Under the barrage of attacks, the man wielding the dagger was already riddled with wounds.
His initially decent suit had been reduced to tattered strips of cloth, dyed crimson by the dripping blood. Beneath the clothes were horrifying wounds that were so deep that bones could be seen. His face was covered in blood that almost obscured his vision, but he did not dare to divert his attention to wipe it off.
Furthermore, none of these wounds were caused by the opponent's direct attacks. Just the wind pressure and sonic booms produced during the battle alone had caused his entire body to be covered in wounds that were almost fatal to ordinary people.
Should it be classified as a miracle that he was able to dodge all the attacks until now and not be killed in a direct confrontation?
Vincent actually had such a strange thought when he was on the brink of death. Then, the intense pressure of death engulfed his heart once again.
The Mecha Monster in front of him was a pure killing machine. All of her logic was to calculate the most efficient way of destruction. Vincent had faced all kinds of ruthless killers and powerful Esper Warriors before, but when he was faced with a cold-blooded weapon in the truest sense of the word, he actually felt that even his former enemies were so gentle and courteous.
Gasping violently, Vincent felt that his lungs were starting to burn, to the point that even his heart and other organs were about to turn into ashes. He had no stamina left, and what was even more fatal was the mental exhaustion. The attack of the robot Scorpion was like a never-ending storm. She did not need to retaliate, did not need to think or hesitate, and did not even need to breathe. There would definitely be a time when a human's attack would be interrupted, but to a machine, no matter how intense the movement was, it was just a series of simple repetitive movements. Vincent's stamina was rapidly being depleted in the battle against such a tireless fighting machine.
After an upward slash was dodged, the Scorpion Woman with a cold expression crossed the two daggers in her hands, raising half of her body high up like a raging horse. The dazzling blue and white electricity on the blades crackled. Having already seen the power of this move, Vincent jumped to the side without hesitation. But this time, the opponent's move changed. The electromagnetic explosion did not erupt as expected. The fatal long daggers suddenly changed direction when they were halfway down, slashing toward his waist.
Subconsciously, Vincent raised the dagger in his hand and made a blocking posture — this was the first time he had made such a move since the start of the battle because the two long daggers gave him a strong sense of danger. It was so strong that he had a feeling that he would die without a complete corpse if he blocked it.
What happened in the next second proved that this feeling was not an illusion.
Amidst ear-piercing sonic booms and metallic explosions, the dagger forged from a special alloy instantly turned into a messy mess of metal threads. Immediately after that, his entire arm turned into a mist of blood before he could even react.
Vincent didn't even have the chance to scream. He saw a black shadow charging at him, and then he was sent flying.
The robot scorpion twisted its body and used its strange metal tail to send its opponent flying.
The man who was sent flying flew through the air in a parabola of more than a hundred meters before smashing through a wooden door with the words "No Entry" written on it. Then, he disappeared into the darkness.
The scorpion woman who caused all of this tilted her head and unconsciously shook her tail that had just caused trouble. She then pursed her lips in a slightly depressed manner.
Looks like … I've overexerted myself … The man-made materials of this world are so fragile …
Kacha … Kacha … Kacha …
The sound of mechanical limbs moving came faintly from afar, as if the Grim Reaper's footsteps were ruthlessly stepping on his heart. Vincent, who was hiding in the storeroom, was filled with despair. He used his remaining bloody left hand to smash his head, trying to use this method to distance himself from the footsteps that were threatening his life.
That monster … is coming …
Once upon a time, he had also played the role of forcing the helpless weak to the edge of death, but who would have thought that all of this would happen to him today …
The opponent was playing a game of cat and mouse. This was something he had just realized. The mechanical monster was so powerful. Her charging speed even reached more than ten times the speed of sound. The steel cars and reinforced concrete walls did not even have the qualifications to distract her. The two huge long swords were so powerful that the only result of his bold block was that his entire right arm was instantly cut into meat paste. Even his short sword, which was said to be forged from the strongest X alloy, turned into a mess of metal wires.
Thinking of the strange scene of the short sword turning into metal wires, Vincent felt a little confused at first, but soon, this confusion was washed away by a shocking fact.
Could it be that every swing of the mechanical scorpion's sword was, in fact, nearly a thousand instantaneous slashes?
What kind of technology could create such a killing weapon that defied the common sense of physics!?
Facing such an enemy, how could he persist for so long?
Moreover, under the pursuit of such a terrifying monster, Vincent could not think of any reasonable explanation other than that the opponent was playing with him.
Feeling a little bored, Vega swayed her tail slightly as she walked towards the storeroom in front of her. In her scanning vision, the trembling figure of the enemy was clearly visible behind the wall.
Stupid life form … Although the combat power was barely acceptable, it was almost enough to end the enemy's life.
It was about time to end this enemy's life. If he had wanted to collect information on this new type of enemy, he would have done so several minutes ago. However, this enemy's strength was only at this level. His mind was on the verge of collapse, and there was no point in continuing to pressure him. More information … would be in the upcoming battles …
"Vega, did you hear me?"
Just as Vega stood still and the tip of her tail slowly opened up, revealing the red crystal used for sniping, a voice suddenly rang in her mind, causing her to immediately stop what she was doing.
"On standby! Sir! "
"Has the enemy been eliminated?"
"No, sir!"
"What took you so long?"
"Collect information, sir!"
"… Actually, you could have said a few more words … At least you don't have to answer every question I ask …"
"Yes, sir!"
There was a moment of silence from the other side, and only a series of banging sounds could be heard.
"… Alright, come back …"
"Yes, sir!"
"… You should at least question what to do with the enemy that is still alive! Don't you feel surprised at all?! "
"Vega, carry out the order, sir!"
Then there was the sound of a group of people banging the wall at the same time …
After trembling under the shadow of death for a few minutes, Vincent heard the sound of metal limbs moving further and further away.
Gone?
Gone!
At first, he was surprised, but when the truth was confirmed, he was greatly surprised.
The mysterious robot monster really retreated!
Of course, Vincent would not think that the opponent retreated because she could not find the target. It was impossible for such an advanced machine, which was far beyond human imagination, to not have a way to scan him. In fact, he only hid in the storeroom to seek a little psychological comfort. There must be another reason why the robot woman let him go … But the reason was meaningless now. The important thing was … he survived … and luckily escaped from the pursuit of a strange robot monster …
Yes, I must quickly report what happened today to the higher-ups. Such a robot monster that obviously did not belong to the human world appearing in the city definitely meant something. Even if I can't figure it out, the higher-ups of the organization may have some information …
But before that … I still have more troubles to solve … The effect of the emergency medicine will soon end, and the massive bleeding in my right arm is likely to take my life … Moreover, the people from the ability team are also searching here, so whether I can escape or not is a question that doesn't need to be answered … Ability team … Will that scorpion … How is that possible? That isn't something that can be created with human technology … Damn, my head is spinning …
* * * *
With a clang, Lin Xue slammed the thick red wooden door shut, completely stifling the faint sound of music outside, and then briskly returned to her position.
It was a large office, brightly lit, elegantly arranged, and a dazzling number of files were stacked on the full bookshelves. The ornamental indoor landscape tree had a very mismatched stuffed bear doll hanging on it, and the coffee pot next to me was steaming. In front of me sat the half-immortal named Lin Xue behind the wide and horribly rotten semi-circular boss table.
No one would have thought that such a place, apart from the leftover stuffed toys, was a stronghold of the Psychic Team built under the KTV.
Well, in fact, I really wanted to ridicule the extent to which the Psychic Team's stronghold was everywhere, and why there was such a farfetched fact that a Psychic Team's stronghold could be dug out from 300 meters to the left of my house and then 15 meters down.
It felt like the Psychic Team was like some kind of "transporter", a rather rare space magician, but in fact, a magical creature that could appear in any corner of a small village.
Alright, I'm getting dizzy by myself …
"First of all, we should celebrate that we didn't end up empty-handed!"
Lin Xue, with an expression of finally returning to her own territory, sat proudly on her leather chair, her face as bright as the sun at eight or nine o 'clock in the morning.
Based on this point alone, I can imagine how many times she missed before we helped her. You should be thanking me, your great benefactor, instead of giving me a flying kick the moment we met and then insincerely saying that it was just a habitual action and that you should choose a better action next time or something like that, you damned brat!
"Then, let us denounce a certain big log for suddenly cramping and letting the enemy escape such a brainless move …"
… I knew you were going to say this …
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