Winters in Olin are cold, and the warm fireplace is only in the window. The three homeless orphans could only shiver in the corner, their dim eyes moving as passers-by passed, hoping that some hapless man would drop a gold coin so that they could survive a slightly warmer winter.

The fat-headed, big-eared abominable rich man stopped in front of the three, his hands covered with sharp teeth and bloody mouths frowning, as if he was angry.

The three poor orphans shrank into the corner, and the purple-eyed demon puffed up his thin and thin chest and moved forward a little, hiding the other two children behind him.

Demons are like pigs and dogs, and everyone spurns. When they have no strength to fight, they will not pay attention to the remaining two little beggars, which is the experience he has summed up after wandering in Orin for a long time and ignorance.

Anyway, I'm a demon, and I have to recover faster than ordinary people, but is it just a few beatings? Just take it.

The hateful fat middle-aged man frowned, staring straight at the ominous purple eyes, not caring about the evil light in the demonic purple eyes.

"It's you......"

He spoke, the sharp teeth on the back of his hand slowly closing and opening, as if there was a mouth chewing something there.

"Are you about to get lost?"

There was a chewing sound from the scarlet armor, and the feast that was fiercely pressed under the two Seraphs suddenly trembled, as if a fierce beast was about to break through the ground! Such a horrific scene made Moxiso above the high room laugh loudly after a brief moment of stunned appearance.

"I guessed right! Turns out you're a fire stealer too! ”

Morgan had had enough of the madman's tricks, and he pulled at the corners of Moxiso's coat and yelled at his pale mask!

"You should explain to Lao Tzu what the hell is going on!"

In the grace of an old aristocracy, Moxiso slowly slapped Morgan's hand clutching his collar away, "Quiet, Morgan, quiet." In the face of such miracles, mortals can only admire. He walked to the transparent end of the room, looked condescendingly at the trembling armor through the thick glass.

The sound of chewing suddenly became louder, and the bruises on Morgan's forehead were exposed, and the damn chewing sound pulled him back to that night he didn't want to remember. On that night! In this sound of chewing, he lost his comrades-in-arms, friends, and even elders! He hadn't slept well since that night, and every time he dreamed, he could see the long dead people smiling strangely, and in a sensational manner, tearing pieces of flesh from themselves and putting them into their fangy mouths!

That's it! Feaster!

"The blood pressure is still rising, and the heartbeat has broken through the limit of ordinary people! Damn it! Is this really human? ”

"Consciousness synchrony rate...... 25% and rising! ”

"Consciousness synchronization rate! 69%”

“83%！ It has reached an all-time record level! ”

"Damn! Is the detector broken? Why it's still rising! ”

A moment later, a dead silence suddenly descended on this strange pavilion in the sky, and Sato's dry and hoarse voice slowly sounded, "Record, consciousness synchronization rate, 100%!" ”

Moxiso slowly touched the thick glass with his hand, looked at the demonic armor that slowly stood up below, and hummed briskly.

"The graceful and valiant knight clenched his sword, and from then on, his own sea of blood poured to cheer for him!"

What does a 100% synchronicity of consciousness look like? According to the research of precision gears, even the synchronization rate of consciousness between people and their own bodies is only 96%. Therefore, in the synchronization with the consciousness of the mechanical armor, those who can reach 70% can already be regarded as elite knights. And more than 80%, in terms of the entire history of mechanical armor, are only a few people.

Even Morgan, who was drenched in a cold sweat at this time, only surpassed the threshold of elite knights, reaching 71%.

"How is that possible?"

Morgan touched the sweat from his forehead, and he asked Moxiso in disbelief, finally freed from his old fear.

"Some people take a 60 because they are at this level, while some people take a 100 because the full score is 100."

Moses tapped the glass with his knuckles and whispered, "Quiet, our knights are going to dance......"

It was indeed a wonderful dance, and the feast was exerted from the roar of the magic crystal engine, and the white mist gradually spread. The gears that controlled the Seraph's retreat for the first time chose a back-to-back combat stance. Through the sharing of perspectives and powerful data analysis capabilities, it can observe every corner of this small training ground.

However, instead of choosing a roundabout battle and a safe way of fighting one by one, the feast was just as it had just begun. chose to defend directly and crush the past purely with the excellent performance of the feast!

Flesh-and-blood armor stomped on the ground and burst through the fog, unarmed with no weapon in his hand, like a moth to a flame, rushing from the far end.

The Seraphs changed their formation, preparing to repeat their old tricks, and at the cost of a body of armor, they inflicted another heavy blow on the feast.

However, like a dancer, at the moment when he was almost within the range of the Seraph's attack, the feast knelt sideways in an unreasonable posture, and under the effect of inertia, he slid with his right foot as the point!

A mortal with a sliding shovel may feed a tiger.

But a sliding shovel with extremely heavy armor is already a formidable combat skill!

Between the splashes of parts, the lower plate of an armor in a parrying posture completely exploded, and the silver-white liquid magic crystal slowly dripped to the ground along the broken pipe.

Tick......

Tick......

Feast stood up in the midst of the shattered parts, stooping from the twitching Seraphs to pick up the one-handed double-edged sword.

Standing sideways with a sword in both hands, basic armor fighting techniques!

The first style, the next split!

Another complete Seraphic Angel held a sword to block, and a deafening metal roar sounded from the intersection of the two swords, without the slightest hesitation, after the Seraphic Angel took this sword, he actually chose to give up his defense, and slashed the feast with the momentum of a fish to death and a broken net!

The roar of the Crystal Engine rang out again, but this time, it was two!

The Seraph's one-handed double-edged sword came to a futile halt less than two fingers away from the feast. Bright, ephemeral sparks flickered above the shattered visor.

Feast loosens the one-handed double-edged sword that is stuck to the Seraph's heavy breastplate.

The Seraph, having lost its power source, crashed to the ground, but did not splash a single piece of dust. Fran shrugged, thinking to himself that the person in charge here must be a cleanliness addict, and there can't even be a speck of ash in such a large cave.

The sound of chewing gradually stopped, and Furlong took the huge steps of the feast, returning to the unfolded armament module, and when the breastplate of the feast was opened, the purple-eyed boy with a slight sweat on his forehead had some difficulty to get out of the hideous armor.

He looked at the empty cave and pursed his lips, a little nervous, "Did I pass the test drive?" ”

In the middle of the night, Moxiso's voice sounded, like a cold wind in winter, and there was a feeling of gnashing teeth.

"The ownership of the Norton Pavilion has been transferred to you, and your savings card is in the name of Precision Cog. A thousand gold coins have been deposited into your card in a matter of seconds. After a pause, Moxiso's sarcastic voice rang out, "You're impressive, Fran. Such a rough use of such a wonderful mechanical artifact is tantamount to grabbing delicious cheese with a dirty hand and putting it in your mouth. ”

Fran didn't answer, but he felt that what Moxiso said made sense. After all, after actually driving the feast, he finally understood why Moxiso was so disdainful of the armor that the Ivory Tower Military Academy treasured.

Judging from the data alone, the feast can completely crush the sum of the performance of the three Seraphs.

If it were a newly recruited soldier to manipulate the feast, I am afraid that the three Seraphs would not be able to hurt the feast in the slightest if they did not use high-powered thermal weapons.

With a cold snort from Moxiso, a group of white-robed researchers emerged from all corners, expertly examining the remains of the Feast and the Seraphs with a bunch of instruments that Furlong couldn't understand.

They whispered from time to time, and looked up at Fran with undisguised longing in their eyes. Fran turned his head without changing his face, and put it in a warm embrace.

Sato's gentle voice sounded from behind him, "Don't be afraid, they just want to invite you to some ...... Well...... It's just a small experiment. After all, you've made history. Of course, they won't bother you until the chief says anything. ”

Fran nodded slightly, lowering his head as usual, hiding his bewitching purple eyes under the fragments of black hair.

To make history is not so much to make a deal with the devil. Fran had known the identity of the abominable fat man when he had awakened from a fantasy where it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the unreal.

The god of gluttony and feasting, the Feaster!

"Come with me, give you a medical check-up, and then write a test drive experience. Then you can go home. ”

Sato's voice pulled Fran back to reality in his thoughts. Fran nodded and quietly followed Sato out of the messy training grounds.