Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 49 Family! Today I bring you an unboxing review of the Anti-Superman Armor
"Of course I accept this commission to kill, the hypocritical Holy Grail Knight Jason Blood."
In response to Jason's commission, a harsh and turbid voice soon rang out from the boiling sulfur fire.
As Xiaomei watched with a hint of horror, the gentle and handsome old knight was quickly melted by the flames, and was replaced by a hideous and terrifying upper demon who was removing his shackles bit by bit in the fire.
It's pretty ugly.
It is not as "beautiful" as some legendary demons. It does not have beautiful curved devil horns, but only a pair of small spiked horns on its forehead. The embellishments on its ears also look quite strange, like fish fins.
But it also has the characteristics of a hellish creature, such as sharp fangs, chaotic magic fire protection, and a fearful aura that has been condensed into substance.
It moved its paws in a prone position.
The dark red armor was forged by flames, the gray-blue cloak fluttered like wings, and a pair of red eyes opened and locked onto a team of cleanup biochemical soldiers who were rushing into the cave.
Even though the latter only had a remnant of his soul left, the sparks of sin that were aroused by the vicious gaze of this superior demon were still rapidly burning through his body.
The blazing torches were lit in the night rain, and the noisy laughter from hell echoed in the clamor. The freed demon crossed his hands, and a great sword forged from magma took shape in his hands.
It lowered its head and looked at Xiaomei, who was as tiny as a dot at its feet, and then gave this daring naughty child a malicious smile with a temperature of over a thousand degrees.
The frightened Xiaomei quickly hid behind "Grandpa Octopus" and even stuck her head out to look at her "devil uncle" cautiously.
He is actually a devil!
Wow, ugly, but cool looking.
"A liar like you should be fried in a pot in hell!"
Itlegan yelled at Xiaomei.
Xiaomei, who was hiding behind Doctor Octopus, poked her head out. She could tell that this was the devil playing a joke on her, so she grinned, waved her fist and shouted:
"If you're going to fry anything, fry the bad guys first. I'm not tasty, I don't have much meat. Big devil, a powerful big devil, go eat them!"
"Hahaha, hahahaha! As you wish, cunning little spider princess."
Itlegen performed an exaggerated knight's salute in a "gentle and refined" manner, then squatted slightly on the rocks of the cave.
The magma extending from under its feet quickly enveloped the surrounding ground, flowing water and rocks. In the increasingly pungent smell of sulfur, its gaze pierced through the rain and the dark clouds and finally locked onto the giant Cleaner warship that was slowly sailing towards the Osborne Tower.
It knows that it can kill to its heart's content there!
"Knight Jason is hypocritical and ridiculous, and Itlegan's old grudge is hard to let go. The pile of bones is the end of the world, and the evil ghost realm is whimpering. Boring, boring, too boring!"
This huge demon and rhyme maniac chanted limericks and shook his head while waving the Hell Blade. Several gunboats flying overhead were smashed on their heads by the summoned meteorites.
With the momentum of a magma eruption, it soared into the sky, turning into a ray of fire in the night, cutting through the gloomy rain curtain like a retrograde meteor.
Amid the cheers of Xiaomei and the children, it bypassed the burning Osborne Tower, passed through the dim sky, and finally, like a scorched meteorite, slammed head-on into the outer armor of a giant warship heading towards the battlefield.
The terrifying impact force tore a melting hole in the black war mothership that looked like a strange fish, and high-temperature magma gushed out from under the feet of the upper demon, like the gate of hell opening and swallowing the black metal.
Countless bullets and lasers were fired from the giant ship at the demon that was about to go on a killing spree, but they were useless except for adding fuel to its already hungry and brutal mind.
"A feast of ten thousand souls is at my disposal, and rivers of blood will flow today."
It grabbed the flying bomb and let it explode in its hand, then it laughed wildly, grabbed a big biochemical soldier and bit off half of his body.
He wanted to savor this blood feast, but he almost vomited after taking the first bite.
"Ugh...stinking blood and rotten meat, what a loss-making deal!"
The bad taste completely wiped out Itlegan's appetite.
It even made this "great writer from hell" lose interest in reciting poetry.
But it doesn't matter.
It knows how to please itself, and transforms its unfulfilled appetite into the pleasure of killing to its heart's content. For the devil, there is no difference between the two.
"boom"
A horrific explosion shook the heaven and earth a few seconds later. Zha Kang, who was casting a fierce fire spell on the ground to set a house on fire lay on his zombie flying dragon and looked up at the burning giant ship in the sky and the constantly exploding lava flames.
This exciting scene made the black magician gasp in amazement.
"Good boy! Burning body explosion!"
He exclaimed in the team communication:
"Did Jason Blood completely unleash Ethelgen? It seems that witnessing the end of the world has had a huge impact on the straitlaced knight. I guess he hasn't been this angry in hundreds of years.
Bad news, everyone, we may have accidentally unleashed a doom monster on the apocalypse!
Good news, the monster is on our side!
Hehe, good things, all good things.
Mason, it's time to retreat!
Let's leave it to our Master Itlegan to clean up the place. The upper demon in this form will not stop until he has killed enough. We have to stay away from him to avoid being affected."
"You retreat to Osborne Tower. I will stay here to help the lizardmen open up their front."
Mason's voice came from the communication, with the excitement of a man getting a "new toy", he said:
"We also need to complete the evaluation of the new weapons. You go ahead and I'll follow."
"Got it, be careful."
Zha Kang gave some instructions, then drove the zombie dragon through the hail of bullets in the air towards the main body of the Osborne Tower. He did not intend to stay here any longer.
After Itlegen overturned the mothership, he would certainly wreak havoc on the ground. Unfortunately, he had some small "grudges" with Jason Blood and Itlegen.
In the past, he was controlled by an old knight with a stubborn and old-fashioned personality, and he didn't have to worry about being crushed to death by the devil. But tonight, with Itlegan being completely released, if the devil has some bad intentions, Mr. Zhakang's journey through the worlds will probably be Game Over.
But even though the war mothership was attacked by the sudden upper demon, the cleaners on the ground still reacted extremely quickly to the attack.
These guys with control chips implanted in their brains can be completely regarded as program-controlled human cannon fodder. Their fear has been erased and they will naturally not lose control just because they are attacked from all directions.
Aside from Area C, which was disrupted by Team K's raid and is currently being taken over by the Lizardmen and their Sanctuary Knights, the other three areas in Osborne Tower have already put up pretty tough defenses.
Although they could not receive effective and flexible command due to the absence of the commander, the various contingency plans implanted in the minds of the biochemical soldiers allowed them to adopt a very sharp and correct encirclement and annihilation tactic at this time.
Some people went to destroy the troublesome city defense turrets, and the rest began to advance towards area C to eliminate the enemy.
"boom"
The violent collision in the pouring rain caused the entire wall to explode, and then a tall, heavy but agile figure rushed into the temporary defense line that was guarded by layers of defense.
The fearless cleaners were not caught off guard by the surprise attack. They fired at the attackers simultaneously with five heavy machine guns and multiple grenades. Although the combat prostheses in their bodies were only low-grade mass-produced products, they had all the necessary combat aids to enable them to keep up with the attackers' speed.
But being able to keep up is one thing, and being able to launch an effective counterattack is another.
The finger-sized bullets only produced dazzling sparks when they hit the attacker. The attacker dodged two of the grenades, but he recovered and caught the third one and threw it at him like a shot put.
Amid the violent explosion, the black heavy power armor clenched its fists and, propelled by the foot thrusters, smashed forward like a battering ram, breaking the steel plate while lifting the firing heavy machine gun with one hand, and then swept it out violently like a war hammer.
Five heavy-armored cleaners were knocked flying, but they were dead before they hit the ground.
The outer armor of the anti-Superman armor operated by Mason was now covered with disgusting bloody and flesh fragments. Although this armor designed by the master to clamp Superman was indeed unable to deal with Superman at full firepower, it was simply an irresistible killing god when it was deployed to a battle of this level.
Moreover, Mason used his own "intelligence" to equip it with various deadly weapons, and with the god-level assistance of Doctor Octopus, he completed the data connection and overall compatibility of these weapon systems.
He destroyed another firing point with ease, leaving the Anti-Superman armor unscathed save for dents and scratches on the outer armor.
The tactical eyepiece of his full-cover helmet had already scanned the position of the retreating personnel for Mason, and the micro-missile nest on the shoulder of the armor then popped out.
Under Mason's manual control, six consecutive missile bursts blew the hiding cleaners into a pile of minced meat in the flames.
This weapon, taken directly from the Batmobile, is quite useful.
It's especially cool after replacing the non-lethal stun grenades with high-explosive and armor-piercing warheads.
"Clear the fire point on the edge of area B!"
An emotionless electronic voice rang out in the armor. This combat assistance AI temporarily written by Doctor Octopus was quite simple, but it still planned the shortest route to the next firing point for Mason.
The program also kept a "kill count" of Mason in the upper left corner of the display screen of the anti-Superman armor's tactical eyepiece, and now the number has jumped to 213.
This is just the result within ten minutes after the anti-Superman armor joined the frontal battle!
That means he has to kill twenty people every minute, and one every three seconds. This killing efficiency makes Mason very satisfied. This is the power he imagined that the engineer power armor should have.
Mason looked back at the broken positions covered with blood and bones, and the lizardmen hiding in the dark and rainy night and looking around. He controlled the armor and walked into the dark and rainy night to the next position, while shouting to the lizardmen warriors following behind:
"Take over this place! Arm yourself with their weapons and start hunting! Look at this rainstorm and dark night, it's a battlefield tailor-made for you.
The cleaners' mothership has been destroyed by our commandos. There's no hope for these mad dogs!
Be bold.
You are the restorers of this world."
The lizardmen cowering in the rear watched with awe and fear as this terrifying armor and its operator disappeared into the night. Twenty seconds later, the sound of explosions and crushing collapse was heard from another firing point in the position.
In the past ten minutes, the casualties caused to the cleaners by this group of underground people were not as many as those caused by Mason alone.
But this is not the lizard people's fault. It can only be said that Mason's "new toy" is amazing.
"I'm still missing an intelligent fire control unit. No, I'm missing a combat support unit. This large power armor has more than a dozen modules. It's hard for me to operate it by myself."
Mason was satisfied with the lethality of this anti-Superman armor, but he was still not very satisfied with its overall condition. Obviously, the unsatisfied young man had become bored and annoyed with the manual mode that required him to aim and fire every time.
After dismantling the bat system installed by his master, he is now in urgent need of a suit system of his own.
The military mecha module that Judy gave last time has been installed in the Fenrir armor. This anti-Superman armor can only achieve the most basic human-computer interaction with the assistance of Doctor Octopus.
Combat suits and their users have always been a "symbiotic" system.
The suit has power and the user wields it, so Mason is eager to see the full potential of his suit realized.
"With Sandstorm's head as a gift, maybe we can get another intelligent AI from the Afterlife team? They are quite good at making this kind of thing, and there are wild AIs roaming everywhere."
The Anti-Superman armor was moving quickly through the occupied territory in the heavy rain. Mason was checking the little energy left in the armor while thinking:
"I'll have to ask Doctor Octopus to improve this energy source later. This 'power consumption' is a bit too fast..."
"Bang"
Mason had just turned a corner when a rocket hit him in the face. The subsequent explosion threw him to the ground. His heavy armor fell to the ground, and he was then surrounded and kicked by a group of cleanup soldiers armed with heavy firepower.
But they obviously underestimated the sturdiness of this power armor.
Mason not only completely replaced its previously damaged armor with the magic alloy he made using the alchemy array, he even gave the alloy outer armor a strong enchantment.
Ordinary bullets with increased caliber and heavy firepower like the ones in front of us can only leave a few scratches at most.
It's like an iron turtle shell covered with thorns.
Mason felt extremely safe hiding inside, and being surrounded by a group of cleaners and constantly fired at did not make him anxious. On the contrary, he slowly locked onto the targets around him one by one.
"Bang"
The black power armor stood up despite the terrifying firepower, and beat the approaching cleaner into a pulp with three punches and two kicks amidst the flying bullets and sparks.
Then he opened his gauntlet, caught a grenade that was thrown at him, and threw it towards the position in front that was spraying fire.
After three unlucky guys died, the grenade exploded.
The rising dazzling flames engulfed another fire point.
"The killing test results are perfect, the strength test results are perfect, the sharpness... uh, the destructive power test results are perfect."
In the heavy rain, Mason manipulated the Anti-Superman armor and strode towards the battlefield ahead like a black steel bat. He listened to the sound of rain hitting the armor.
In this noisy battlefield, I felt a sense of tranquility that came from the heart.
Finally, he came to an evaluation of his first set of power armor in his life:
" Perfect, a nest of Q."
