The big man spat, pulled out his swords, and grinned and said, "You guys, we have become like this. Aren't you your masterpieces? You have always wanted to see our true combat power, now it's done, you shit!"

Looking around and looking at the corpse of the Iron Blade Guards on the ground, the man was silent for a moment and looked at the patterns on his body.

"There are about 15 minutes left. We need to support the boss quickly. We are fine if we die. The boss and Cynthia cannot have any accidents. At least two of us must go out alive..."

At this moment

The big man kicked his feet suddenly, rushed behind the wall, and looked vigilantly at the end of the passage.

After activating the device in his body, his perception was greatly enhanced, and it was dangerous to sense there keenly, a deadly breath.

A slight footsteps came, and a figure appeared, wearing a mechanic's robe and a fully enclosed sensing helmet, looking around.

"Is this..., the mechanic at the experimental base? Not dead yet?"

The man's face was cold and fierce. The rebellion of the Iron Blade Guard Army was mainly to destroy the experimental base and kill all the staff inside.

Only when all of this place is destroyed will the transformation of the semi-finished [Immortal Warrior] stop.

kill!?

The big man rushed out from the side, and with the cover of smoke, his swords crossed and slashed out a cross-blade light.

Dong!

A terrible wave emerged. Before the man could approach, he was rushed out and hit the wall heavily and slid down.

"What kind of power is this?!"

The man was shocked. The terrible fluctuation just now was not the power of the mind, but a terrible weapon, which seemed to have great restraint on him and was unable to resist at all.

"Your device is activated, don't use your power anymore, so you can live longer."

A calm sound rang out, which was an electronic synthesized sound, which made the man feel a chill for no reason.

He understood that this was not a mechanic from the Black Net organization, but a third-party force entering the market.

The man quickly adjusted his strength and prepared to escape. He should notify the leader, Cynthia, otherwise, he would probably not have the chance to leave.

At this time, a trembling chill came from behind the man. Without thinking, he rushed out with his legs, but found a hand on his shoulder.

He glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and the big man's hair stood up all of a sudden, and cold sweat soaked his whole body. It was the palm of the white dwarf, but it was gray ink.
Chapter completed!