"Of course I accept this killing commission, hypocritical Grail Knight Jason Brad."

In the face of Jason's commission, a harsh, muddy sound soon rang out from the boiling heat of the sulfur fire.

In Xiaomei's slightly frightened gaze, the figure of the originally polite and handsome knight uncle was quickly melted by the flames, and was replaced by a hideous and terrifying high-ranking demon who was removing the shackles little by little in the fire.

It's ugly.

Not as "beautiful" as some legendary demons, there are no beautifully curved demon horns, only a pair of spiky horns on the forehead, and the embellishments around the ears look quite strange like fish fins.

But it also has the characteristics of a hellish creature, such as sharp fangs, such as the chaotic demonic fire amulet, and the aura of fear that condenses into substance.

It moves its paws in a tuminal position.

The dark red armor was forged by the flames, the gray-blue cloak flew like wings, and a pair of crimson eyes opened and locked onto the body of a group of cleaner cyborg soldiers who were rushing into the cave.

Rao is the latter, only the remnants of his soul remain, but the spark of sin that was still stirred up by the vicious gaze of this superior demon quickly incinerated from his body.

The blazing torch was lit in the night's rainstorm, the cacophony of laughter from hell echoed through the noise, and the free demon crossed his hands, and a magma-forged greatsword took shape in its hands.

It lowered its head and looked at Xiaomei, who looked like a little dot at its feet, and then showed a malicious smile of thousands of degrees Celsius at the daring bear child.

The frightened Xiaomei swooped and hid behind the "Grandpa Octopus", and poked her head out to look at her "Demon Uncle" carefully.

He's really a demon!

Wow, ugly, but so cool.

"A deceitful kid like you should be thrown into a pan and fried in hell!"

Itregen yelled at May.

Mei poked her head out behind Dr. Octopus, and she could tell that it was the devil joking with her, so she grinned and waved her fist and shouted:

"If you want to fry them, you have to fry those villains first, I'm not delicious, I don't have a few taels of meat, big demons, powerful big demons, you go and eat them quickly!"

"Hahaha, hahahaha! As you wish, cunning little spider princess."

Itregan made an exaggerated knightly salute on the spot, and then squatted slightly on the stone of the cave.

The lava that stretched from beneath its feet quickly enveloped the ground, water, and rocks around it, and in the increasingly pungent smell of sulfur, its gaze finally locked on the Cleaner War Ship that was slowly heading towards the Tower of Osborne.

It knows that it can kill there!

"Knight Jason is ridiculously hypocritical, and Itreigan can't get rid of it. The white bones of the forest are cast into the end of the world, and the evil ghost domain whimpers and wails. Boring, boring, boring!"

The hulking demon and rhyme madman shook his head and swung the blade of hell as he chanted limericks, and several gunboat ships flying overhead were smashed to the head by summoned meteorites.

In the momentum of magma eruption, it soared into the sky, turning into a night fire, like a retrograde meteor cutting through the gloomy rain curtain.

To the cheers of Mei and the children, it circled the burning Osborne Tower, passed through the dim sky, and finally slammed head-on like a scorching meteorite into the outer armor of the war ship heading towards the battlefield. ….

The terrifying impact tore the black monster-like war mothership apart with a melting hole, and hot lava poured out from the feet of the superior demon like a hole in the gates of hell engulfing the black metal.

Countless bullets and lasers blasted from the ship towards the killing demon, but they were of little use except to add a fire to its already hungry and brutal mind.

"The feast of all souls is for me to enjoy, and the river of blood will flow in this day."

It grabbed the flying bomb and let it explode in its hand, then laughed maniacally, grabbed a large cyborg and bit off half of the latter's body.

I wanted to taste this blood feast, but I almost vomited it at the first bite.

"Gross... Stinky blood and rotten flesh, trading at a loss!"

The poor taste completely discouraged all of Itregan's appetites.

even made this "hellish writer" lose his interest in reciting poetry.

But it doesn't matter.

It knows how to please itself, and it transforms its gluttonous appetite into the comfort of killing, and for demons, there is no difference between the two.

"Boom"

The terrifying explosion shook the heavens and the earth a few seconds later, and Zakkang, who was dropping a fire spell on the ground and igniting a house, lay on his stomach on his zombie wyvern, and looked up at the burning ships in the sky and the exploding magma fire.

The thrill of the scene left the Dark Mage staggered.

"Good fellow! Incineration Explosion!"

He exclaimed in the team's internal newsletter:

"Jason Brad, this is the complete release of Itregan? It seems that witnessing the end of the world has had a great mental impact on that old-fashioned knight. I guess he probably hasn't been so angry in hundreds of years.

Bad news, folks, we may have accidentally unleashed a monster of destruction in the apocalypse!

Good news, that monster belongs to us!

Hey, good things, all good things.

Mason, it's time to withdraw!

Next, let us hand it over to our Uncle Itregan to clear the field, the high-ranking demons in this form will not stop until they are happy, we have to stay away from them to avoid being affected by the pond fish."

"Retreat and go to Osborne Tower, I'll stay here and help the lizardmen open the line."

Mason's voice came from the com, with a hint of excitement when a man got his hands on a "new toy," saying:

"I'll have to complete the test of the new weapon by the way. You go first, and I will come after me."

"Roger, be careful."

Zakang admonished, and then drove the zombie wyvern through the air through the rain of bullets and bullets towards the main body of Osborne, he didn't plan to stay here.

After Itreigan overturned the mothership, it was bound to wreak havoc on the ground, and he had a small "grudge" with Jason Brad and Itregan.

In the past, there was a stubborn and old-fashioned old knight who controlled him and he didn't worry about being pinched to death by the demon, but tonight, when Itreigan was completely released, in case the demon had a bad mind, Uncle Zakang's journey to the worlds was probably going to be staged.

But even though the Mothership of War was suddenly attacked by a superior demon, the cleaners on the ground were still extremely quick to react to the attack.

These guys with control chips implanted in their brains can be regarded as program-controlled humanoid cannon fodder, and they will not lose control because they are attacked everywhere if they are erased. ….

With the exception of Sector C, which has been disrupted by K-Team and is being taken over by the Lizardmen and their Vault Knights, the other three areas of Osbornta have formed quite difficult defenses.

Although they could not be effectively and flexibly commanded because the commander was not there, the various plans implanted in the minds of the biochemical soldiers allowed them to adopt quite sharp and correct encirclement and annihilation tactics at this time.

Some of them went to destroy the rather troublesome fortified turrets, while the rest began to advance towards Area C to destroy the enemy.

"Boom"

The violent crash in the pouring rain caused the entire wall to explode, and then a tall, heavy but nimble figure rampaged into the makeshift line of guarded lines.

Unbewildered by the assault, the fearless Cleaners were able to keep up with the attackers with five heavy machine guns and multiple grenades firing at the attackers at the same time, and the combat prosthetics in their bodies, although only mass-produced, were mass-produced low-level goods, but they had all the combat support they needed to keep up with the attackers.

But it's one thing to be able to keep up, it's another thing to be able to fight back effectively.

Finger-sized bullets only sparked when they hit the attacker, and the grenades fired were dodged by the opponent twice, and he recovered and seized the third one and smashed it like a lead ball.

In the midst of a violent explosion, the black heavy power armor

Clenched his fists, he smashed it like a battering ram under the push of his foot thrusters, smashed the steel plate and lifted the firing heavy machine gun with one hand, and then swept out like a war hammer.

Five Heavy Cleaners were smashed and flew out, but they were dead before they hit the ground.

The outer armor of the anti-superman armor controlled by Mason was already full of disgusting flesh and blood at this time, although this armor designed by the master to clamp down on the superhero was indeed unable to deal with the superhero with full firepower, but when it was sent to the level of battle in front of him, it was simply an irresistible killing god descending.

Moreover, Mason also used his "ingenuity" to replace it with various lethal weapons, and with the god-level assistance of Doctor Octopus, he completed the data connection and overall compatibility of these weapon systems.

He easily destroyed another point of fire, and apart from the dents and scratches on the outer armor, the anti-superhuman armor was undamaged.

The tactical eyepiece of its full-coverage helmet had been scanned for Mason for the retreating personnel, and the miniature missile nest on the armor's shoulder ejected.

Under Mason's manual control, six successive missile rounds blasted the hiding cleaners into a pile of minced flesh in the firelight.

This weapon removed directly from the Batmobile works very well.

Especially after replacing non-lethal shock shells with high-explosive and armor-piercing warheads, it is even cooler.

"Fire points on the edge of Area B cleared!"

An emotionless electronic voice rang out in the Warframe, and the improvised combat-assist AI written by Doctor Octopus was rudimentary, but it still laid out the shortest route for Mason to the next point of fire.

The app also gave Mason a "kill" statistic in the upper left corner of the display of the tactical eyepiece of the Anti-Superman Warframe, and that number has now jumped to 213.

This is only the result of the battle within ten minutes after the Anti-Superman Warframe joins the head-on battle!

He had to kill twenty of them every minute, and one every three seconds, and this killing efficiency made Mason very satisfied, which was the power he imagined the Engineer Power Armor should have. ….

Mason glanced back at the broken positions of blood and bones and the lizardmen who were hiding in the night rain to probe their brains, and as he maneuvered his armor into the night rain to the next position, he shouted to the lizardmen warriors who followed behind:

"Take over here! Arm you with their weapons and start hunting! Look at this rain and night, it is simply a battlefield tailored for you.

The mothership of the Cleaners has been destroyed by our assaulters, and these mad dogs are out of fun!

Be bold.

You are the liberators of this world."

The shrunken lizardmen in the rear watched with awe and fear as the terrifying armor and its manipulator vanished into the night, and twenty seconds later, the sound of explosions and crushing collapses could be heard from another positional firepoint.

In the past ten minutes, the Underground Folk had not caused as many casualties to the Cleanups as Mason alone.

But it's no wonder that the lizards aren't doing anything, except that Mason's "new toy" is fantastic.

"There is still a lack of intelligent fire control, no, a set of combat aids. With more than a dozen modules above and below such a large power armor, I can't play it well on my own."

Mason was satisfied with the lethality of the anti-superman armor, but he was still not very satisfied with the overall situation, and the obviously dissatisfied young man was already tired and sore with the manual mode that required him to aim and fire every time.

After dismantling the bat system installed by the master, he is now in dire need of his own suit system.

The military mecha module that Judy gave me last time has been installed in the Fenrir armor, and this set of anti-superhuman armor will only be able to achieve the lowest level of human-computer interaction through the assistance of Dr. Octopus.

The suit and the user have always been a "symbiotic" system.

The suit has power and the user wields it, so Mason desperately wants his warframe to reach its full potential.

"With Sandstorm's head as a gift, maybe you can get another set of intelligent AI from the afterlife team? They're pretty good at making this kind of stuff over there, and wild AI is everywhere."

The anti-superman armor in the rainstorm quickly passed through the occupied territory, and Mason thought to himself as he examined the little energy left in this armor:

"I'll have to find Dr. Octopus to perfect this energy source afterwards, this 'power consumption' is a bit too fast..."

"Bang"

Mason had just turned a street corner when he was greeted by a rocket that smeared him in the face, and the ensuing explosion threw him flying to the ground, his heavy armor falling to the ground, and he was kicked in a circle by a group of scavenger soldiers armed with heavy firepower.

But they clearly underestimated the sturdiness of the power armor.

Mason not only completely replaced its previously damaged armor and replaced the magic alloy he had made with the Refining Array, but even enchanted the outer alloy armor.

Ordinary bullets and heavy firepower, like the current one, which are only enlarged in caliber, leave a few scratches at most.

It's like a barbed iron turtle shell.

Mason's sense of security in hiding inside was already bursting, and the constant firing around him by a group of cleaners did not make him restless, on the contrary, he slowly locked onto the surrounding targets one by one.

"Bang"

The black power armor stood up against the terrifying firepower, and smashed the approaching cleaners into pulp with three punches and two kicks in the sparks flying from the bullets.

Then he opened his hand, took a grenade in his hand, and smashed it towards the position where he was spraying fire in front of him.

After the death of three unlucky ghosts, the grenade exploded.

The blinding flash of fire engulfed another point of fire.

"The kills test results are perfect, the strength test results are perfect, the sharpness... Well, the destructive test results are perfect."

Mason steered the Superman armor in the rainstorm and strode towards the battlefield in front of him like a black steel bat, listening to the sound of the rain curtains lapping on the armor.

In this noisy battlefield, I felt a quiet from the heart.

In the end, he came up with an evaluation of the first set of power armor in his life:

"Perfect, a litter of Q."

Handsome dog Frank