Chapter 808 Exhaustion (Second)
In the eyes of the sage, the mystic who was frozen in amber suddenly disappeared in the flash of transmission. The scorching sword fell from the sky at a speed that humans could not react to, clinging to the sage's golden mask and slashing from top to bottom, cutting a long scar on the stone brick floor of the square stained red by the angel's blood.
But the sage didn't seem very surprised. After dodging the attack, he lifted his leg and kicked Salomon's shoulder armor, and then dodged the edge of the shield that was swung by this thrust very skillfully and dexterously, and slapped the spear on the horizontal shield.
Salomon clearly heard the wailing of the power armor's joint servo system, electric sparks burst out from his elbow, and countless bright red warning codes flashed on the retinal projection. He realized that the spell of [Swift Streamer] had ended, and the sage's movements returned to normal speed again. He activated the jet propulsion without hesitation, and the exquisite machinery emitted a huge amount of heat and roared like thunder, pushing the mystic to hit him with his shield like a battering ram. The red robe wrapped in armor was wrapped in a gust of wind, flaring like bloody wings.
The masked sage inserted the lower end of the spear on the ground, and the slanted barrel of the gun hit the right edge of the shield. Accompanied by the grinding sound of metal, the strong reaction force forced the mystic to change the posture and direction of holding the shield, lest the joints of the power armor be twisted together with his own wrist. However, the sage did not fight as expected, but avoided the sword blade that swung upward from under the shield with dexterous steps.
Generally speaking, very few people can dodge this insidious move that is close to a personal attack at a very short distance, but sages are not ordinary people. It seems that because of the [Swift Streamer] triggered by his attack again, Salomon once again found that the sage disappeared from his eyes. At the same time, the shield was continuously subjected to terrible impacts like a storm. The pressure warning of the joint servo system flashed continuously on the retinal projection of the power armor, the electronic muscle bundles twisted by vibrating alloy steel cables trembled and groaned under the armor plate, and the hot air from the heat dissipation vents on the back distorted the air around Salomon and the sage.
Now that he finally knows why Tony Stark puts so many gadgets on his power armor, he now just wishes he had a machine gun on his shoulder to help him out. It's just that Salomon wasn't too embarrassed, because this time he saw the sage's movements clearly - he raised his right boot a little bit, then activated the propeller on the right side, spun on the spot like a top and hit the left side, hitting the golden spear with the shield. The golden spear tip was swung out at a terrifying speed, wrapping the white shadow in an illusory golden film. The mystic stabbed out the holy sword from above the shield, and stuck the beautifully decorated white spear with great precision, and stuck the sage firmly in place.
Unless the sage gave up his weapon, the holy sword might lift up with the gunfire at any time, cutting off his fingers.
Surprisingly, Salomon was completely blocked by the shield when he made this move, but he still fought back without hesitation. This is because the actions of the sage are clearly shown in the prophecy he casts. Even if he fails to complete the offensive action that can keep up with the sage, he can still block most of the attacks. This is the frightening thing about facing an enemy who can see the future. You don’t even know whether your counterattack is what he expected. In close combat, there is no time left for you to think too much. Almost all movements are muscle reactions, and it is extremely easy to fall into a trap without knowing it.
This is how the sage fell into the trap Salomon prepared for him. However, the masked sage seemed to have a wealth of combat experience, he let go of his hand without hesitation, and changed his other hand to hold the spear, apparently intending to continue attacking from another direction. That's what he did.
There were not many bystanders in this battle, except for the boy lying on the roof who called himself "Rocky". In his eyes, two golden figures dragging flames and white figures whistling madly all over the square, the sound of gunshots and the sound of metal colliding merged into one, and metal jets ran everywhere. The buildings around the square were damaged to varying degrees, and the successive explosions almost destroyed all the walls here.
The boy wobbled and nearly fell off the roof.
He couldn't help waving his arms in protest, but no one paid any attention to him.
Salomon took a big step forward, turning his body to the right while keeping the shield squeezed against the gun. Immediately afterwards, he increased the power of the thrusters, rotated his body again at an alarming speed and stretched his arms, drew out the holy sword and waved it to the right behind him. At the same time, he let out a deafening roar and a short but very effective spell—the masked sage felt an unbearable numbness rushing from the extremities to the spine. Although he quickly solved the problem by relying on his magic resistance and physical fitness, he had no time to dodge the attack.
The sage could barely block the attack with protective spells and the sound of spear gunfire. The power blessing brought by the stigmata and the terrifying power of the power armor caused the holy sword to roar out like a heavy hammer. The scorching blade sliced through the geometric golden ornaments on the sage's shoulders.
All of this happened between two heartbeats. To the boy standing on the roof looking down, all he saw was a blurred afterimage and flames. Before he could react, there was a loud noise and the white figure flew up from the ground rapidly, flying over the boy's head with a whirring sound. The boy stared wide-eyed, watching the golden gun tip approaching his head.
Faster than the sage's spear is the angel of four virtues [Patience]. To be precise, it was the four-element angel [Fortitude] who had lost two dragon heads. Madame Butterfly grabbed the tail of [Fortitude] and spun the angel out like a shot put. The angel's huge body splattered blood across the sky above the town of Noah Dunn, and the speed was so fast that it made a sonic boom. No matter how [Perseverance] the angel spread its broken wings to try to maintain balance, it still couldn't avoid the ending of hitting the ground.
Sage and his spear were also knocked to the ground.
The boy couldn't help but lower his head, letting the howling wind blow off his hood. He held onto the eaves tightly to prevent the strong shock caused by the angel hitting the ground from throwing him off. However, this is not the end. The clone of Madame Butterfly made of witch's hair swooped down from the air like a missile and hit the remnant body of the [Patience] angel.
The female demon laughed heartily and whistled like a wrestler winning a match.
"Honey, you are really bad at protecting others." Behind the witch spread a pair of black and purple wings, and slowly floated down on the wind that stirred the clouds. Salomon rolled his eyes and turned his sore shoulder. It stands to reason that after the blessing of the stigmata, his physical strength is surprisingly abundant, and fatigue is almost insulated from him, but he really felt tired during the battle with the sage. He must always be careful of the unreasonable speed of the sage, and beware of the sage leaving the battle to find the boy.
"At least I didn't smash a bunch of houses." As if in response to Salomon's words, a wall full of scratches and bullet holes next to the square collapsed in an instant. Salomon raised an eyebrow, although no one saw it. "It's definitely not because of me. I guarantee that the wall will last for a while."
"Oh honey." Bayonetta shook her head. "I don't want you to be as bad as that wall tonight."
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