The process of gradually taking over the entire Black Angel was amazing, just like a person who had lost everything regaining his senses bit by bit, first he could see and hear, then he had arms that could punch, and then iron feet that could leap.
Blood kept gushing out from the wound on the chest. If the firepower of the armor musket had been increased, this blow might have directly destroyed the Black Angel. The charred flesh and red-hot steel, its figure was a little distorted, a little staggering, but it still managed to stand up, like a dying but crazy thug.
All the gates were sealed and the lift was raised to its highest point. Night Owl could hear the noisy sound of electricity and he knew exactly what was happening.
Sure enough, it got out of control, just like the fate of many first-generation armor drivers. Even the demon hunter could not avoid this curse.
Night Owl was not afraid. Instead, he suddenly had a sense of mission. Facts have proved that the third-generation armor does have reliable combat power to a certain extent. Although its performance is not as good as the first-generation armor, through external armor and weapons, it can barely catch up with the previous generation of armor.
The most important thing is the stability of the third-generation armor, which means that it can be mass-produced. In the future, driving armor will no longer be something that only the knights can do, and the combat effectiveness of the entire purification agency will be greatly improved.
It's an honor, and the time has come to prove myself.
Holding the sword blade calmly, the sword dancer stood firmly in place just as before. As long as the black angel could not break through its defense, it was confident that it could control the out-of-control black angel.
A strange laugh suddenly sounded, which seemed to come from the black angel, and it seemed to sound directly in his mind. Night Owl was stunned at first, and then he pressed the button again, injecting the remaining few doses of Florend potion to keep his consciousness clear in the erosion, and the next moment the black angel arrived with a blood mist.
There was a constant roar, and the iron feet stomped hard on the metal ground, so powerfully, and all the muscles were releasing their strength to the fullest. Without the coverage of skin, one could clearly see the scarlet lines twisting and pulling, like a group of entangled snakes.
As soon as the clenched sword blade was raised, the freed black angel arrived in front of him. Its speed was much faster than before, as if this was its original strength. Then, before the sword dancer could react, the sharp iron feathers chopped down heavily.
"it's no use… "
As if to cheer himself up, Night Owl whispered.
It has been proven in previous fights that Iron Feather is very lethal against the flesh and blood bodies of demons, but when facing the same steel, all it can do is leave some mottled scratches.
If Lorenzo still had any sense, he would not have made such a futile attack. Now it is certain that he has been corrupted and completely out of control. Even his attack has become as violent and crazy as a beast, with no tactics at all.
The slow speed finally caught up, but the Black Angel had no intention of evading. In its current state, it would be defeated if it suffered another sword attack, and the Night Owl was also merciless. The best way to deal with the out-of-control armor was to suppress it.
The deadly blade was getting closer and closer to the Black Angel. At this time, it also realized the danger and prepared to evade, but it was too late. The steam engine roared, and the powerful output of the blade raised a whistling wind.