The gray buildings were thickly covered with dust, the moss-covered walls were full of cracks and shatters, and the floor underfoot rattled, making one worry that the next foot would suddenly miss it.
But what is even more dangerous is the pitch-black behemoth in front of him. In the darkness, red light, green light, and purple light are all warning lights on the activated mechanical guards.
"Barton didn't clean his hands and feet..."
"Nonsense, they are raiding, and they are cleaned up one by one, and they will be exhausted long ago."
The reinforcements who set foot in the ruins were still a team of two and one cat. Amyra declined the expectation of the children to follow, and I, who had regained my ability, were very happy to have the opportunity to try my skills.
"For the holy—light!"
The quaint silver-gray warhammer crossed a parabola, and its full strength slammed into the waist of the diamond puppet, and then the entire metal body shattered.
There is no chance of even being knocked apart. No matter the material is steel, alloy, rock, or clay, it doesn't look like a huge warhammer. There are only piles of raw materials left.
And the mechanical guards are not fools. When they found that the opponent in front of them could not stop them, most of the automatic machines started to use long-range attacks to counterattack salvos.
For a while, the eyes were full of artillery fire, and it seemed that there was no room to retreat.
"For the lich-king!"
But I laughed, ignoring the obstacles and attacks in front of me, changed a battle call casually, and rushed forward like this.
Before the artillery fire was about to hit him, the phantom of the red dragon's roar flashed behind him, and then...
"Clang clang clang!"
It was the sound of metal colliding, and the sound of the explosion was close at hand, but it couldn't hinder my pace at all.
In addition, there is an extra set of crimson dragon-patterned heavy armor on his body. In front of this sub-artifact, these unenchanted gunpowder attacks cannot even break defenses.
[Full coverage of dragon scale ice armor: Eternal Night Watcher, system evaluation: sub-artifact (can grow).]
[This armor is composed of the eternal ice of ancient dragon blood in another world, with special inscriptions on it, and the soul of Irene Bella is stationed in it, and the user is limited to Roland himself.]
[Titan's Thunder Metal: This armor has legendary damage reduction, 50/artifact-, that is, the damage caused by weapons below the artifact will be directly reduced by 50 points. System prompt: You actually put Titan's shield fragments into it to enhance the defense ability, you can't think of it.]
[Guardian of Ainmetheus: The blood of the giant dragon flows in the armor, and she is protecting the user in it. For the attacker, this is not good news. After all, this means that at least it will automatically absorb it every day. After 200 points of damage, it is possible to damage it. This ability will be repaired automatically, and the repair will be completed within 24 hours.]
[Dragon Vessel: I really can't believe why this attribute appears on a piece of armor, but you did it, the wearer can use various dragon vein abilities through this armor.]
[The authority of Eternal Night: Due to the special material, any ice damage cannot reduce its temperature below zero, which means it is almost immune to ice. And because of the ancient red dragon bloodline in her, the fire damage is halved and the minimum damage is reduced by thirty points.]
This battle armor with soul is the trump card that I gave up a lot of power in exchange for, and it is the reliance on which I dare to face any opponent.
Compared with seven years ago, the maturity of the dragon's bloodline and the growth of my own strength have allowed this armor to complete a sharp change from legendary equipment to semi-artifacts, but unlike other equipment that has undergone major changes after advanced, it is not much. The new ability just means that the value of defense has been doubled!
Perhaps the ambiguous numbers can't describe its strength, but the explosion that was enough to kill ordinary powerhouses exploded in front of me, and I didn't feel it, which is enough to explain a lot of things.
Perhaps to put it in a more intuitive way, after wearing this armor, I can completely ignore the attacks of the golden swordsmen with epic equipment, because their instant burst damage is not enough to break through the natural protection of the dragon scale armor!
And a Juggernaut who doesn't need to pay attention to his own safety is still holding an artifact-level war hammer "Light of Redemption, Warhammer of Hope of the Messenger of Light"...
"wind."
It's too stupid to knock the gophers one by one. As a senior juggernaut, even with a hammer, I can use a blade storm!
As the most common profound meaning, the use of Blade Storm is simple and direct, as long as it is rotated, let the rotation help you gather and release the sword qi, use centrifugal force to throw the qi blade composed of the sword qi out, and let the sharp qi blade come Kill your opponent.
The red cyclone rolled over like a road roller, the storm of death tore apart all obstacles in a small space, and the affected puppets and machines were directly turned into parts and raw materials.
"What's up with him?"
Amyra is a little strange. Roland is not a madman on the battlefield. It is difficult to see him take action unless it is particularly necessary. Rather than sweating and bleeding on the battlefield, he is more suitable for plotting an insidious plan on the staff seat.
"It's been a while."
Helois knew very well that Roland couldn't even pick up a steel sword before, so how could he wear heavy armor on the battlefield, and finally took a wooden sword to teach people swordsmanship, probably because he was depressed enough.
"Wow, haha, I'm invincible!"
In the distance, there was someone's battle cry, as well as the dubbing of the metal shattering and the wall collapsing, and the other two in the team shook their heads and quickly followed.
…
On the floor above his head, Timurette, who had been beaten into a bun face by the reinforcements, was also in distress, and the reason for his distress was staring at him with an angry face.
Seven years is one breath and one sleep for a longevity species, but it is not a short time for an adult human being, but for a fourteen-year-old girl who has just been sensible for six or seven years, it is already half her life.
Different from the short men's hair in the past, the long golden hair is braided into a ponytail and dragged around the waist. The childishness and weakness on the face have disappeared without a trace. The female knight with silver armor and silver sword is fully armed, with a belt on her back. With the tower shield and red spear marked by Stormwind Castle, he holds an ancient battle flag in his hand.
She stood there, feeling like an immortal mountain range, as majestic as a Valkyrie.
The knight princess in the pool of blood and corpses, while abusing her demonic opponent, showed a joyful smile from the bottom of her heart, as if she was at the heart of a dinner dance that was singing and dancing peacefully.
"Get down on your knees, filthy bastard!"
With one arm, he pressed the powerful Balrog Lord to the ground, the strong demon was still roaring, and the war princess had stepped on his chest, the silver boots suddenly raised, and the silver moon arc was streaked in the air. The ground fell into the Balrog's heart.
"Crack!"
The sound of blood breaking made the witnesses feel uncomfortable instinctively, but it didn't end.
The boots were violently stirred, the heart shattered directly from the flesh, blood splashed, and the Balrog who led the team would never have to get up.
Looking at the meat on the boots, the expression changed from happy to unhappy, the murderer seemed to think that such an opponent was not worthy of soiling his boots.
The blood has covered the floor, and not far away are the piles of demon remnants. When the golden pupils are staring at the next target, the silver knight princess is still enjoying her own killing feast.
And judging from the demons who had already fled wildly, this kind of enjoyment wouldn't last long.
Renee Qin Lan, 21 years old, the direct bloodline of the demon prince, the "Knight Princess" in the past, the current Queen of Lan Kingdom, the epic abyss knight, the descendant of Lan, the most dazzling star of this jihad.
The overflowing magic power makes her blond hair flutter in the wind. Under her silver war skirt are white stockings and high-heeled silver military boots. Her battle-hardened experience has developed the awe-inspiring temperament of a steel princess, but it is said that in formal and informal diplomatic occasions, The slender legs of this thorn rose have kicked the crux of double-digit playboys who dare to try.
After seven years, Renee has completely escaped from Roland's shadow, the indecision and inferiority of the past have disappeared without a trace, and the character of the arrogant child and the temperament of the soldier have merged and evolved again, and they have formed their own hybrid. With the powerful aura of the High Mountain Flower and the Valkyrie of War.
At this time, she was silently angry and used demons to vent, but it had turned into silent pressure on her companions. Everyone was too scared to speak out, including the pitiful demon captives hiding in the corners.
Yes, in front of the enraged Demon Queen, the violent and belligerent mad war demons all hugged and shivered, and the pressure that the high-level demon lords may not have made them feel the fear of their souls being wiped out... Well, Katerina was also trembling, and her instinct told herself that this woman who was very similar to Roland had some kind of killing intent towards her from the first sight of her.
The eighteenth change of the female university, yesterday was a loli girl. When I was growing up, I accidentally slept in a sleep, and then I became a royal sister. It is still the most brutal kind, the kind that is about to expire due to excessive psychological maturity... Okay, This was Roland's original words, and he was hunted down even more cruelly because of it.
And at this time, she was reciting that name with anger on her face.
"Damn... Roland!"
The silver teeth were biting hard, but her long legs couldn't stop stepping down. It seemed that trampling on the spirit creatures lying on the ground would make her feel better.
"Wait, wait, I'm not Roland, I'm just a copy of Roland's sword skills..."
"To shut up!"
Well, the Roland replica who was moaning under the military boots shut up rationally. He found that the more he complained that the other party was stepping harder, he didn't want to dissipate like this.
In a sense, he helped his Primarch to fend off the disaster, and maybe the real Roland would thank him.
At the lower level, the deteriorating situation made the current owner of the Tower of Babel more and more fearful. Finally, he made up his mind and paid more soul currency to the demon. The open door of the abyss was finally enough for the demon lord to come.