Chapter 746
My Empire Chapter 746
2020-11-03
Chapter 746 748 Out of BulletsWhen Burrison bullied him, there was finally nothing in his ears that made him irritable Cold voice. He strode forward and once again slashed at the strange target in white robes.
The opponent also seemed to be ready to end the battle soon, and rushed straight over, ready to take Burrison's sword without dodging or evading.
The moment Burrison swung the long sword, the opponent raised one arm to condense a thick magical defense barrier on the palm, while the other hand reached forward and aimed Burrison's chest.
The white-robed man also seemed to have discovered that if he didn't break the armor on Burrisson's body, he would not be able to cause fatal damage to Burrisson. So he aimed at Burrisson's weakness this time, and planned to solve Burrisson at one time.
Berryson didn't panic at all. He also used his other arm to make a defensive posture. The magic defense barrier on his arm lit up, and the speed of condensation was even faster than the opponent's. faster.
In an instant, the bodies of the two sides came into contact, and Burrisson felt a sharp pain in his defensive arm, even with the blessing of the defensive magic array.
And the sword he swung also penetrated the opponent's magical defense barrier and slashed on the opponent's shoulder.
The familiar feeling of the long sword piercing into the flesh came from his palm, and Burrison knew that his attack this time was successful.
He ignored the pain in his arm and tried to increase the destructive power of this sword as much as possible. The long sword produced by the Ironforge No. 1 Forging Factory did not live up to expectations, and repaid Burrison's trust with super quality.
Berryson saw that the side of the white robe was slowly falling when he flew out. He did hit the target, and there were still quite a few.
It's just that, now, it seems that this sword is just a piece of white cloth. Exchanging his arm for half of the other party's clothes, Burrison felt that this was the worst exchange he had ever made in his life.
But the illusion just now so real that he had an illusion that his long sword had hit something, what was it all about?
Just when he hesitated, the man in white robe suddenly let out a mournful scream, and under the remaining white robe, his body was constantly twisting, like a balloon being pulled by the manic internal gas. , looks like it's about to break.
"It was hit!" Burrison rejoiced for one ten thousandth of a second, and then his body fell heavily into the trench and fell on top of a pile of shell casings.
He struggled to get up, and found that the left hand of his power outer skeleton had been completely scrapped.
The original field trackpad for controlling the computer on the arm and some small parts fixed on the arm have changed beyond recognition, and the heavy gauntlet has also been slightly deformed.
In his earphones, which had already become quiet, a cold computer prompt sounded again at this time: "The energy has been exhausted, please leave as soon as possible..."
"ka !" The armor that was originally fixed on the arms and legs was automatically pried open, and only the deformed left arm was still completely motionless.
"Damn it, all energy is consumed on defense..." Burrisson, who was detached from the outer skeleton of the power, pulled out his arm from the broken arm armor on the left. jumped to the ground.
He glanced at the assault rifle fixed behind the outer skeleton body, because of its size and recoil, he couldn't use it at all now.
The long sword held on his right hand can't be used anymore, and now he can only use the weapon he carries to continue fighting.
Therefore, he took out a self-defense pistol from his waist, climbed to the edge of the trench, and aimed the weapon in his hand at the man in white who was "shivering".
Just when he couldn't help but continuously pulled the trigger at the target, the white-robed man opposite finally couldn't hold it anymore and exploded while struggling and twisting.
A huge impact made Burrison roll back into his trenches once again. He felt that he had just lost eight lifetime's bloody bad luck, and there would be such a time of embarrassment.
He tumbled and fell to the bottom of the pit, and his ears were filled with the hum of the explosion. He couldn't hear the noise on the battlefield. It was originally because of the anti-noise headphones, but now it was because of him. The ears are really being put to the test.
"Damn it!" Burrison struggled to get up, climbed to the edge of the trench again, stuck out his head, and saw the white robe that had been blown to pieces, in his own Falling before your eyes.
Obviously, he killed a white-robed man and won the battle, and he was so excited that he wanted to shout loudly, or that he had already started to shout loudly. It's a pity that he couldn't hear his own voice, and the cry in his mouth seemed to be beyond a thousand li.
But he was still very excited, because he still won the battle, won this sudden encounter with the most elite troops of the opponent.
It's a pity that after the excitement, he recovered his hearing and suddenly realized that he just killed a white robe.
Another white-robed man turned his attention to Burrison in the trenches after magically shattering a heavily armored grenadier. The other party walked towards Burrison step by step, with the light smoke that was burning after burning around his hands.
Yes, there are still dozens of white-robed people raging on the battlefield, and Burrison has just eliminated one white-robed man. He exhausted the energy of the outer skeleton of the power, and only managed to kill such a white-robed man...
While he killed the white-robed man just now, other white-robed men were killed. The grenadiers were killed, and some white-robed men killed the grenadiers who stopped them.
This was a tragic battle. Many grenadiers died in battle because their skills were inferior to others, and many grenadiers won their own victory by tragic methods.
They pulled the grenades they were carrying, and perished with these white-robed men who rushed over—the entire battlefield was now in a mess, with empty white-robed robes dyed black by gunpowder fluttering in the air, and some. The heavy mecha remains paralyzed to the ground.
"Bah!" Burrisson pointed the gun at the white-robed man who was charging towards him, pulling the trigger one by one. The bullet in his pistol rushed out of the chamber, and then splashed fire star on the magic array in front of the white-robed man.
"ka!" The last shot was fired, and the automatic pistol ejected the last shell and entered a state to be loaded. The slide was stuck at the end and the barrel was smoking lightly from the heat.
Berryson dropped the pistol, stared at the man in white robe who was close at hand, looked at the flames wrapped around his arm, and grinned.
(end of this chapter)