"Damn it, Warhammer, how are you doing!" Jack in the Spartan asked quickly.

At this time, Jack's companion Flander reminded: "Don't take it lightly. The information says there are two monsters! Prepare weapons!"

"I understand, chainsaw sword charge!"

Almost while the Spartan chain saw sword was charged, another monster broke out from the water. Its form seemed to be a tail-standing rat with enhanced flight ability. After rushing out of the sea at high speed, it rushed towards the Spartan in a volley.

"Ion cannon is ready, and I will get an empty magazine after receiving the enemy later!"

In a blink of an eye, the flying mouse fell down and trembled with the Spartan.

The Spartan chainsaw sword quickly stabbed, and the ion cannon even shot at the tail rat.

However, monsters have long had experience in dealing with these two common mecha weapons, and relying on their flexible movements to perfectly avoid most of the bombardment of the ion cannon.

The thrust of the chainsaw sword is too close to the monsters, and the damage to the damage to the monsters is even more limited.

However, in the battle between the Tailishi and the Spartan, the Spartan still has a certain initiative.

The worst situation at this time was the impacted Warhammer. No matter how the base and other mecha companions called, Warhammer did not respond.

But the hatred of the attack on it would not give it a chance to breathe. After the Warhammer lost its ability to move, it would take advantage of the victory and slapped the Warhammer's head with its huge and powerful forelimbs.

The only thing that is thankful is that the Warhammer was designed to take into account the protection of the head of the mecha that loaded the driver. The neck was surrounded by raised armor to enhance the protection of the head. At this time, the neck armor was subjected to most of the power of abominable hammer.

Inside the cockpit of Warhammer, all three drivers fell into a coma due to the backlash of the impact. Roger was the first to wake up.

He opened his eyes, and his whites and pupils were red due to the backlash just now. He shook his head gently, feeling unbearable pain, so he could only move as gently as possible.

But now the inside of the mecha is constantly vibrating violently due to the hatred hammer, so how can he breathe?

"Lewis! Wake up! Nock, how are you!"

In synesthesia, Roger could hardly sense synesthesia signals from his two companions. He could only shout them desperately, but it seemed to be futile.

The energy supply system was recovering intermittently, and the voice of the base correspondent came: "Warhammer, Warhammer, what are your situation? If the mecha loses its combat capability, please activate the self-rescue program. The mecha climber and Petro are coming!"

"Report...I'm Roger..."

Roger's eyes had become blurred in one of his eyes. He didn't know what supported him to stand up, but he knew very well that he was like a shaking kite and could completely fall due to a gust of wind at any time.

"Lewis and Nock, I have no way to confirm their...huh~huh~"

After saying a few words in succession, Roger couldn't help coughing up bleeding.

He smiled bitterly and said, "My brothers are not sure of their lives and deaths, I want to avenge them!"

"Roger, don't act irritated, you are in a bad state now." General Bode looked at the signal sent back by the Warhammer after restoring part of the energy supply. The data on the vital signs of the three people was really heartbreaking.

Lewis has died in the impact just now, and Nok has actually reached the verge of dying. It is very likely that any attempted rescue action may cause him to die. Even if he is barely saved, he will have a high probability of becoming a vegetable.

As for Roger, who is still able to speak, his vitality is also rapidly dissipating. And they were not talented drivers, General Bode did not dare to expect Roger to create a miracle and drive the mecha alone.

Driving a mecha by man has always been an epic action by those genius drivers when they had no choice but to be accompanied by a huge sacrifice.

"Roger..." But General Bode could not force Roger to leave the mecha. He was once a mecha pilot and knew very well how Roger felt now.

"Warhammer, continue to participate in the war!" Roger laughed and said, "One of my eyes seems to be completely blind."

Most of the energy supply of the Warhammer has been restored. He continues to punch hard in the weak cockpit. The cockpit has already appeared severe cracks. I am afraid that the cockpit will be broken after the next impact.

At this time, Roger burst out with huge potential at the cost of his vitality. He lifted up a robotic arm, connected it with the axe on his back, and then activated the power tomahawk mode and smashed it hard towards the hateful back.

This blow came suddenly enough that Hatred took the blow.

The surface of the monster's shell was harder than imagined, and it actually withstood the attack, but the hatred was still stunned by the pain.

Taking advantage of this stall, the Warhammer took advantage of the victory and continuously bombarded Hatred with the power tomahawk, and even staggered Hatred, and the two finally broke up.

But Roger was at the end of his strength at this time and could no longer issue any effective attacks. The Warhammer stopped in the sea again like a tombstone.

The Spartan, who was fighting with the stalker, had noticed the situation of the Warhammer, and Jack roared: "Roger, how are you doing?!"

"Goodbye, old friend."

Roger wanted to use the last power of his life to give the monster a final blow, but he was not talented after all. The Warhammer's battle axe was slightly raised and then there was no action.

"Roger..." The Climber and Petro have arrived, standing beside the Warhammer, posing to block the abominable attack.

The hated body was even larger than the hatred in the past. When two mechas arrived, they were so excited that they roared to the sky and then continued to attack the two mechas.

At this time, General Bode had seen that the situation was not good and issued an order: "Don't care about the Warhammer, the other three armors quickly evacuated, returned to the near base, and blocked the monsters with the cooperation of the base weapons.

These two monsters have undergone evolution, and their strength is by no means comparable to those of the past hatred and the tailed rat. We cannot let the mecha die!"

Upon receiving the order to retreat, Jack on the Spartan was very excited: "No, we need to take revenge, we can't just retreat like this!"

Flander advised: "Jack, the ion cannon of the Spartan has been scrapped. If we continue to attack like this, we will be dismembered by this rat. By then it will be too late.

Go back and fight again at the right time!”

"But!" Jack knew Flander's thoughts very well, and at this moment the feeling of powerlessness came towards him.
Chapter completed!