Chapter 663: City Breaker (4)

Ivan is a rare mountain city. In the entire province of Gramatia, only this city is built on rolling hills and high mountains, but now it is covered by thick smoke, as if wearing a flaming crown The peaceful Tieluo Bay is ten kilometers away in the east.
The whole city is below the hillside of Casey's Peak, and the urban area is distributed like a ladder. The magnificent minarets and flying bridges made of glass look as fragile as silk threads. The hills are covered with elegant pavilions and gardens, and the spreading white houses are The bright sunlight shone like an ice cone.
The wide avenue sandwiched between the columns extends from the shadowed canyons below to the mountains. They are surrounded by explosions and black smoke. The city of Aven is the third largest city in the province of Gramatia, not just a The city of culture and art is also an industrial city.
Its industry is mainly textile and small manufacturing, and 60% of matches and candles are produced in this city.
But at this time, the attack from the sky was putting a gradually tightening noose on it, the storm boy and the rocket were put into battle at the same time, and the artillery and heavy armor of the blood axe legion and the raging beast gang were besieging the lower levels of the city.
The splendid mountain city was hit by double-sided pinch from below and in the air.
"Both up and down..."
Camille whispered, his fingers gently stroking the tip of his ear.
More than three thousand storm boys roared through the storm-like defensive artillery, shattered the remaining hopes of the enemy, and swept towards the last barrier of humanity.
The impulsive motorcycle team approached the peak of the city at the maximum speed, while the relatively bulky war truck and the giant Scrooge were heading towards the bottom. In her record, she compared such a raid to a living creature, with the perfect coordination and coordination of creatures. Coordination, and the awesome power of warlord Beiruf is its powerful thinking beyond imagination.
The warlord guided the offensive, the nerve boy was his perception, the long-range artillery was his shield, the armor and infantry were his fists, and the Harpy Scout was his eyes and ears.
Before coming to Blood Axe, she had always believed that Ok was just a group of barbarians who relied on a mess of numbers, but Beirut subverted her consciousness. He was a real warrior and a real general, compared with his kind He is simply a philosopher.
Perhaps most Oaks despise these things, discipline, training, and even appearance, but in the eyes of people outside Oak, this is also a power, a power beyond the flesh.
Since Camel came to her destination from the Flame Plateau, she was deeply attracted by the mysterious temperament of the group of Oaks. She was very eager to know what made such a prominent and weird group.
But until now, she has no clue, it is obviously difficult to explain this problem simply by instinct or acquired training.
Maybe she needs more observation.
Thankfully, working with a very "sane" warlord, at least she thinks she is the safest, compared to the one sent to the Red Butcher...
Boom~~~!
The giant locomotive underfoot shook violently, while an explosion struck the track in a deafening metal roar. Carmel felt a nausea, but she enjoyed the experience.
"Bird, unlike what you saw before, right?"
The driver shouted at the other end of the car, revealing his dirty fangs.
"Different!"
Carmel shouted with a strong smile.
"Greater."
She didn't lie. Although she had goose bumps in her panic and her heart was beating in her chest, she had never felt so energetic.
Witnessing the large-scale organized offensive by Ouke is a unique opportunity.
She is in a combat area. Nothing is absolute in such a place. A coincident stray bullet and a missed artillery can wipe out her life in an instant.
But on the other hand, if she is unwilling to leave her safe area and see for herself what is happening on the blade of history, then what is the meaning of life?
She is the daughter of the sky, not the charming two-legged females on the ground, and the blood of adventure makes her carefree.
"How long do we have to arrive?"
She asked loudly, and the end was covered by another explosion.
"Soon!"
The driver replied briefly and asked another Oak master to steer the wheel. Then he walked side by side with his assistant, a mechanic named Benbi, to confirm that the cargo carried by the armored vehicle was ready for deployment.
"Are you sure you want to watch?"
"I'm ready."
Carmel assured him.
"I want to see it. I am a narrator. If I want my work to be of any value, I must witness it with my own eyes."
"Ok."
The driver nodded.
"Remember to hide behind, don't block my way, because if you cause trouble, I have no responsibility to protect you."
"do not worry--"
Carmel raised her gloved hands.
"I have the ability to protect myself."
The driver nodded and turned to face the chattering mechanic. He was waving a wrench and a welding machine to make the final adjustments to the quiet passengers.
A bizarre and even ugly two-legged machine is standing in the rear cabin, twice as high as Camille.
These fighting robots, called as fart killers by drivers, emit the smell of lubricating oil and hybrid electric fuel~EbookFREE.me~ Its barrel-shaped body is covered with armor, and the heavy steel plate protects the pistons and gears. Limbs.
They are painted in bright blue and red. The head and body are fused together. The dark red eyepieces hang down in the center of the chest. The chimney behind them looks like an abrupt mountain. Their carved faces are like clown masks, or Is it the most common fart among the Ouk ethnic group?
The machine has a long barrel cannon and an exaggerated pair of scissors in each of its arms, and a rocket hangs behind it. Carmel speculates that when a fire is needed, this weapon will slide from the back track to the shoulder .
But what can she feel from such a static metal giant? What purely objective memory will its steel body possess?
Carmel took off a glove and reached out cautiously to touch his cold arm.
"Go away! Stinky bird!"
Suddenly, a green little beast waving a wrench popped out of the back of the machine. The fart made an insulting gesture while groaning.
"Leave them alone."
The mechanic murmured and hit the fart directly on the bulkhead with a wrench, and the guy stuck on it like mud.
As the machine started, new life was injected into its vascular cable, and Carmel traced the surging energy back to the source.
She is not only a scholar, but also a priest, with a noble identity and pedigree, the beautiful feathers of indigo blue are the best proof.
"Ok?"
The journey was abruptly stopped. She found that there was a chaotic consciousness in this machine. She did not expect to find such a spark between countless circuits and valves. She felt a terrible and strong desire to destroy and The timid and despicable desire to escape together occupy the semi-mechanical and semi-biological thinking.