Infinity Armament

With the outpouring of a large number of machine soldiers, the situation in the area controlled by the steel factory has sharply changed. If the previous battle was just a wind and rain, and the robot soldiers were more likely to be spectators than performers, the main passengers shifted, and a storm consisting of steel storms unfolded instantly.

Iron and steel units of at least 300 machine soldiers weave the entire sky into a world of guns and forest bullets, rockets dancing everywhere, and space seemed to return to the battlefield of the World War in an instant, with loud gunfire everywhere.

Though the attack was directed primarily towards the son in captivity, the bouncing around definitely did not mind taking the other intruders along with them.

As for the robot with the black lightning, it stood up from the car.

After searching all nearby targets, a pair of electronic eyes suddenly raised their right arm, and a gleam began to flash on its arm.

“Holy shit!” Fatty screamed, hugging Amber and pounding, screaming: “Get down! ”

Everyone lay down at the same time and saw a thick white flash flying over their heads, sweeping across the field, just like an ion stream.

With the flow of that ion, two rockets flew out of the black lightning to trap the son, apparently after weighing in, the machine BOSS still considers the trapped son to be the most threatening.

It was then that the confined son truly demonstrated his horrific fighting power, and the long contact angle in his body was stretched out suddenly, like a whip, and two rockets were cut off without even reaching his side. The huge explosion shook the air, causing the Son of Imprisonment to howl in anger and become more and more bitter.

The monster spins like a cyclone into a large team of robots, tentacles swinging like steel whips, and everywhere, a robot is torn apart into parts that fly across the sky.

“Go!” cried Fatty.

Walking away is the best option while the son of captivity is now entangled with the factory machine forces.

“Sandru, weaken the fat man!” The Code Adventurer called.

“Understood!” cricketed adventurer hey hey chuckled, suddenly pointing at the fat man: “Aging! ”

The fat man's bloody crest promptly prompted, "You're under the curse of aging, and your defense drops 20 percent for one minute. ”

When Fatty got stuck, he saw the adventurer called Sandru again: “Weak! Slow!”

“You are affected by a weak curse that reduces attack power by 20% for one minute. ”

“You are slowly cursed to move down 20% for one minute. ”

Put three curses in a row on the fat man and slow him down as he climbs.

Meanwhile, the adventurer with the sword rushed toward the fat man, and the blade slashed a black airflow: "Ghost chopped! ”

“Mind your own business!” Tower Shield Tang Zhou shouted at the same time. Right behind the big sword adventurer, another long-gun man was also attacking Fatty from the other side. The three joined forces and clamped Fatty. The cooperation was quite delicate.

Fatty's mouth pumped slightly and his body motionless, except for the light of terror in his eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to have been spooked by this fierce attack.

Yet just as they approached each other, Fatty suddenly had an extra sword in his hand: the sword of Hell King!

The giant sword body shined in the eyes, and the man with the great sword stayed for a while: “This is...”

Fatty's sword has plugged into the ground:

“Ten parties extinct! ”

As a blazing light rose from the sword body, the light group spread rapidly in a fierce dance towards the surrounding area, striking two imminent adventurers, shocking them into the air simultaneously, the remainder undiminished, shock waves sweeping across the quadrant, even bringing the Codex adventurer and the Staff adventurer into the attack circle.

300-point attack damage, even with the power of the Triple Difficulty Adventurer, this is not a bad injury.

The fat man pulled his sword and jumped, pointing it backwards at the adventurer with the sword. The blackness of the sword haunted him: "Glory of death! ”

The sword was heavily chopped on the great sword adventurer, and a bloody mouth was cut in his chest as he climbed.

The fat man waved his sword and split it it, and the sword of the sword of Hell King haunted a flame.

“Flames Of The Purgatory! ”

So far, the three skills of the sword of Hell King have been unleashed by his brain.

He has endured so far, in order to kill one person quickly, and the other, by accident, never expected him to have the same attack power. Watch Purgatory Flame strike your opponent, even if you don't die, and Amber behind you is already full of stars ready to make up for the deadly blow.

At this point, gunfire suddenly broke out in the jungle.

Fatty's body violently shocked, this memory of the purgatory flame did not fall in time, the big sword adventurer rolled over, gliding in the air to avoid an amber meteor, while pulling out something to pat on him, forming an energy mask to protect himself, which landed on the ground.

His series of moves was incredibly quick, and he pulled out a bottle of potion and poured it down on the ground, looking at the fat man in the eye was incredibly frightening.

In fact, it wasn't just him, but the other three people were also blaming the backward retreat, and the uncertain eyes fell on the fat man together.

“Class A weapon! Class A weapon!” The Codex Adventurer has screamed, “He has an A-level weapon! ”

How is this possible?

But if it weren't for a Class A weapon, how could you possibly possess three proprietary skills, so powerful that you would risk seconds to kill a Trinity Adventurer?

This can be achieved not only with Class A weapons, but possibly even with Class A special weapons, or with dual Class A.

In fact, it's not just him, even Tang Zhou and others are uncertain about Fatty.

Until then, they had never seen fat men using Terminators, Black Ants and this sword of Hell King.

Fatty, on the other hand, looked down at his chest.

A deformed bullet was being slowly extruded from his chest until it fell to the ground.

It was this bullet that blocked him in the moment of crisis, depriving him of his best chance of killing one of the other.

Pulling the bullet out of the wound at will, Fatty grinned: “Nice shot, unfortunately the damage is a little lower. ”

This shocked everyone again.

Others do not know how powerful the guns were.

Class B Sniper Rifle Hunter Demon.

Heavy Strike Mode: Gate kinetic energy bonus 60, range 800 meters, shooting speed 60 seconds per gun, can be used simultaneously with special bullet and gun skills to attack with 12-point element damage.

Continuous Shooting Mode: Gate kinetic energy bonus 22, shooting level 200 meters, shooting speed 2.5 seconds per gun, special bullets and gun skills cannot be applied simultaneously, Attack comes with 6-point element damage.

Earlier this gun, that hidden adventurer, used a heavy strike mode, and although the bullet was a regular Class B bullet, it used a dual Class C bullet skill to spiral explode, causing the bullet to explode after hitting the target, causing 3.5x bullet damage, with a paralyzing wound effect, rendering the wound defensive for five seconds.

A Class B bullet has 36 damage, which means that the actual attack power of the gun is at 198 points, but is almost ineffective on fat men who have already lost 20 percent of their defenses.

Not to mention the paralysis wound, which now appears to be completely untapped, must only work once the power of the spiral explosion skill has been exerted.

How much defense does this guy have?

Of course they can't imagine that the current attribute of Fatty is Strength 83 (92) Body 85 (99) Agility 75 (84) Spirit 78 (86) Will 75 (84), of which the Ant Set increases the full attribute by 9 points and the Iron Bracelet by 5 points. Fatty's naked defense also reached 41 points, even though the equipment attributes did not overlap the defense effect. That doesn't count. Shit, this bastard's got two sets. In addition to ant kits, guardian kits are available.

Guardian Kit increases Defense by 48 points, reduces Remote Damage by 15 percent, Skill Damage by 15 percent, and Exempts Skill Special Damage by 25 percent.

Plus the Class C Guardian Fortress and Halo effect, increasing his Direct Defense by 20 points again, not counting the Defense effect that he continued to improve after his life dropped, making Fatty's Defense already over 100 points, reaching a horrible 109 points, even if he weakened 20 percent of his Defense, he still has 88 points of Defense, not to mention the degree of damage to remote and skill.

Thus, only one powerful shot ended up inflicting more than 50 damage, which could not even be broken through his body and could not cause any functional damage, since his HP had broken a thousand times.

This is a tremendous shock to the four hard-to-reach adventurers.

Is this guy still in trouble?

On the other hand, Fatty's mouth snapped a few more times: “Looks like you're not as strong as I thought... at least worse than the Wolves. Well, also, a few of the mobs who came here to fight wild food, where can they be strong? ”

This seriously damages the dignity of those from the Trinity Adventurer.

The adventurer with the sword took a long breath after his life was restored: "Don't be too arrogant, kid. Let you see the real power from the apartment area. ”

As he spoke, the guy actually took a gun out of the crest, and then he made a strange move, linking the gun in his hand to the sword.

Gun blade!

This move surprised everyone.

The guy had raised his gun blade high in his hand: "Have you seen it? From the ultimate fantasy of the blade, let's show you the power of the blade today. Remember my name. My name is Shawn Mac, American! ”

Not just him, but the adventurer with the long gun on the other side suddenly whispered, a flaming red horse suddenly appeared, the adventurer leaped on the horse, and somehow, he had an extra layer of black armor, and the long gun in his hand slanted fingers at each other: "Saint Vandy King Kelly, Knight of the Professional Temple. ”

The sceptred adventurer threw a corpse of the beast from the crest, and as he single-fingered, a black skull stood from the corpse: "My name is Sandru, a professional necromancer. Unfortunately, there are no bodies here, I hate machines and prefer dead flesh life. Fortunately, I retained at least some good habits and stockpiled several bodies. ”

The code-held adventurer tapped the codes a few times, and the previously flying wing angel suddenly flew back into the codes. Instead, a four-winged angel appeared above his head.

“I don't need to mention my name, but my friends call me Judge. I hope this trial today will satisfy you. ”

And finally, the white adventurer who walked out of the jungle against the big guns.

Far from pointing his gun at the fat guy: "No one's ever been so free under my gun. You're the first. Prestige, the Germans, the snipers, you ugly yellow-skinned monkeys, will eventually die under my gun. ”

“Also a racist.” Fatty muttered.

Five adventurers from the Three Difficulties region and five adventurers from the Two Difficulties region, right here and now.

In the endless rain of bullets, they looked at each other and simultaneously revealed a murderous machine.

At that moment, everyone understood that it was doomed to an endless battle.

“Kill!”

I don't know who shouted, the brief pause of the battle turned momentarily to rise again.