Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 783 114. Don't drive out the prototype machine that has not been tested and verified.

  Blake's pungent taunt actually makes no sense.

  Because King Mechagon’s logical thinking circuit is actually not as low-level as he said, it is self-reinforcing by learning knowledge from Titan Engineering, and the black technology content of his data-based thinking is a little higher than what the pirates think.

   After checking and calculating multiple data, he can actually control his decision-making behavior.

He can choose not to chase Blake, who is obviously trying to lead him away so that others can dismantle the Origin Bomb. He can continue to stay here to **** the Origin Bomb, and he can personally complete the Origin of Boralus Harbor. plan.

   He knew he should do it.

   But after hesitating for a few seconds, the king dropped two shield generators at the body of the return bomb, and then manipulated his cool R-21/X-type air unit to chase after Black with a whistle.

   Not because Black's taunting held back the hatred, but because a pirate's words moved King Mechagon.

  Despite his confidence, the fact that the Returning Bomb is a half-finished product cannot fool himself.

   Countless calculations have proven this.

   The power of this bomb is uncontrollable.

   It cannot maintain the stability of the soul while transforming the flesh. Such a bomb cannot realize the ideal of bringing the whole world back to a beautiful, orderly, and ancient times ruled by the Titan system.

   It will do its part of destruction perfectly.

   But what His Majesty Mechagon wants is not pure destruction, he wants more!

   The explosion of the bomb was just a means to him, not an end. He needs forbidden knowledge in Titan facilities around the world, and he needs that knowledge to strengthen his creations.

   But you need an "authentication" to enter the Titan facility.

   In those days, he sneaked into the Origin Furnace, and it was impossible to copy the knowledge stealthily for a second time. If he wanted to continue his studies, he had to get a "Titan Creation Access Control Card" first.

  It’s a pity that this thing is not so good.

   King Mechagon spent nearly a thousand years without finding a key that would open him to the treasure house of Titan's wisdom.

   He also thought about using rude means such as explosions to open up those Titan facilities that had been closed for nearly a million years, but after complicated calculations, he came to a pessimistic conclusion.

   Based on the protection system of Ulduar, the city of Titans he visited once, even if he blew up the continental shelf of Northrend, the city of Titans would not have any effect.

   is like a turtle shell, so he has nowhere to speak.

   He must get that stone!

   The Titan energy emanating from the stone in Black Shaw's hand is pure and huge, and that dirty smelly pirate is not lying!

   The stone in his hand is definitely related to Titan.

   That was the key he had longed for for nearly a thousand years.

   On the one hand, it is the destruction of the present, and on the other hand, it is the salvation of the future.

How to choose    is very simple.

   He knew it was a bait, but he still bit the hook fiercely.

"boom"

  Two shocking missiles accurately exploded in the air at the front and rear of the pirate. When the peculiar ammunition exploded, it set off a sharp air explosion, like two heavy air fists, hitting Black's demonized body one after the other.

   His wings folded together like a shield, resisting shock shocks for him, and the magic shield outside his body continued to take effect, refreshing every 30 seconds, so that he didn't have to worry about being hit by shrapnel.

   But the missiles are just an appetizer.

  According to Prince Erazmin's description, his father's air unit aircraft is loaded with all the advanced black technology of the entire Mechagon, that thing is like a mobile war fortress.

  The pirate hovered in the air, the magic eyeballs on his shoulders turned back, and he passed the car of King Mechagon who was chasing after him shouting, and looked at the return bomb that flew into the clouds behind.

   The watchers and gnomes have already approached that thing, and they only need to kill the shield generator on the outer layer of the bomb, and then they can dismantle it.

   But this job is doomed to take some time, and the pirates must buy them enough time.

   Or, he can simply kill King Mechagon neatly and end this sudden disaster from the source.

   "Ha! Don't get so close to me! I hate dealing with strangers."

  Black swirled in the air, and while dexterously flying reflexively, he pulled down a flaming hand of Black from the sky, and smashed the meteor that was burning with shadows and flames to the back.

   Detonated in advance when approaching the flying unit, and the scorching meteor fragments, like swirling arrows, roared on King Mechagon's aircraft energy matrix.

  The strong impact made the aircraft shake for a while, but it quickly returned to stability.

   "I'm going to tear your wings apart!"

   The mechanical king at the back shouted irritably, and he set up two rapid-fire guns on the aircraft. In the next instant, a metal storm mixed with scorching lasers swept towards Black from a high altitude.

   This scene is like a dogfight between two fighter planes in the air. They shuttled through the clouds in the sky, and they vented their power to each other in the back and forth.

  Blake's various magics kept throwing out. He cunningly mixed sleeping magic into a series of magic bombardments, but King Mechagon's fully mechanized transformation made it ignore Nathrezim's subtle spiritual magic.

  Whether it's a deep sleep, a mental flogging, or a simple and unpretentious fear technique, death coil, etc. are all useless to him.

   This guy has no fear at all.

   No wonder he boasted that he would fight the corruption of the ancient gods with his mechanized might.

   With his current "iron will" in various senses, the spiritual corruption that the ancient gods and their servants are best at is really useless to him.

  Unfortunately, in the face of those things, just being determined can't win.

  Blake swoops into the clouds, escaping into recluse through the haze, unleashing Mephistos' signature shadow-crawling technique.

   The turbid shadow instantly shrouded the surrounding airspace like a black screen, and King Mechagon's aircraft rushing into it was immediately captured by the power of the shadow.

  Two phantoms of dreadlords rushed out of the darkness, one left and one right laughing wildly as they attacked the aircraft's matrix shield.

   Every second will give it a strong and burning shadow shock, this high-level use of shadow magic cannot be exempted in this dark space.

   As long as he can't rush out, he will always endure this kind of area-wide magic shock.

   "Hey, why are you still pretending to be asleep?"

  The pirate hiding in the shadows patted the skull of Old Master Thacher who pretended to be just an ornament on his belt. He "stared" at the cool flying machine that was rampaging in the dark in front of him, and said:

   "Get up, give him a shot! Kill him."

   "It's not as easy as you think."

   Mr. Thacher slowly hovered beside Blake, just like the old man who just woke up, he pretended to move his upper and lower jaw bones and yawned.

   Its eye sockets burning with purple flames looked at the aircraft in the dark clouds in front of it, and said:

   "That thing has three energy deflectors, any impact of energy will be attenuated by at least two-thirds, even if I drain your life force and shoot a demigod strike.

  Oh, I didn't expect that in your backward world, which is on the magical side, someone could actually develop such a powerful flying machine. Of course, it is still far from the aerospace technology of our Eredas.

   But by your standards, it's pretty good. "

   "Yo, I didn't see it, sir, in addition to being a black-hearted warlock and failure mentor, you are also a master of engineering?"

  Black teased:

   "How did an excellent all-round talent like you get to this point?"

   "I'm not a master engineer."

  Thachier snorted, circled around Black, and said modestly:

   "But in the glorious age of our Argus world, in the glorious and wise Enlightenment Palace, there was also the school of Argus engineering, and it was very strong.

  Our civilization has magic and technology in parallel, and it is far higher than your lower civilizations. "

   "But your perfect world is as ruined as you are. Instead, the 'barbaric' we repelled the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, so don't reminisce about the beautiful past, the old man, quickly think of a solution!"

   Black scolded.

   As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical king who was captured by the shadow area in front of him was burnt with a strong shadow, and two strange "prismatic bombs" were scattered around.

   There was a loud bang, and the dazzling light curtain rose like a burst of sunlight. Blake, who was hiding in the shadows, raised his claws to cover his eyes.

   In front of his eyes, the two bursting "light bullets" instantly released intense light and heat, completely illuminating and dispersing the Dread Demon King's shadow creeping field.

   "What else can you do! Pirate! You can't escape! Give me that key!"

   King Mechagon sat in his flying machine and shouted:

   "Perhaps because of your contribution to this great cause, I can personally help you and those you care about to complete the transformation of the origin, so that you have a place in the new world.

   This is a righteous and great thing, and you should feel honored for it! "

   "Hehe, another madman who does crazy things in the name of justice."

  Sakir Spicy review says:

   "There are people like this in every world, and the more determinedly they pursue justice, the more catastrophic they will bring to the world they want to 'protect'.

   If you meet a guy like this, you will kill one!

  Don't show mercy.

   Unplug the energy deflector on his aircraft and destroy one. Leave the rest to me, my sad and evil apprentice, you should really make up for your knowledge of dealing with mechanical creations. "

   "I want to learn magic, practice archery and shadowing skills, cultivate a relationship with my pet, and command my fleet. Now, I want to study engineering again?"

  Blake spit out:

   "In your eyes, I sleep four hours a day is too much, right?"

   "Hey, do you know how long Archimonde slept a day in order to gain my affirmation when he studied magic under me?"

  Thakir scolded contemptuously:

   "The eredar wizards who want to stand out in the Enlightenment Academy will not waste time resting. If you want to achieve great things, you have to seize every second.

   You are tired enough in my opinion.

   Your charismatic Lich Master has been too indulgent to you, and your talents have not been developed at all.

   This is a blasphemy to talent! "

  The pirates turned a deaf ear to the old man's preaching.

   He seized the opportunity and flashed around the king's aircraft with a whistle. Against the thick energy matrix around the aircraft and the accumulation of missiles and rapid-fire cannons, he swung his claws and struck a shadowy scythe.

   The sharp energy blade slashed in front of King Mechagon fiercely, leaving a scratch on his console, which made the Mechanic King also pale, pulling the joystick to climb.

   At the same time, the arm-like "Magnetic Arm" below the aircraft also re-emerged, and a heavy magnetic force came like a heavy artillery bombard, pressing Black's body to the ground at a high altitude.

  The chaotic magnetic field was pounding and disturbing his senses, as if the world was spinning, but before the more ferocious flesh-stripping rays shot, the pirate flickered and jumped away.

He appeared in the air, poured a mouthful of snake oil, pulled the long bow of the spiritual string, and fired three snipers in the next instant. Three consecutive void spikes were precisely stabbed at the same position, and it was difficult to destroy the outermost energy deflector. .

"It's now!"

  Thakir howled and was about to deliver a powerful blow, but Black reached out and clasped it in his claws.

  When the pirate got close just now, he noticed a small change on the aircraft. Under the blindfold, he blinked and said:

   "Don't be too busy, his aircraft is very flexible, and it is difficult to hit the key point with one beam of light. Let's add some material to him first. Look at me."

   After he finished speaking, he covered his arms, screamed in an exaggerated manner, flapped his wings again, and rushed to the sky at high speed as if he was running away, as if he was injured and embarrassed.

   "Don't try to run."

  The mechanical king pushed the joystick to the end, letting the flying fortress-like aircraft roar out of the clouds, chasing Black's continuous climb.

  The spirit level on the console is beating with more and more exaggerated height figures.

  3000 meters, 5000 meters, 7000 meters.

  When Black, who was flying upwards, felt it was difficult to breathe, he spread his wings, hovered suddenly, and looked down at King Mechagon and his flying machine rushing down.

   The demon pirate with a distorted face grinned, and in the same long-sounding laughter of the old man Thakiel, he released the skull in his hand and let it absorb the vitality from his body.

   "Don't **** too much, you don't need a demigod strike, after the energy deflection is abolished, the high-energy legendary magic is enough to shoot him down."

   Black said something.

   The skull suspended beside him opened the most, the flames of the shadow beating continuously compressed and gathered in its mouth, and King Mechagon, who detected the high-energy reaction, pulled the joystick to avoid flight.

   But at the moment when the joystick was pulled, he heard a crackling sound of crushed ice.

   made the king's heart sink to the valley in an instant.

   He looked down and saw that the left and right auxiliary thrusters of his perfect war fortress aircraft were covered with ice that did not know when to spread.

   "I said, the limit of optical obscuration on Mechagon Island is 3000 meters, right? In order to ensure secrecy, the daily flying altitude of all your flying mechanical creations will not exceed this number."

   High in the sky, Black flicked the frost on his claws and shouted to the king below:

"After your 'perfect' aircraft is made, will you conduct a high-altitude flight test? At an altitude of almost 12,000 kilometers and a temperature of minus tens of degrees, no matter how precise the machinery is, it will freeze. .

  Tsk tsk, look, I said, I know some engineering too.

  My dear majesty, I hope you have prepared a high-altitude parachute in advance"

   (end of this chapter)