It was a beast-like armor, a dark angel that had been filthy and fallen.
The beating of the heart was so powerful, and it became louder and louder, beating hard on everyone's chest like a war drum. The blood flowed violently along with the rhythm, and the muscles relaxed to their heart's content.
The abominable visor was entangled with proliferating flesh and blood, and sharp bones grew from it, like cracked and ferocious teeth. The Night Owl was so close to him, and the sound of steel was echoing in his ears. As long as the Black Angel exerted a little more force, it could crush the sword dancer's head, and the head of the Night Owl underneath would also be shattered.
After the shocking fear, Night Owl came back to his senses. The Sword Dancer suddenly raised the blade and slashed at the Black Angel fiercely, but the Black Angel was much faster than it. After losing its propulsion system, the Sword Dancer could not keep up with its pace.
All that could be seen was a pitch-black shadow leaping up, and the Black Angel stepped on the Sword Dancer's bloated external armor and leaped into the air. This was a move that the Sword Dancer could not do, as most of it was made of mechanical structures, and only the key stable parts were connected by the flesh and blood of the demon, while the Black Angel did the opposite.
It was completely exposed under the dome of light. The last time the Black Angel lost control, it was in the dark night, and no one could see its appearance clearly. But this time, it showed no reservation. Blood overflowed as it moved forward in the squeeze between flesh and steel, and scarlet muscles without skin protection grew along the joints of its limbs.
The power provided by the steam engine assists its flesh and blood body, making it as agile as a living beast, and the super-toughness of the armor enables it to perform quick and exaggerated movements.
He chopped down with both hands in mid-air with great force, and the sharp steel cut through the external armor at such a fast speed that the edges of the iron feathers in the screaming were slightly burned red by the rapid cutting.
The Black Angel took advantage of the situation and moved behind the Sword Dancer. After fully starting up, its mobility had completely crushed the Sword Dancer. However, because it had no additional weapons, it was difficult for it to cause effective damage to the fully-armed Sword Dancer with just its steel feathers.
The iron feathers were so sharp and dangerous that the Shrike almost died under them. To a flesh-and-blood body, their lethality needed no further explanation, but now they were facing the same cold steel.
After a brief panic, Night Owl had stabilized his disturbed mind. The electrodes inserted into the back of the Sword Dancer's brain checked his pressure, and Florend potion was injected along his neck, which made Night Owl feel much better.
"Go on, Night Owl, use all your strength and try to kill him. Mr. Holmes is not that fragile."
Merlin's voice sounded in his ears, without any emotion. After the experiment officially began, the alchemist also demonstrated his professionalism. He stared at the two suits of armor in the workshop with empty eyes, without any emotion. In his eyes at this moment, they were just two weird little white mice.
"I see."
Night Owl tried hard to stay calm. The black angel in front of him was emitting mild corrosion, which was inevitable after the demon's flesh and blood were revived. Many first-generation armor drivers had to fight against this corrosion that occurred during driving.