Chapter 388 Bullets Dominating the Battlefield
The sword-wielding mutant who had resurrected for some unknown reason charged again and cut off the right arm of the last power armor.
At this time, he took a deep breath, holding the long sword with both hands to stabilize the chaotic breath in his body.
The arm of the power armor was very hard, especially the alloy skeleton wrapped in vanadium dioxide.
Although he cut it off by force with the momentum of the impact, his arms were still numb and trembling slightly.
The cable in the wound of the power armor burst out with crackling sparks. The host immediately cut off the connection between the cable and the high-energy battery, and adjusted the balance and center of gravity to keep the power armor balanced again.
With a buzzing sound after the mechanical muscle was charged, T-65's right arm held a dagger and stabbed straight at the sword-wielding mutant.
The powerful force made this stab as fast as thunder.
The sword-wielding man looked directly at the tip of the stabbing sword, his eyes as calm as a lake, without a trace of fluctuation.
In the eyes of others, this stab was simply unavoidable.
But the sword-wielding man's powerful supernatural attribute made his reflex speed far exceed that of other tenth-level supernaturals.
In his eyes, this stab, although swift, was too rigid and lacked changes.
He swung the sword in his hand, drawing an arc in the air, as if swinging an iron rod, from bottom to top, and hit the dagger.
"Dang!"
A sharp metal collision sound, as if someone was hitting steel bars with a sledgehammer.
The dagger was directly deflected by the brute force of the sword-wielding man, and pierced through his head, cutting off several hairs.
"This..."
The Almighty God soldiers who were still fighting looked at him in amazement.
The sword-wielding man's sword just now had no skills at all, just relying on brute force, and anyone could use it. But relying on such a sword alone, it could deflect the stab of the power armor, which was so powerful and terrifying!
You know, when it comes to technology, the Almighty God Church can proudly say that everyone present is garbage.
This is the foundation of the Almighty God Cult, so their power armor is also the best in this famine world.
It can even fight against the eleventh-level power-type superpowers.
But they never expected that this sword-wielding man was too fierce and desperate!
They looked at the sword-wielding man as if they were looking at a human-shaped beast.
The next moment, he leaned down, and his body instantly shrank a little, sticking to the power armor.
Activate the superpower again: boiling blood rage!
The blood in the body began to heat up, squeezing the potential of the sword-wielding man, allowing him to burst out with more powerful power.
His eyes narrowed, and the fascia and muscles of his whole body were as tight as the bow arm of a longbow, containing powerful power.
The next moment, the long sword in his hand was like a silver streak, piercing straight forward.
The boiling blood rage allowed him to burst out the most powerful power in a narrow space.
Before he stabbed, the driver of the power armor opposite had a feeling in his heart that this sword would definitely pierce him.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound, accompanied by the sound of metal tearing, sounded like an oil barrel being pierced.
The driver sitting in the cockpit felt the entire power armor vibrate violently, as if hit by a sledgehammer.
The lights in the cockpit suddenly went out. His head hit the seat hard, buzzing.
A fishy and sweet taste came from his mouth. Because it was inconvenient to wear motion capture gloves, he wiped it with the back of his hand. It was wet and should be all blood.
His gums were bleeding from the shock.
With a buzzing sound, the power in the cockpit was reconnected.
As the light source reappeared, he squinted his eyes and suddenly found that a sword tip had pierced through the cockpit cover, reflecting the light brightly.
There was not even a gap on the sword tip, intact.
The power armor was now pierced by a sword, although only a small part was pierced.
But a hint of joy rose in the driver's heart. Now, the sword was stuck on the cockpit cover, which was his best chance to fight back.
The man with the sword looked at the long sword that had been inserted, and he knew that the driver in the power armor was still alive.
Superpower: Energy Jet!
He chose to extract the energy stored in all the cells in his body and gathered them on the blade of the ice crack long sword in his hand.
The long sword began to flash with golden light, and it vibrated slightly, making a soft humming sound.
The next moment, the golden light shot out from the sword body.
The golden lightning rushed into the cockpit along the sword body, destroying everything inside.
"Boom!"
With a huge roar, the golden energy destroyed all the way, eroding the most vulnerable top of the cockpit, and finally penetrated the sighting system on the head of the power armor, gushing out, and splashing into the air five or six meters.
The man with the sword snorted: "Rubbish!"
Then he pulled out the long sword inserted in the hatch and put it back into the scabbard.
Thick smoke poured out from the gap in the power armor, and the electronic equipment inside was ignited.
The morale of the soldiers in Shelter No. 1 was immediately boosted. They looked at the scrapped power armor with awe in their eyes.
If they relied on themselves, even with anti-power armor weapons such as rocket launchers, they would have to suffer casualties to eliminate the power armor.
If they were a little less lucky, it was not impossible for them to be completely destroyed by the power armor.
The sword-wielding man looked quite proud, and leisurely took out a metal wine flask from his arms, which contained the old cellar from Shelter No. 36.
He unscrewed the lid and poured a mouthful into his mouth. A stream of heat flowed down his throat into his stomach, quickly replenishing the consumed energy.
"Ha..."
The man hissed and exhaled, and the sound shook the entire battlefield: "The rubbish of the Church of Almighty God, all lay down your weapons, raise your hands and surrender, and hand over the supplies you have harvested. This is your only way out!"
At this time, Bed's face was covered with dust, hiding behind the car and shouting: "Bullshit! You don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is after killing two power armors, right? Brothers, kill him!"
Bede was not a coward, and he was the first to take the lead and roared and jumped up and rushed out.
But he saw that an iron chain flew out of his modified prosthesis, like a terrifying iron python, making a sharp whistle and whipping towards the man.
The man was very calm, staring at the whistling chain with a sneer on his face, and only dodged it when it was about to hit him.
The heavy chain barely brushed past his shoulder and fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, the chain fell to the ground, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and stones and dust scattered everywhere.
The sword-wielding man narrowed his eyes, moved his palm, and the long sword appeared in his hand.
With a wave of his arm, the long sword in his hand pierced through the ring hole in the chain, pierced into the ground, and sank into the handle.
Under the soil was a road surface made of reinforced concrete in the old times.
Although it had been exposed to the sun and wind for a long time, and eroded day after day, it was still quite solid.
The man directly nailed the long sword in with brute force. The long sword was like a nail, nailing the heavy chain to the ground.
Bed roared and tried to pull the chain up from the ground.
But the armor on its arms kept flashing with halos, stretching the chain straight, but still couldn't pull it up.
A sharp light, a thunder blade suddenly appeared in the man's hands!
Step forward and lift it up.
The sharp thunder blade squeezed the air, making a sharp whistle, and swept across Bede's body.
Bede's eyes suddenly widened.
He looked down at his chest with a look of surprise...
A blood line appeared there.
The next moment, the blood line turned into a hideous wound.
The sharp thunder blade cut directly into the muscle, cutting off several of Bede's ribs and spine.
Blood gushed out like a spring under the electric shock.
Bede screamed in pain a few times, and fell to the ground just like that. With a lot of blood loss, he slowly lost consciousness...
"Who else!"
The sword-wielding man looked down at the entire battlefield with pride.
That spirit is really a god-like hero!
"No one can resist, right? Come on, take all the supplies away!"
As soon as the words fell.
A gunshot shook the air, and in the chaotic battlefield, it sounded harshly...
"Bang~~~~"
