My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2977 -991: What to Do If Your Girlfriend Breaks Down? Simple! Use the Mao-Style Repair Method on Her! (Part 3)

In the criss-cross blocking of the robot’s arms, Duke Wolfsbane delivered an “Ultraman Kick” to her front, with the first brute force of vampire civilization bursting in a surprise attack like a savage strike from a siege hammer, shattering the cold earth under the robot’s feet, as if the whole person was pressed three feet into the ground.

“Threat level continues to rise! Punishment level adjusted to…”

“Shut up! Idiot! Mere machinery, how can it rival my battle-hardened body?”

The relentless werewolf claw strikes, like illusions, stopped the Destroyer Guardian from uttering a complete sentence. Though the armor was sturdy enough to make such physical assaults hard to break through, every strike from Old Edward targeted the robot’s joints specifically.

Duke Wolfsbane might have studied martial monks’ fighting style since his wild power struck directly at the connecting points through the armor, hitting the joints that were fatal to a robot, clearly knowledgeable of how to deal with these pain-insensitive entities, a crisp, strong, and effective combat style that made the robot compute its damage risk.

Thus, she resolutely executed a flame burst counterattack trying to repel the opponent.

Amidst the terrifying roar, a mass of blue flames exploded at the battlefield, the strong blaze illuminating the dark night of the outer district, where, farther from Old Edward and the robot’s battle, Dirty Jackal People of the Bonebite Clan had climbed the city wall, faintly seeing Lord Paryen mobilizing midnight power widely to defeat the enemy.

Around the Blood Covenant Knight Order, Sanghai People, elves, and human warriors were resisting the torrent flowing in.

The storm shrouding the city weakened to the extent of being blown by strong winds, the heavy rain ceased too, port district cannon fodder was diminishing, while within the solar ship up high, His Highness Prince Hu Fu had ordered solar bombardment readiness, poised to provide fire support to the front-line battle.

In the weapon depot of the Origin Pioneer, Murphy stood before the storage tank of War Marshal Power Armor, stepping on a pedal to be cloaked by that heavy armor, besides was “Lord Chief Mechanic” Mosna, holding an observation device.

The lone Sentinel, having come out from the grief of losing his sister, restored to his sharp, capable posture like before; as Murphy re-armed, Mosna also relied on the reconnaissance radar of the solar ship to derive specific battlefield information below, saying to Murphy:

“That side, the Destroyer Guardian painted with the number 11 badge is now confirmed to be an entity personally crafted by the Creator, possibly the prototype and model for all intelligent guardians in Eden District, her defense, energy output, and power level are quite astonishing, judging by standard power systems, she’s positioned between Golden One and Demigod stage, yet hasn’t surpassed the limits of War Marshal armed response.

More surprisingly is Duke Wolfsbane Edward…

This guy can suppress the number 11 prototype machine in direct combat, proving your previous evaluation of Lord Edward’s strength was rather conservative; he evidently ranks the same level as Lord Paryen, a super vampire entity.”

“If that’s the case, the golden content regarded by Old Edward as a lifelong enemy, Salockdale, has increased!”

Within War Marshal Armory, a puzzled Murphy remarked:

“Why then did my old Clan Leader in that final battle get executed by two Golden Ones and me, the fledgling back then?”

“There might be a possibility, perhaps in molding the Midnight Mother Goddess progeny, Salockdale sacrificed not only countless Blood Vulture Clan vampires, but part of his own power, becoming one of the chosen sacrifices himself.”

Mosna analyzed seriously:

“Thus, it’s very likely the Blood Vulture Duke you fought was extremely weakened; I can only say you vampires, one ancient being counts as one monster.

But I believe no vampire’s biological template could produce exaggerated force to tear Origin Alloy by hand, thus I reckon their strength perhaps stems from Eden District’s past ‘Perfect Life’ experiments.

Including Lord Paryen, Old Edward as well, received gene-level enhancements and modifications.

That makes sense now.

Here!

Take this.”

Mosna fetched a silver mechanical sphere from the nearby machine table, passing it to Murphy, saying:

“Place this signal jammer inside the number 11 prototype machine, the rest I’ll handle remotely. As her consciousness reboots, continuously ease oppression on her; external energy consumption helps lessen her resource allocation on data defense levels, enabling me to breach her firewall more effortlessly.

If possible, Officer Murphy, capture her alive and bring her back.

She’s the Creator’s perfect combat assistant destined for you; letting her defect to the enemy would be too regrettable.”

“How exactly should I do it?”

Murphy loaded the siege hammer extension component, amidst giant Gorilla Arm installation’s sound, asked:

“Grab her and strike her head? That seems a bit ungentlemanly, treating a lady so might invite critics; you know, Mosna, rumors hurt like knives.”

“Are you silly? She’s a Twilight believer, perhaps a Shadow Elf, least of all, she’s a robot.”

The Sentinel sneered:

“Ignore those strange opinions, grab her head and smash it; fortified Origin Alloy’s defense is beyond imagination, she’ll be fine. But if you go easy, Charldo Harbor faces big trouble.

Alright!

Self-check complete, power armor operation perfect, can engage in combat anytime, Officer Murphy! Go forth swiftly in War Marshal form.”

“Then, let’s go!”

Murphy revealed a grin within the combat helm, several seconds later, the War Marshal Power Armor was air-dropped to the battlefield, alerting the number 11 prototype machine using guerrilla tactics to batter Old Edward, sensing the approaching threat from above, she tilted her head, cold electronic voice chiming:

“Threat level: Fatal! Punishment degree increased to 333%! Initiating scorched earth battle mode…”

“Bang!”

The mechanical heavy fist descended from the sky, smashing the robot attempting a flame burst into the ground as if playing whack-a-mole.

The tremor from the War Marshal Armed back-jumping shock during landing repelled Old Edward, making Duke Wolfsbane also raise his head towards the blood-red Iron Giant.

Murphy sensed this attention, speaking with mechanized tone:

“Thank you for your assistance, Duke Edward, now I must ask you to step aside to avoid accidental injury by my wild mechanical might. If you’re truly idle, why not go play with some Jackal People?”