The Last Mecha

Chapter 108 Implants, Glazed Species

No matter how violent the commotion downstairs was, Aqian never meant to let Nan Zhiyun leave, until the lonely carriage was driving under the rain at night, and the man with the red-faced ghost walked unhurriedly Did not enter the gate.

"Quick! It's now!" He pushed the hesitant Nan Zhiyun, "Hurry up! Don't be a burden!"

The clear footsteps downstairs resounded "dong dong", like a drum beating to death, Nan Zhiyun sobbed, and finally nodded, grasping the end of the rope with both hands, the soles of his feet followed the protrusion on the gatehouse, and the thin figure covered himself in the night Get closer to the ground.

"boom!"

However, at this moment, the stairs leading to the top floor exploded from the middle, and the messy debris mixed with kerosene burned little by little. The red lantern was tilted at a right angle of ninety degrees by the strong wind, and rainwater fell into it along the spout. , stirring up the dim red light.

The evil ghost wearing a Prajna mask seemed to be transformed into a sharp sword, tearing open two floors.

Under the lights, the figure in a well-fitted suit is particularly slender, giving people the illusion of sharp edges and corners that are not like a human body.

Under the white collar and the cuffs of trouser legs, small puffs of steam gathered and formed, making him look as if he was half hidden in the mist. In the brown leather gloves, the long knife with almost no shape features reflected speckled brilliance.

"meet again."

As he spoke, a movement resembling gears and pumps sounded in the rod-like body.

Such sharp-edged shapes and chariot-like movement are typical signs of the first-generation implant technology. Breton once used this to turn a group of ordinary soldiers into sharp knives on the battlefield.

According to the evaluation, the actual combat power varies from person to person, but at least 15 units of qi or more, and some specially customized ones can also exceed 50.

In terms of individual combat, most of them still have no chance of winning against abnormal people like Jiang Mulin, but they win in mass production.

Before war gods like Valkyrie completely change the battlefield ecology, mass production is still one of the most important criteria in warfare.

Ah Qian didn't respond, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to burst, he reached out and pulled out the Mother-in-Chief Knife hidden in the haystack, and the light emitted a cyan ripple.

The knife moved and cut his wrist.

A strange scene happened on Ah Qian's body. Bright red blood gushed out from his wrist, with a grainy feel. They didn't drip down, but mixed with rainwater, as if they had life, turning the whole handful of mother and son together. Knife package.

The cold blade surface is like red ink falling into a clear pool, washing away the combined light, which is different from the luster when swallowing blood and Qiongqi enters the bloodthirsty, the mysterious bright red becomes dominant.

If Wu Gou was present for this strange scene, he would be able to know the reason at a glance.

Liuli species, the first-level precious subspecies that originated in Southeast Asia, does not have strong military power itself, but the special value of its blood is of unparalleled significance to the individual and technological development of qi refining.

Even, the second technological explosion related to the Qi core has a lot to do with the Liuli species.

This is the real reason why they are chased thousands of miles away.

Ah Qian let out an angry roar, whether it was an illusion or real, his roar was as loud as a lion's howl under the night rain.

He saw the height of Nan Zhiyun's fall at a glance, and the mother-in-law knife cut off the rope on the railing without hesitation, and the huge power contained in the blade even split half of the terrace into two.

Nan Zhiyun fell to the ground along with the rope, her white arms were engulfed by black mud, and the amber eyes reflected the rain scene full of fire.

The two figures passed each other, the light of the knife and the sound of the cold broke through everything, the flames mixed with debris such as wood chips and cloth strips fell one after another, and the third floor, which was built with a lot of money, was crumbling.

"elder brother!"

The girl in the rain finally uttered the title that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, but the only response to her was the raindrops on the ends of her hair, and the cold sound of iron.

She bit her lip, dripping with blood, then stomped her feet, turned and rushed into the dark rain.

In the blink of an eye, the young man called Ah Qian was covered with dark red cuts, and small streams of blood gathered on his lower body to form a large red pool.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the girl running farther and farther away, and the corner of his mouth grinned in desperation.

"You think I can't catch up?"

The deep voice was like thunder in a cloudy sky, shaking Aqian's back with chills, his sense of crisis piercing his heart like an arrow, followed by a tingling sensation in his scalp.

As soon as he raised his head, the tall man in front of him raised his arms high. The sound of the internal combustion engine running was like a chariot.
The mother-child knife snapped, and the conspicuous bright red on the top dissociated from the fragments, and soon returned to a dark red viscous liquid, no different from ordinary blood.

It wasn't just the knife that was cut off.

An arm fell to the ground, and the blood-stained section exposed yellow-white bone stubble and fascia. The strange thing was that the blood gushing out this time was all normal dark red.

Ah Qian's vision dimmed in an instant, everything in his eyes was like looking at flowers through a fog, and under those hazel eyes, there was a touch of lifeless gray.

His heart was chilled, his brain was drowsy, and he was in a daze. In a trance, he almost forgot who he was, but the tattered left hand was still struggling to lift.

All he knew was that he wanted to stop the person in front of him.

"Guess how many seconds it will take me to catch up with her?"

The deep voice rolled into his ears, waking him up for a moment, the eyes under the Prajna mask were so cold that they seemed to have no warmth.

"I think this little time before you die is enough. I won't let you die easily, and you have your value."

The red-faced ghost said so, ignoring the crumbling young man. He was in a kneeling state, and the trousers of his suit heaved like a black tide, and then the black-blue spout pierced the fabric, and the jet-black hole poured out. Hot air out.

"No"

Ah Qian reached out his hand in despair, but unfortunately his vision was blurred and he lost even the sense of distance. His bloodless arm grabbed a few times out of thin air, but nothing could be reached.

The roar of the engine blazed through the sky.

However, at the same moment, the red-faced ghost's eyes jumped.

In the dark night rain, a shadow the size of a coin came into view, blocking the firelight on the distant terrace.

In one breath, the shadow grew bigger and bigger, until a blurry human figure appeared, and the cold light pierced the boundless darkness!
His eyes shrank, his legs that were ready to go stopped suddenly, and a large amount of power flowed back to the angular arm, and he swung the long knife in his hand, and the two streamers collided in the rain and made a harsh sound.

It wasn't until this time that the red-faced ghost could see clearly what this man who jumped up from the top of the opposite building with a hundred-step flying sword like a rainbow looked like.

round face, short neck, gray eyes
Jiang Mulin!
The huge kinetic energy caused the arm of the red-faced ghost to make a sound like a short circuit. His body, which was like a war machine, fought against the flesh and blood of the man in front of him, and he was actually at a disadvantage.

Jiang Mulin's eyes were calm, and the four-foot-long Han sword flicked his wrist, slashing along the man's arm like a snake, pulling out a long strip of orange-red sparks amidst the piercing sound of cold iron.

It was just a sword, and that decent suit had lost an arm, and the cloth strip split in two from the center fluttered in the wind and rain, exposing the blue and yellow arm underneath.

Screws, gears, bearings, steel rods, pumps, iron sheets, the iron arm composed of thousands of parts is as perfect as a work of art, but it is a pity that the Han sword has drawn a long half-inch deep cross-sectional ravine on it.

Orange electric sparks exploded in the section from time to time, but the foot-long crack merged quickly under the movement of a ray of Qinghua inside.

The red-faced ghost flicked his arm, and was as flexible as usual, his eyes were frighteningly dark.

(End of this chapter)