"I have to admit, your ability to comprehend surprises me," Zero walked up to him and squatted down, "You are the first to understand this and counterattack without any explanation. "
The Pure One picked up the rifle on the ground, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, "Rare material, exquisite processing techniques... Is this also a snow powder weapon? The things you created are indeed terrible, but they are not too threatening to me. I have been carefully observing the whole battle, whether it is the slender pipes in the tunnels or the thick iron pipes arranged behind the camp, most of them depend on the operator, and you can't even see my movements clearly." She shook her head. Said, "In the long years, I have swallowed countless warriors, including an extraordinary one. You can't beat me."
Suddenly, a green plastic box appeared between the two.
A huge explosion resounded through the roof in an instant, the classroom glass shattered, and even a hole was blown open in the entire floor slab, and the air swept everything overturned the dilapidated iron door of the stairwell to the ground.
"It's not that I have strong comprehension, but that your stage arrangement is too clumsy!" Roland reappeared in the corner of the rooftop. He was gasping for breath, the pain still fresh in his memory. Only now did he know what it was like for the guys whose limbs were cut off before they died. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he "made" a pack of explosives and blew himself and Zero to pieces at the same time.
"Clumsy?" The freshman Zero raised her eyebrows, "This is your memory."
"But it's created by your ability. You must know that six o'clock in the evening is the busiest time on campus. How can there be no one on the playground? It seems delicate, but it's just a set board full of loopholes." He dragged on. Time, while thinking about countermeasures quickly, "You devoured your opponents in this way? Force them to despair, admit defeat, and then obediently dedicate their knowledge and skills to you?"
The pure person's skills already have some shadows of the extraordinary. At least he has only seen this kind of explosive power and speed on Ashes. It is difficult to hit the opponent with ordinary firearms alone. Only the powerful explosives can cause her damage. Injury even though he himself could not escape the scope of the explosion.
But is it really that simple? After three resurrections, Roland already felt fine sweat on his back, and his heartbeat was much faster than before, as if he had just finished running around the playground, and his physical strength had obviously dropped.
Is the number of this gladiatorial limited
If this is the case, the practice of "creating" a bunch of high-explosive materials to blow up the entire building will not work... From the current point of view, the score is 1 to 3, and he must find a way to regain the disadvantage as soon as possible.
There is no doubt that what he needs is a weapon that can both attack and defend.
"Although I don't quite understand what you're talking about, isn't it good to surrender?" Zero tilted her head and said, "The process of death is a torment for everyone. Even giving up is a wise move."
"Keep this sentence for yourself," Roland yelled, "Iron Man!"
In an instant, a red metal suit appeared in front of him, and he walked behind the suit, chanting "Startup Program" in his heart.
However, aside from a narrow video image in front of the helmet, the armor didn't close on its own, and no AI responded to his calls.
Even before he took a step forward, the entire battle suit fell to the ground.
When Roland got up, Zero had cut the blade into his neck.
The whole world suddenly turned upside down, and he saw that his body was kneeling weakly, and then it was shrouded in darkness.
"If you want to create a plate armor, at least you have to press joints on it," the Purist knocked on the hollow battle suit, "although I don't think this kind of hollow and thin iron sheet is very useful."
Roland, who was resurrected for the fourth time, sank violently.
Although the death just now was not painful, he had already realized a grim reality. Even if he did not know how to create something, it was just an empty shell. The display on the visor, for example, is just a simple camera.
Damn, it's just a stupid way.
While the other party was still thinking about the metal battle suit, several steel plates up to ten centimeters thick appeared out of thin air and landed beside him, forming a bunker for one person to hide. At the top of the bunker rises a shielded remote-controlled weapon station, armed with a 40mm grenade machine gun. Roland dived into it, locked the entrance, and controlled the weapon station to fire at the Pure One.
This attempt finally paid off.
Even if Zero was approaching the fortress again, facing the range-killing grenades, Roland directly blasted a series of grenades around the fortress. On the steel plate, there was a ping ping pong sound.
It's a pity that Roland couldn't find the opponent's resurrection position in the first time. After the rebirth, the pure person quickly retreated into the blind corner of the stairwell and avoided the killing and explosive grenade that followed.
Just when he was about to "manufacture" another fortified weapon, the dimming sky appeared a thousand feet of light, golden light flowed above the clouds, the sunset was replaced by dazzling tassels, and the setting sun was eclipsed.
Where did he seem to have seen this scene
In an instant, countless golden thunders fell on the roof of the teaching building, engulfing Roland's figure in an instant!
…
When the fifth death came to an end, he was like someone who was caught out of the water, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the muscles of his calf and arm couldn't stop twitching.
The fortress has been completely melted down by the Divine Will, but the ground has not caused much damage except for a charred black. It can only be said that the magic power still works in this gladiatorial fight, and it is unreasonable.
"Give it up," Zero unexpectedly didn't press on, "your spirit is almost at its limit, and the battles that follow are meaningless. You won't gain anything but endless pain.
Roland gritted his teeth and held on to keep himself from falling. She could clearly pursue the victory, why did she repeatedly ask herself to give up? Could it be that being killed and voluntarily surrendered after the number of times was exhausted, the results were different for her
"You should also understand now that both creation and death will deplete your spirit, and exhaustion of spirit means failure. Everyone's mental strength is different. You have been able to persist until now, beyond my expectations." She spread her hands. Dao, "By the way, I have experienced more than two hundred years of time. If the time in the Soul Battlefield is also counted, I am afraid it will double again. In other words, my mental strength is enough to support me to endure countless times. Hundreds of deaths, your efforts will only make yourself more desperate."
Hundreds of times... Is this a bluff or a candor? But looking at her ease, Roland faintly felt that the other party was not lying.
And he didn't have much energy left to expend.