I don't know if it's erosion or whatever reason, but upon vaguely realizing this, Night Owl instead felt a surge of anger. He struggled to restrain his own fury, knowing that only reason could defeat these Demons.
Sword Dancer raised his blade once more, and at that mont, the rail above brought forth new weaponry to suppress the out-of-control Black Angel. This experint had already turned into a suppression operation.
Communication was disrupted due to interference, but Night Owl was well aware of the current situation. Without the slightest hesitation, as the iron box fell, Sword Dancer closed in; he abandoned his prior defense to launch an attack. He wasn't sure what the uncontrollable Black Angel would do, but he was very clear that the newly acquired weapon was his only chance to defeat it.
The Third Generation Armor differed from the First Generation Armor. The First Generation Armor primarily relied on Demon flesh for power; even if the steam engine stopped, that flesh alone could keep fighting for a long ti. But the Third Generation Armor was different; its power was strictly limited by the steam engine, and once it exhausted its energy, it would be nothing but a steel corpse.
Due to high-intensity combat and the experint's demands, Sword Dancer's energy was never fully replenished. Given these differences, its endurance was far inferior to the Black Angel. It needed to end this before the steam engine stopped.
The iron box crashed forcefully onto the ground, and then split open on all sides, revealing the tall weapon rack beneath it, which held Armor weapons.
At the sa ti, to constrain Black Angel's movents, Sword Dancer simply threw out his sword blade. The heavy iron cleaved through the air, yet such speed clearly couldn't hit Black Angel, who slightly angled his body and easily dodged the attack—a maneuver far beyond Sword Dancer's capability.
Like taunting prey, an eerie laughter persisted. New flesh once again covered the chest wound, enveloping the steam engine, under which a faint glow emanated like a burning heart.
Sword Dancer was not agile, but to accelerate as much as possible, Night Owl made his movents extrely concise, performing no superfluous actions. As soon as he occupied the weapon rack, he initiated an attack, raising the several-ters-long Electric Spear Gun and directly firing at Black Angel.
Black Angel also comnced his offensive at that mont, seemingly disdainful of hunting down prey incapable of resistance, waiting until Sword Dancer possessed a weapon before starting his attack.
Slender steel nails surged with electricity; this was a suppression weapon specifically developed by Nikola after Black Angel's previous uncontrolled rampage. The steel nails would penetrate chanical structures, and the current inflicted would temporarily paralyze the flesh, ensuring more nails would hit.
Dazzling white lightning coiled around the steel as if it was a God-cast lightning spear. Yet compared to the nimble Black Angel, it was still slightly slow. Black Angel's movent was bizarre, effortlessly dodging the first steel nail, which directly landed behind him. But imdiately, the spreading current still followed the tal ground and disrupted Black Angel.
The silhouette first slowed down slightly, followed by more falling nails, as Night Owl strove to maintain composure, thodically firing to ensure that limited ammunition would drive Black Angel into a dead end.
The weapon rack didn't have many weapons, only an Electric Nail Gun and a Hot Cutting Sword; in short term, rlin could muster only these effective weapons. Of course, more weapons and support would follow, but given Sword Dancer's endurance, it was very likely he wouldn't last until then.
The descending steel spears gradually encircled Black Angel; this is what differentiates humans from beasts. The mortal body is frail and tender, but mortals use tools and tactics to kill creatures far stronger than themselves.
Night Owl breathed deeply. He could do this, he could. As long as he kept this up, Black Angel would be disrupted by the current, the hit rate of the steel spears would gradually increase, until Black Angel was suppressed...
A sudden roar interrupted all of Night Owl's thoughts, and imdiately he saw the dancing Black Angel.
The entire Workshop's structure was actually a kind of vertical space with a certain curvature, resembling an elliptical cylinder. The slightly angled wall beca Black Angel's foothold.
That was a maneuver nearly impossible for Armors to accomplish. He leapt upward; the sharp Iron Feather might not be able to cut through Sword Dancer's External Armor, but it was enough to leave so holes in the sturdy defense, which would beco his foothold.
"Retreat, rlin!"
Nikola shouted directly; Black Angel's actions had already demonstrated that he possessed the ability to climb upwards, perhaps his target from the outset was here.
"No, wait a bit longer!"
rlin didn't consent, rely standing atop the high platform and fixating on Black Angel's movents.
The Iron Feather resonated with a trembling sound during its swift flight, like a high-speed train about to break apart in the next instant. Sword Dancer also accelerated the firing frequency; this sudden rotation by Black Angel startled him imnsely, yet even more surprising actions followed.
Black Angel spread his wings; although heavy, he glided through the air with an eerie grace until the dark shadow obstructed the earth. He bore the astral light on his back, leaving Sword Dancer able to perceive only a pitch-black expanse.
"What's the... matter..."
Night Owl was sowhat puzzled himself. He initially thought the out-of-control Black Angel intended to attack the top where rlin was, but he suddenly abandoned the offensive in favor of targeting himself... or was his true intention this all along.
No ti for thought; the dark shadow arrived in an instant, followed by a crimson blood mist and the fireworks of steel igniting.
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