From the very beginning, the Purification Agency underestimated the power from darkness. The entire town of Ende became a hotbed of demons. All the residents fell into that dream, sinking into monsters called demons in the beautiful things. Now they came out in droves.
The power from the armor blessed Shrike, and the so-called delay was no longer possible. He had not even seen the mysterious sacred coffin. At this moment, it seemed that all he could do was to fight hard and kill the enemies, leaving more demons here.
The thermal sword slashed down with a burning red color. Although the purification mechanism did not have holy silver, they achieved the effect of holy silver in a scientific way. The wounds that were slashed were completely burned, the flesh and blood were completely necrotic, and the solid bones were also destroyed under the high temperature, as if they were hit by flowing lava.
The demons died in flames, and more demons pounced on them. After putting on the armor, Shrike's body reached more than two meters tall. In order to reduce the weight of the demons, the second-generation armor added many mechanical structures and plate armor. Those heavy protective gear now became a constraint on him, making his movements a little clumsy.
The sharp claws cut through his armor, splashing dazzling sparks and scratches on the metal surface. Fortunately, the more delicate structure was covered by the flesh and blood of the demon, and with its tenacious self-healing ability, the damage to the armor was only superficial.
Shrike could not see anything through the gap in his visor. There was only endless darkness coming towards him. He could not even tell the direction. He could only swing his sword in vain among the hundreds of demons.
It feels a lot like walking into the sea, with the dark waves hitting you heavily, making it increasingly difficult for you to stand, until you fall down and are completely swallowed up by the surging sea water.
He swung the sword again, and the feeling became heavier and heavier. Only then did Shrike understand what it felt like when Galahad put on the armor. It was truly a nightmarish experience.
Dreams, demons, and the armor on his body, the three forces were simultaneously eroding Shrike's will. The green light on the armor that determined his mental state had begun to flicker, and it seemed that it would turn into an uncontrollable red in the next second.
This may also be the sadness of human beings. Not only do we have to fight against demons, but we also have to fight against our own willpower.
The steam engine in his chest let out a low roar, and hot steam instantly gushed out of the brass pipe. With tremendous output, Shrike grabbed the neck of a demon, and with just a slight force, the fragile bones broke in his hands.
The demon seemed to have lost all its strength. It drooped limply in his hand, its muscles still trembling strangely. Then it was thrown out by the Shrike, knocking over several demons that were rushing towards it.
The surging tide continued, and I felt like I was standing on a beach at high tide. The sea water soaked my body little by little, pushing those psychedelic memories to the shore.
Gradually, killing became something like an instinct. The thermal sword emitted high temperature for the last time, and then the connecting cable was bitten off by the demon. However, even if it lost its thermal energy, it was still a heavy giant sword, and it could easily smash them to death with the kinetic energy of swinging.
There was no need for any tricks anymore. What was needed on this battlefield was just efficient killing of the enemies, so Shrike swung the giant sword vigorously, like a windmill, crushing all the monsters in the area, until his thoughts became confused and the hand holding the sword relaxed slightly, and then the giant sword suddenly fell out and stabbed into the ground, splashing endless dust.