Dust was scattered in the cave, and at this time, there were only three Seraphic Angels left on the field, barely staggering to their feet, and in just a few breaths, the tide of battle suddenly reversed. Feast reached out and picked up his two-handed heavy sword from his feet, and just before the support Seraphs could stand firmly, they stepped on their feet, and surging power burst out from the magic crystal engine, and then pulled their hands along the copper pipes hidden deep in the purple flesh. The heavy giant sword seemed to be wrapped in a powerful wind and thunder, and it smashed down towards the supporting Seraph!

At this time, the 'gear' has already figured out the way of the feast, and as an artificial intelligence, it will not make two mistakes on the same mistake, even if the opportunity to catch the feast this time is extremely tricky, but!

In the calculation of the 'gears', the act of the feast at this time has long been expected!

The wrist armor of a defensive Seraphic Angel suddenly opened, and with a huge roar and firelight, the heavy sword under the feast was slightly offset by a sudden gunshot, but it was this little deviation that allowed the Support Seraphic Angel to find a chance to escape!

Deftly leaping out of the way, the support Seraphs finally distanced themselves from the Feast after the armor on their shoulders was completely shattered, and at this time, the other defensive Seraph had raised its giant shield behind it, vigilantly defending against the possible onslaught of the Feast next.

The attack had apparently failed, and Gear had taken advantage of this hard-won opportunity to quickly adjust its tactics, and as the support Seraph's fire lock was lifted, the strange-looking gun mounted on its waist fell into his hands, an armored rifle only as long as an eagle strike, an ode.

The nervous onlookers were no strangers to this rifle made of precision gears, and in a way, the ode can be described as a masterpiece of precision gears. The huge ammunition capacity, as well as the extremely high accuracy, made this armor rifle quite useful on the front line. Those bullets that were not a big threat to the armor could easily tear apart the fragile bodies of the elves. The abundant ammunition reserve and high accuracy make this gun suitable for any occasion.

At this time, the 'gear' took out this firearm, apparently not trying to inflict any damage on the feast with this firearm, but preparing to use it as a flank to harass the feast when the defensive Seraph attacked.

Yes, in the plan of 'Cogears', the next to be the main offensive force is not the rather miserable-looking support Seraphs, but the two defensive Seraphs with heavy armor.

As the crystal engine ran like a beast, the giant axe at the side of the defensive Seraph was held in their thick hands, and the bolts and axes in the palms of their hands were locked. Guarantee that there will be no worries about getting rid after waiting for the confrontation.

This time, 'Cogears' chose to strike first.

The defensive Seraphim, who hadn't had time to pick up his giant shield, slammed forward, his heavy body like a brute bull! Feeling the oncoming wind, Feast had to turn sideways, and dodged the giant axe that slammed down, but the defensive Seraphic Angel holding a giant shield had already followed, and the Feast had to give up the two-handed giant sword in his hand again, and after the giant sword was released, the speed of the Feast skyrocketed, as if trying to bypass the two defensive Seraphs that rushed to him, and approached the support Seraphs who were in the rear, holding a carol and trying to harass......

And when the figure rushing out of the feast saw the fire on the wrist of the defensive seraph who passed by him, he couldn't stop his form.

After a loud roar, the Feast flew out uncontrollably after eating a shotgun shot from his armor and killing him with a shotgun. It slammed into the ground not far away.

After the massive body smashed to the ground, it shook up bursts of rubble.

Feast's arm supported his body, and slowly stood up on the broken ground under himself, the breastplate that had been bombarded head-on by the deceased was scorched black, but through the tablet in his hand, the researchers could clearly see that the scorched black bone armor was not seriously damaged.

In other words, the shooting just now had very little effect on the feast!

However, after barely standing up, the feast stumbled a few times inexplicably, and then suddenly fell to the ground on his back, unable to get up again!

Moxiso frowned, and hurriedly stopped the experiment, shouting, "The experiment is over, hurry up and save people!" ”

All the researchers, including Moxiso, seemed to have overlooked a very important thing because of the dazzling performance of the Feast, the Feast was very strong, but the Feast at this time was not completely armored, and the resistance to the huge impact of the Afterlife was almost minimal, that is to say, the bone armor that came with the Feast could completely resist the power of the afterlife, but the impact of the Afterlife Shotgun did not reduce the full effect on Fran who was inside the Feast!

It's a shotgun for armor, and the power can be imagined. That kind of terrifying power that can overturn the giant beast, even if Fran is a demon, he can't bear it unscathed!

As Moxiso's cold voice rang out, a group of researchers rushed into the room with all sorts of equipment, only to be forcibly dispersed by the genuine doctors who arrived.

Where are these bastards here to save people, they are obviously running to join in the fun, and by the way, hurry up to observe and study the feast where the mutation has occurred! At this time, the three Seraphs who were the culprits also walked towards this side under the control of the 'gears', and with the force of the three armors, the feast that fell on their backs was turned over by them, and as the reserved external switch was pressed, the bone armor on the chest of the feast gradually opened, revealing the cockpit inside.

An exclamation sounded from the mouth of the doctor on the side, the doctor who had practiced precision gear for many years and was accustomed to all kinds of tragic injuries, when facing the terrible cockpit.

As soon as his legs were weak, he threw down the emergency medical kit in embarrassment, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, constantly retreating with his hands and feet.

The researchers who were hovering around and waiting for an opportunity to observe also let out a burst of exclamations. Even though they had seen the strange way of arming before, the moment they saw this cockpit, they still couldn't suppress the most primitive fear in their hearts, which was the fear of the unknown.

The cockpit, which was still full of all kinds of wires and various electronic components yesterday, was now in a mess, and countless small and dense purple flesh threads were wrapped around Fran's body, like a cocoon, those fine silk threads were wriggling on Fran's body, and Fran's thin body was wrapped in those dense silk threads, leaving only a bloodless face exposed, but just above his black hair, there were strange creatures that had always been shaped like starfish lying on it. The dense eyes continued to blink rapidly as Fran breathed, and the purple eyes that were the same as Fran kept scanning the crowd of ordinary researchers and doctors. The moment they were stared at by those horrible eyes, the researchers felt a sense of discomfort in their hearts, a strange feeling.

Those from the gaze of that starfish monster contained a strong sense of malice! Just a casual glance has already terrified those poor fellows!

After Feast fell without warning, Moxiso, who hurried down the elevator, finally came to Feast with Morin.

At this time, Mo Lin looked at the breastplate of the feast, but there was not much panic in his beautiful eyes, and there was only a deep worry.

The purple flesh continued to wriggle, and strands of purple flesh gradually climbed on top of Fran's bare face, and the starfish monster that had always crawled on top of Fran's head noticed that Moxiso was approaching, and its eyes all over the thick wrists and feet condensed at the same time, staring at the masked Moxiso.

Moxiso knew that these strange-looking things were not the result of some monster attack, but rather the protection that the feast had imposed on Fran.

However, now that Fran is in a coma, this protective measure has brought a lot of inconvenience to Franc's rescue at this time. Moxiso looked thoughtful, if he had a hundred or so ways to save Fran from the feast without harming him. But at this time, in front of so many researchers, it was impossible for him to use that power that was not in the knowledge of the Olin humans.

At least Mosiso, who is the chief of the precision gears, can't use it, and the only solution seems to be for the 'gears' to transport Fran and the feast to a small room where he can't be watched, and then he can use the power of the Bloodlines to forcibly separate Fran and the feast.

Just as he was about to put this most sustained plan into reality, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a worried Mo Lin on the side.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Based on the previous armament and the inexplicable surge of the Feast, Moxiso was certain that there must be some kind of positive connection between Fran and the Feast, which was not clear at this time, and that Morin was an important anchor for Furlong, that is, the person in Franc's soul that he would unconsciously get close to.

So......

"Molin, can you ......" Moxiso looked at the rather strange cockpit, and for a moment didn't know how to organize his language.

Mo Lin was quite distracted, at this time she seemed to have fallen into some kind of strange realm, she heard Moxiso's words, it was a trance. Without the slightest hesitation, she strode forward, the sound of her boots on the ground sounding clearly, and she strode to the side of the feast, and quietly looked at the cockpit with the hole open in the breastplate.