Stratholme God

Chapter 871 Done!Tow away!
"Boom!"

From a high-altitude bird's-eye view of the Griffin Knight, it can be clearly seen that on the ominous crimson land, hundreds of armored vehicles and tanks are heading towards the metal giant walking on the ground in a sparse array.

"Bang bang bang!"

An excellent tank gunner can even hit enemies 1000 meters away on the move.

Uh, it's not too difficult to say, after all, the big guy is really too big.

The 34mm gun of the T-85 is neighing.

Unfortunately, this is more like an impotent rage.

A cannon that could easily blow up an orc's wooden sentry tower was useless in front of the magic mecha's mysterious alloy armor, which was easily one meter thick. The cannon only left a shallow dent less than 1cm deep on it.

That's enough!

The cannon attracted all the attention of the magic mecha, and the two eyes in its metal skull glowed with a strange emerald green light.It began to accelerate towards the firing tank.

"Boom! Boom!" The seemingly slow pace, because one step is ten meters, is actually much faster than it looks.

Seeing the metal feet pressing down like a hill, the driver of the tank in the front [Hurry up and update aha] was about to piss in fright. He slammed the steering wheel and turned it to the limit in one breath.

The serious T-34 must actually use the joystick. It even engraved the magic resistance rune on the front of the car, and even installed a fake version of nitrogen acceleration at the back. Do you think this thing can still be serious?
Nuo Da, a tank running wildly, with one track braked, the other track spun rapidly. It just made a slow-motion version of the drift, and finally narrowly escaped the shocking step.

This guy's snarky laughter echoed throughout the communication channel: "Hey! You can't step on me! You can't step on me! You just can't step on me!"

Uh, pretending to fail is called stupidity, but insisting on not dying is called awesomeness.

Don't look at the magic mecha chasing his car, punching and kicking for a few rounds, this guy blasted the accelerator to the extreme, even the tank turret went up in a sweeping action, leaving only the tank body, it didn't hang up , and led the magic mech into the predetermined ambush circle in one breath.

"Boom!" The magic mecha's feet were empty, and it immediately staggered and fell into a big hole that was actually not very well disguised.

It was a large hole 50 meters in diameter and about 20 meters deep.

I don't want the sand sculpture to be able to catch the Gundam, that guy fell into it even with the tank.

Such a big pit is already scary to ordinary people, but it just reaches the chest for a 30-meter-tall man.

Just when all the alliance soldiers hiding in the dark thought that the magic mecha would have multiple fractures on the spot - after all, the goblin's logging mecha, or the magic puppets in Silvermoon City back then had almost the same metal strength.This height combined with their own weight is enough to break their legs.

Unexpectedly, the magic mecha showed an astonishing reaction. Instead of falling headlong, it made a movement similar to leaning back, easily maintaining its balance.

With two elbows resting on the ground on the back, the whole body slides the shovel into the pit.

In a few seconds, two oversized metal palms, which were the size of an ordinary wooden house, pressed against the edge of the pit.The movements are so sensitive, if you say it will jump out of pole vaulting in the next second, the two idiots will believe it.

This mobility is outrageous!

At this moment, tens of hundreds of sand sculpture players, chanting the slogan "Heart", flew obliquely into the sky.

Many people even accelerated too fast because of the [three-dimensional motorized device] around their waists, causing their entire bodies to bend backwards, feeling that their waists would be snapped apart by the violent acceleration in the next second.

"Crack!"

[Jun Muqi]: "Ah! My old waist——"

Looking at the human body folded in half, with the back of its head against its own butt...

Well, not feeling!
It's so funny that one Feitian broke his waist.

This scene fully proves that ordinary people can't play with this three-dimensional mobile device.

Hooks with steel wires shot out from the top of the big box at their waists. The awesome guys can use the hooks to accurately catch the openings on the magic mecha or find a point of strength, and then lean on it like a Spiderman. A steel wire is flying in an arc; weak guy, one hook is missing...

"Ahhhh-"

"Oh!"

That lump of blood on the ground, I don't know what shape it is, is the end.

Well, this fully demonstrates what it means to miss in the underworld.

But more guys have succeeded.

"Shhhhhh!"

Relying on extremely exaggerated reactions, they kept retracting and releasing their claws, and even avoided their own people flying fast in the air. Using the power provided by the three-dimensional mobile device, they flew around the magic mecha.

"Hahaha! It's just a fake Gundam, can you keep up with my speed?" [Kuro] laughed wildly.It must be admitted that although he is a dirty god, his skills in this area are better than elite operators.

At this moment, McDonnell, who was watching the battle in Stratholme City through the magic mirror, hugged Liadrin while whispering: "I have a hunch..."

"What hunch?"

In the next moment, before McDonnell could say the answer, the magic mecha suddenly moved its hands, and it slapped a mosquito.

"Snapped!"

Blood splattered!

The dirty god Kuro... dies!

McDonnell froze for a moment, and then turned off the magic mirror: "Uh, no, I have a premonition."

Liadrin's clear eyes widened. She didn't quite understand why Mao McDonald would suddenly feel happy.

After all, those who are afraid of death are a minority. More Trident elites took out the Holy Light version of the [Iron Fist] bazooka, and fired at the head of the magic mecha.

The fel mecha, although it has a biological (demonic) structure, is still a machine in the final analysis, so it does not have a brain or anything like that, and the data processing center is not located in the head.

A direct attack to the head is clearly effective.

That's right, although the fel armor is designed to be indestructible, something like an optical sensor can never cover the armor.Theoretically, a cannonball that hits the head of the magic mecha accurately enough can make the magic mech lose its visual ability.

This miracle of being sent into the soul was born in the hands of [Dumbly].In fact, he shot crookedly, but a good aim is not as good as a good catch. The magic mecha's abrupt tilt of the head made it almost hit the sensor in its own eyes on the Iron Fist rocket.

"Oh!"

The huge mecha trembled all over, and immediately its movements became obviously slow.

Voices like "Auntie is big!", "It's now!" came out in unison on the communication channel.

Naturally, Gunner Willie would not miss such an opportunity, and pulled down the firing rope of a [Gustav] giant cannon.At the same time, the other two [Gustav], who had adjusted to shoot Zhuyuan early in the morning, roared angrily.

With a distance of less than five kilometers, it only takes five or six seconds from the time the cannon is ejected to the time it hits the bullet.

When the 7.1-ton armor-piercing projectiles tore through this pitch-black fantasy space and smashed hard into the breastplate of the magic mech with unimaginable precision, the terrible explosion impact will still be playing the three-pronged fly in the blink of an eye. All the halberds were swept in and twisted into powder.

Seeing the huge figure falling down in the binoculars, the second idiot showed joy on his face: "It's done! Someone! Drag that thing away!"

(End of this chapter)