Vulcan and Hefquin confronted each other for a short while. The vanguards of the Iron Wall and the Mech had already rushed into close combat and were fighting with real swords and spears.
As the Lord of the Iron Wall, Vulcan didn't have the time to pay attention to his subordinates because a large group of little guys that didn't even reach his knees were swarming over. If it was purely a competition of numbers, Vulcan certainly wouldn't care about these little things. But from the light of their souls, they were all Camilla!
This Metal Person who didn't do proper work was better at magic than many Gem People. This characteristic left a deep impression on Vulcan. So when he saw her split into so many clones, the Lord of the Iron Wall's first thought was that the other party was up to some tricks. Of course, he was on high alert.
But no matter how careful he was, these little clones of Camilla could not cause any effective damage to the God's Tears Golden Body except for the fact that there were more of them and they were a little annoying. Feeling impatient, Vulcan swept out his leg. Not only did he kick away many of Camilla's clones, but he even kicked a few of them directly into pieces.
Such a result only made the Lord of the Iron Wall feel ridiculous. It seemed that this old opponent who once made him feel threatened had fallen to such a state.
But soon, Vulcan couldn't laugh anymore.
With each kick, the leg he kicked out became heavier. Camilla's body shell that he kicked into pieces was mostly stuck to the surface of his leg. And the little guys that weren't kicked into pieces were clinging to his leg, and the number was constantly increasing.
He originally thought that these weak individuals were just using a fearless attitude and sacrificing their lives to cause trouble for him. Before he could figure out what all this was for, in the next moment, all the things that were clinging to his leg seemed to fuse into one, becoming a legging-like equipment. It was so heavy that he couldn't get rid of it.
Before he could figure out Camilla's intention, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg that was wrapped!
There were drills and saws, and there was also an unusually high temperature concentrated at one point, as if it was going to burn through his God's Tears Golden Body. And there was more than one point of the same high temperature. From top to bottom, there were countless feet that were wrapped. In addition, there were also familiar magic attacks that were cast at a very close distance. There were all kinds of attacks, and there was no way to dodge or block them. The only way was to use one's body to take them head-on.
Vulcan couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't even care that he was on the battlefield. He jumped and squatted down, using both hands to pull at the foreign object wrapped around his feet.
That strange layer was not sturdy at all. In fact, it could even be said to be rather fragile. It would be torn apart with a single pull. At the moment of tearing, various magic spells of wind, thunder, rain, and lightning were formed, as well as high-power lightning rays that shot out, but then dissipated immediately. However, this didn't mean that Hefquin would be destroyed along with the things she had transformed into. At most, the Nanobots would be dispersed and their attacks would be stopped.
However, Vulcan's crouching action meant that more Pocket-Level creatures had the opportunity to jump onto his upper body. Together with the polymer that had just been torn apart, Hefquin changed her form again and covered the body of the Lord of the Iron Wall with a thin layer of liquid, as if she had put on a tattered shirt for him.
The tattered clothes didn't have any protective effect. Instead, just like the foreign object wrapped around his legs, it launched various attacks to the inside.
Vulcan, who had sensed that something was wrong, desperately tried to tear away the thing on his body. Sometimes, when a section was uncovered, a whole row of moving sawteeth could be seen underneath. Several terrifying saw marks appeared on the body of the God's Tear where it had originally come into contact with.
Sometimes, through the half-torn clothes, a few drill bits could be seen inserted into the body of the God's Tear, constantly drilling into it. Vulcan's hand blade was close to his body. With a quick sweep, he could easily sweep away these drill bits. Although these injuries weren't deep, they showed the Lord of the Iron Wall's sorry state.
Nanobots that had been torn apart were constantly repairing their damaged companions. At the same time, they seized all the materials they could come into contact with to create new Nanobots. Coupled with the Pocket-Level clones that rushed up one after another, the number of Nanobots around Vulcan was constantly increasing.
Of course, Hefquin's attacks weren't limited to this kind of close combat. As the number of Nanobots that could be used increased, they would form shackles, locking wrists, ankles, or any other part of the body. Some of them would turn into chains, connecting these shackles, and then shorten and shorten the distance between them. In this way, they tried to restrain Vulcan into a strange posture, or at least slow down the other party's movements.
Sometimes, when they couldn't connect to other shackles for a moment, these swinging chains would simply become anchors and be nailed to the ground. Then, they would try to shorten the length of the chains and drag Vulcan to the ground.
If Vulcan used all its strength to break a section of the chain, wanting to shake it off far away. Hefquin would take the opportunity to swing it to the other side, or connect the shackles to other parts of the body, or turn the head of the chain into a shackle, or become an anchor to the ground, continuing to try to restrain the already flustered Lord of the Iron Wall.
When the number of clones that rushed forward was enough to drown half of Vulcan's body, Hefquin began to condense into a larger body. Sometimes, a giant palm that could grab Vulcan's entire forearm would grab two sections of the God's Tear Golden Body and twist it fiercely. Sometimes, a giant foot or a giant fist would suddenly condense, beating Lord of the Iron Wall like a child.
In the face of this attack method that it had never encountered before, Vulcan could be said to be one-sidedly suppressed. Every blow of its was like hitting cotton. Because Hefquin didn't defend at all, it scattered as soon as it was hit, and when it scattered, it would pounce on the God's Tear Golden Body. As long as it covered a part of the surface, it would be a zero-distance attack such as a saw, drill, and other attacks without mercy.
Vulcan had never encountered such a battle before, so it could only rely on the advantage of the God's Tear Golden Body to support itself. The damage caused by the opponent was actually very small, and there was no killing move that would really kill it in one blow. So it calmed down to defend and tried to observe the weakness of this strange tactic.
But Vulcan slowed down, and it was Hefquin's opportunity. First, she condensed two palms and tightly clasped Vulcan's wrists. Then, sporadic fragments kept flying, or pocket-level robots, after pouncing on the palms, changed its shape, and let the arms grow inch by inch. Then it was the body, legs, and head.
Since Hefquin was transformed by the fire seed, it was the first time that she had condensed into a leader-level robot. In terms of size, she was a lot taller than Lord of the Iron Wall, whose head had exploded, as if an adult was dealing with a child. But her appearance didn't have the neat mechanical style of the robots, but the appearance of the elemental creatures in the past, without any difference.
Vulcan didn't show any fear, instead, it said with a bit of a proud tone, "You're finally willing to show up, Camilla. You have the awareness to fight with me face to face. "
Although it said that, Vulcan didn't move, and it kicked out with a thunderous kick!
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