The roar rose from the chanting. After the armor and the carriage fell off, the intertwining iron rain splashed in all directions, leaving exaggerated spreading tracks in the air.
The weapon, which looked as heavy as a shotgun, used a completely different mechanism inside.
After getting rid of the gunpowder reaction, a crude alchemy reaction chamber was set up inside the barrel of the gun. It destroyed the small miracles in the most violent way, melting lead and iron, intensifying silver, and then naturally producing such a cone-shaped metal rainstorm in hell.
Within a 15-meter shooting range, the silver rainstorm, which was a mixture of lead and iron steam, would bring about a terrifying lethality that was not inferior to any weapon.
Although there were shortcomings such as the difficulty of loading and the low cost-performance ratio, everything was no longer a problem with the production and supply of iron crystal seats.
Now, as the shining silver rain splashed out, the three flames that bore the brunt of it were instantly torn into pieces. In the burst of flames, there seemed to be some shriveled corpse falling, but as the truck sped forward, it quickly disappeared.
The roar of a helicopter came from the sky.
The huge aircraft suddenly accelerated and took advantage of the fact that there was no way to change lanes on a side road to run directly in front of them. The huge body nimbly changed direction and flew backward, slowly lowering its altitude.
From a distance of dozens of meters, Huai Shi could almost see the Iron Knight shrouded in armor next to the pilot in the lowered cockpit.
Behind the narrow gap of the helmet's eyes, there was no fluctuation in the pair of red eyes.
They were looking in their direction.
"You guys are f * cking lingering around. Didn't you just get a little more pension … Do you have to f * cking do this?"
Raymond cursed angrily and reached out to pull the joystick next to him. He raised his hand and flipped the switch on the dashboard at the top of the cockpit.
The engine roared, accompanied by gusts of hot air spurting out from the chassis of the truck. The entire huge truck seemed to have shrunk a little, becoming a little smaller and more agile.
It seemed to have seen that they wanted to escape.
Under the huge body of the aircraft, several landing pods were thrown out again, and more than a dozen Salamander flames rose from them again.
The flames and the large groups chasing behind the vehicle echoed each other, using strange screams as communication, blocking the direction in which they dodged in the air.
They were not in a hurry to attack. Instead, they wanted to constantly harass and create trouble for them.
Huai Shi pulled out Lord of the Fly and pointed it forward, wondering if he should give these bastards a good beating. However, there were only four bullets left in the Judgement Mode. He did not want to move unless it was absolutely necessary. He switched the magazine to its physical state and loaded the thumb-sized bullets into it.
A total of six shots. Beelzebub moaned in pleasure. Just as it was about to say something terrible like, "It's full," Huai Shi closed the magazine and rolled down the window. He did not give Beelzebub a chance to trash talk and stuck his head out the window. Ignoring the messy flames flying around, Beelzebub aimed at the helicopter in the distance and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
A shocking explosion erupted.
The recoil of the Lord of the Flies in live-fire mode was shockingly strong. It was as if a wild horse was struggling madly. Even with Huai Shi's grip, the gun almost flew out of his hand.
The thumb-sized alloy bullet instantly turned red under the activation of the matrix. It pierced through the air, leaving a pale white trail, and flew towards the aircraft.
The terrifying kinetic energy that was not inferior to a large-caliber sniper rifle gave it the power to penetrate armor. It trampled on the insignificant steel in front of it. After tearing the window in front of the cockpit, it instantly arrived in front of the pilot.
The moment Huai Shi pulled the trigger, the armored man in the co-pilot seat suddenly pulled out his sword. The heavy sword blocked the bullet's path.
The collision between steel and steel created a loud noise.
The seat that the armored man was sitting on actually twisted and broke from the base.
The heavy sword screamed in the vibration. A faint dent appeared on the sword. A deformed bullet core fell from the sword and landed on the back of the pilot's hand, making a sizzling sound.
There was no need for orders at all. Enduring the intense burning pain, the pilot who escaped with his life pressed the red button and activated the deflection field on the fuselage. He threw down two black containers and quickly rose to the altitude.
Then, with Huai Shi's gunshots, the pilot began to see the number of the fuel gauge drop.
The force field conversion engine roared, unable to bear the heavy load. The verification chip was almost overloaded under the impact in this short period of time.
It was as if it had been bombarded by a cannon at close range!
After firing six bullets, Huai Shi felt that his wrist was about to break.
Just as he was about to turn around and kill the dozen or so Salamanders who were circling around, he realized that the balls of fire were like rabbits who saw a dog. They all began to jump left and right crazily on the spot.
They were frightened by Beelzebub.
When they saw Huai Shi's gun aimed at them, they frantically made tactical maneuvers and hid even further away than a kitten that was being chased.
But before they could get rid of these guys, the two containers thrown by the aircraft had already smashed into the front of the truck.
Raymond drifted on the spot and almost threw Huai Shi off.
Then, as the containers were smashed, two roaring motorcycles flew out from them, carrying armored knights and speeding towards them.
With the roar of the engine, flames even spewed out from the tail of the oversized motorcycles. In an instant, they nimbly swept past the guards' scattershot and got close to the wheels as if they were juggling. The spears in their hands pierced out.
The sound of tires exploding could be heard, and Raymond's expression became more and more unpleasant.
Fortunately, there were enough tires on the truck for them to poke more than a dozen times.
But the problem was that the other party did not even need to finish poking.
Once they slowed down, the Eye of Nightmare would definitely chase after them. Once they were anchored here, there was no need to think about the sub-control center underground. It was almost equivalent to giving it to them for free.
He was simply too familiar with this.
Once the detection team that was searching around found traces of the enemy, they would not let go and call for reinforcements. Then, more than a dozen teams would begin to surround them …
Or, there was no need to waste so much manpower and directly call for artillery support … At that time, they might die even more miserably.
Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
He originally thought that driving a truck in Hell was already the best. In the end, the other side had planes, cannons, and even f * cking motorcycles …
"Why are they so advanced? F * ck!"
"Otherwise, the Eye of Nightmare is the top mercenary group in the cemetery of the returnless. They are so close to more than a dozen Hells that they wear the same pants. It's just a few motorcycles … They even have relics of authority! It's just that the team from the Twilight Village that came this time might not have such a high-level configuration. "
Huai Shi was stunned. Before he could take a few breaths of cold air, he reacted, "Wait, how do you know so much?"
"Hahaha, that's a long story …"
Raymond smiled awkwardly and turned the steering wheel. Suddenly, he swung his tail on the spot. The body of the car was like an iron wall that sent an approaching motorcycle flying, exploding into a ball of fireworks in mid-air.
However, taking advantage of the slight pause, Salamander and another motorcycle that was wandering around suddenly approached … Huai Shi was completely furious.
After being out for half a day, he did not see his destination. Instead, he saw a group of people rushing up to collect tolls and pestering him.
Since he could not continue on his way, he could only f * cking send them on their way.
He suddenly pushed open the car door, ignoring Raymond's exclamation, and jumped out.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Practicing the piano!"
In the air, within the bulky protective suit, Huai Shi waved her hand, and a chain emitting black smoke and sparks flew out from her hand. It wrapped itself around the handlebars of the motorcycle from a distance of several dozen meters and rapidly contracted.
"Hello!"
With an exaggerated spin, Huai Shi, who had jumped out of the passenger seat, fell from the sky. He brushed past the flames and fell, stepping on the front of the motorcycle.
Before he could steady himself, the rider on the motorcycle had already thrown away his spear, pulled out a pistol from the weapon rack, and aimed it at Huai Shi's face.
Drummer!
With a sudden burst of wind, the barrel of the gun was grabbed, raised, and aimed at the sky. The bullet flew out.
The rider was stunned. Before he could react, he saw a shadow flying past in front of him.
The figure shrouded in the protective suit seemed to have … grown eight arms in an instant!
Holding the sacrificial knife and the Sword of Virtue, Huai Shi swung his arms, pulled the light on the blade, and slashed forward madly, completing the intense rhythm in an instant.
But it was impossible to tell how many slashes he made.
In the shadow cast by Huai Shi, the rider was stunned. He lowered his head and only saw the crisscrossing cracks on his protective armor …
He was stunned.
"Goodbye!"
Huai Shi waved his hand, fell backward, grabbed the shrinking chain, and returned to the motorcycle.
Then, the tyrannical sunlight sprinkled down.
The curse came.
Thick black smoke rose from the broken armor, and the screams came to an abrupt end.
Flames rose and wrapped around the burning wreckage. The motorcycle tilted and rolled on the ground, ushering in a destructive explosion.
But then, the roar of more motorcycles sounded from the front corner, and the low sound of propellers echoed in the sky.
As if enraged, a large number of airdrop cabins were thrown down, and then dozens of flames rose from the back of the motorcycles.
Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
He couldn't win in terms of numbers!
"How far is it?" He landed on the roof of the truck and asked through the radio.
"Three kilometers! It's a matter of stepping on the accelerator! "
Raymond shouted loudly, "I'm going to use my power, hold on tight!"
"What the hell?"
Huai Shi thought he didn't hear clearly, but then he felt the entire truck suddenly turn around and drive straight toward the collapsed building next to them.
It was going to be a race!
Huai Shi's face turned pale. Thinking of the wild experience of crossing mountains and seas a few days ago, he felt his scalp tingle and immediately tied himself to the front of the truck.
The remaining guards naturally grabbed the chairs they welded to the truck one by one, ready to accept the impact.
Their vision blurred.
They didn't feel the shock and roar of the impact.
Huai Shi only felt his body lighten, and then he fell backward.
When he came to his senses, he saw the ground quickly moving away from him.
He was rising.
The entire truck had strangely driven up the building … Literally, it drove up the building. Ignoring gravity, the wheels of the truck crushed Newton's coffin lid, maintaining a ninety degree angle with the ground. It drove on the building and quickly rose up.
Huai Shi hung on the Rope of Sorrow, stunned.
But in this rapid rise, he heard the sound of propellers getting closer and closer. When Huai Shi looked up, he saw the same dull face in the cockpit of the rapidly approaching aircraft.
Unbelievable.
Is there such a thing?
Yes, there is such a thing!
Without thinking, ignoring the flames that were chasing him, Huai Shi raised his hand, clenched the Spear of Compassion, and threw the brilliant iron light at the aircraft close at hand.
With a whistling sound, the deflecting force field was torn apart by the blade of the spear. Then, it penetrated the steel — not toward the cockpit, but toward the right wing of the aircraft.
The armored man who pulled out his sword again was stunned at first, but he immediately reacted and shouted at the pilot, "Make an emergency landing!"
Amid the violent tremors, a loud explosion was heard.
With an all-out attack, the Spear of Compassion had penetrated the wing of the aircraft. The body of the spear was stuck between the blades of the propellers, colliding with the rapidly rotating steel.
Accompanied by a scalp-numbing high-pitched sound, the huge fan blades fell apart, and the heavy and sharp fragments whistled past Huai Shi, deeply embedded in the building.
With the left wing broken, thick smoke and flames spewed out, and the aircraft fell crookedly in the air, spiraling downward, and finally smashing into the ground.
In the burning wreckage, the armored Sublimator walked out of the thick smoke, dragging a heavy longsword.
He raised his head and looked at the truck with wings nimbly jumping between floors and escaping.
After a long time, he retracted his gaze and pulled out a radio walkie-talkie from the wreckage behind him.
"Target confirmed." He said, "Huai Shi from the Ivory Tower … and the defector 'Leonard the Immortal' are heading toward you. Treat them well."
"Roger."
In the noisy sound of the electric current, there was a hoarse response.
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