that drives the mecha is Hantuo's own magic, but because it can't be used in front of people, it can't be practiced. This time, Han Tuo unleashed his magic power without reservation, and while consuming, he was also learning at a rapid speed, and after each second, he was more powerful than his own in the previous second.

From the very beginning, Han Tuo noticed that there was no end in sight to his magic reserves, like a bottomless pit that could provide himself with a steady stream of consumption, the only obstacle was his mastery of magic, and the exhaustion of his mind would make him unable to continue to control the launch of magic.

So this time it's different!

Han Tuo, who was inside, let out a roar that could not be heard by outsiders, and turned into the power of the fierce operation of the mecha active in the outside world. Raising the greatsword in his hand, he slashed head-on at an attacking sandworm, the sharp blade breaking through its spiral-shaped hard shell and digging deep into it.

However, even so, the still undead sandworm writhed in pain, not retreating, but advancing, and the giant sword inserted into the mecha slowly advanced, seeing that the three-petaled mouth full of sharp teeth was about to touch the appearance of the mecha.

A red light lit up from the mecha's wrist and transmitted along the gap between the steel to the steel greatsword held in his hand, and the raging flames erupted from the surface of the entire sword body, violently scorching the internal tissues of the sandworm.

Blood-red bubbles grew from the surface of the sandworm's skin, spread downward from the place where the giant sword slashed in, and went deep into the tail part of the sandworm that was still under the ground, and the place where it spread quickly became swollen, and finally it was like a grand scene of fireworks set off together, and many pillars of fire burst out from the surface of the sandworm's body, and the scarred body fell like a broken sack, and it was breathless.

The ashes of the fireworks carriers that rushed into the sky gradually fell, forming a small shower of stars. Bathed in this small rain of fire, all the warriors were dumbfounded when they looked at this side, and their expressions of surprise were overflowing.

Single-handedly, he dared to challenge the entire army of Warcraft, and his brave posture made all the young warriors enthusiastic.

"Rush!" A clear voice belonging to the young man came to mind, and the gray-robed figure rushed out before everyone else, about to open the blood path opened up by Han Tuo's manipulation mecha. Everyone came back to their senses, and the roar that reached into the sky was remembered, and the warriors with full of fighting spirit followed the dark figure and rushed forward bravely.

Again, the true meaning of the existence of the brave is not the courage of individual force to act alone, but to bring the dawn of victory to all people by virtue of personal bravery.