They are like a group of incomprehensible monsters, sleeping in the darkness, feeding on cursed knowledge, information that mortals should not know. Similarly, based on different information thresholds, they will hunt selectively, giving priority to solving those lambs that go deep outside the [fence].
The firelight illuminated the angels' cold faces, just like the battle of gods in religious murals, sharp iron feathers unfolded one after another, and the sharp edges were like thousands of swords.
Merlin paused when he heard Lorenzo's roar. He looked around and saw that the angels were all moving towards here at the same time. Their target was William.
"Stop them! Buy me some time!"
Merlin shouted loudly and drew out his folding knife, which was shining with a cold light.
It’s not enough. This is not enough.
Merlin's eyes were red. He rarely showed this crazy side of him, like an enraged warrior.
The information William provided was not enough. It was far from satisfying Merlin's almost greedy desire for knowledge. He wanted to know more. Even when facing a strange enemy like an angel, he was not afraid.
The cliff of reason was shaking slightly, and Merlin could not tell whether he was fighting for the continuation of mankind, fighting against demons, or pursuing the truth that all alchemists longed for.
What he knew now was that William could not die yet, at least he should bring more useful information before he died.
With fireworks and gunshots, the entire workshop turned into a small battlefield, but this metaphor is not quite appropriate. To be precise, this is now a duel arena, and only one side can survive this endless fight.
"Damn it! Is there any other fire support?"
Seeing this, Lorenzo also shouted to others.
Merlin was right, he was indeed very powerful alone. If Lorenzo was the only one in the workshop facing these angels, although it would be a bit difficult, he was confident that he could defeat them. But now there was not only him in the workshop, but also these guys who needed protection.
"Fire support is coming!"
A cheerful voice sounded, and Percival's thoughts were jumping around so much that others couldn't figure out what she was doing.
The Lancer stood on the platform, and the ammunition in the magazine was quickly used up, but behind the third-generation armor were piles of ammunition boxes. This was the positioning of the Ranger. In the design concept, it would be a long-range support armor with certain mobility. Now it was like a turret, pouring fire on the battlefield below, but unfortunately Merlin and others were still among them, and Percival needed to control the firepower.
The roar of gunfire continued, and after each roar a dark red track could be seen passing by. Then the heavy steel smashed into the angels, and the broken shrapnel cut them into pieces.
The soldiers cooperated in the battle. After the lancers' shooting, they fired at the injured angels. The dense high-temperature thermite bullets further forced them into a desperate situation. Some angels were able to escape from the siege, but what was waiting for them was Lorenzo's cold spike sword.
Lorenzo moved quickly through the workshop, with the main output handed over to the Original Sin Armor and soldiers. All Lorenzo had to do was to give those angels a fatal blow.