Chapter 704: Live to death (middle)

She heard the thunder roar of automatic weapons and more screams from behind.
Io stopped abruptly on the cold metal floor, tilted his head to let the helmet's sensing system read the surrounding environment, and input the analysis results to her.
It was nearby, and she suddenly appeared in a corridor before, letting it see herself clearly, and immediately turned and ran after grabbing the other person's attention.
The monster could recognize this as another assassin, it was hunting, but this did not prevent him from stopping along the way to kill any humans who were unfortunately in his sight.
This is what happened to these green-skinned killers. Although they were bloodthirsty and violent, they acted in accordance with their barbaric instincts, but they were still methodical.
There is no living mouth for what they passed, only corpses.
Io waited quietly, shaking his body on tiptoe, ready to continue to escape the moment it appeared.
According to information compiled by the planners from the chaotic factory, after the catastrophic accident happened after Casco appeared, they still underestimated the resistance of an Ouk warlord to poison and witchcraft, and the armor they wore. It looks as simple as scrap iron, but the actual effect is not worse than the armor made of homogeneous steel forging.
In fact, they did not plan to get any results for this ambush. This is just a trial, a drill for real action. They need an approximate target. This red butcher is a very accurate target.
Unexpectedly, it was still out of the basket. The shadow blade was determined to kill this target. They even informed them before the action was initiated that the selected "exercise" target has become their target. .
However, even in the case of fierce battles and unprepared, it still killed them easily.
Thor made a fatal mistake, and they didn’t really estimate the environment—it’s easy to understand, considering Oak’s behavioral patterns, if priority is not given to warlords, nearby Ock will eventually come together, but spend on The time on the warlord gave Ock the crazy wizard the opportunity to start, allowing him to use an incredible teleport to send a whole dozen Ok to Thor.
So, the ending becomes very bad.
The only thing that is gratifying is that Casco, who was suspended from death, escaped in chaos. At least their temporary patchwork team has not suffered casualties in this "exercise".
"Io? Where are you?"
The voice of the planner hissed in her helmet.
"The furnace room, facing west."
She answered briefly.
"waiting."
"I have mastered his position."
The planner was obviously proud of his achievements, but Aiota glanced down at the tiny pistol on his right wrist, thinking about how to deal with it.
"He is not an animal, he will find you following him."
"Grab his attention,"
The other party answered.
She didn't speak anymore, because the red butcher suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor at that moment, and the thick and muscular body knotted.
A trace of white gas erupted beneath his helmet. With each of his movements, Io could recognize the pulsation of the blood vessels buried under the other person's bare skin.
Grak was covered with blood from head to toe. He stopped and roared like an engine, staring at her with a dull chuckle.
He was holding a machine gun in his hand, blood dripping from the barrel.
Then, Grake pointed at her with a broken gun.
"you--"
He has a heavy voice.
"fast."
Perhaps it was a threat-he promised that he would soon take her life, or a compliment to her skill, and considered Io a worthy prey.
But it didn't matter, and the next moment he charged like a furious bull.
She fired a cluster of transparent needles at the other side, and at the same time pulled the distance away with a light backflip.
The shining spikes hit the torch of the Ouk warlord and buried him in his heavy chest, but the violent killer just hummed them off.
Io turned and stood in front of an oval outer door, and the voice of the planner came again.
"Is he there?"
He asked urgently.
"I...I suddenly found it difficult to read its location..."
Aiou smiled bitterly, and the most ugly wizard she wanted to see was definitely nearby, and they could disrupt the detection mechanism of many commonly used witchcraft.
"Oh, he is here."
Io answered while running.
"He will kill me in 110 seconds."
This is based on the predictions made by Grak in the past.
"I'm trying."
The planner said with a new sense of urgency.
"Don't worry."
Suddenly, the warlord stopped and looked at her with her head tilted.
Io took a deep breath, sinking into the depths of his mind, and activated the energy matrix built into the stealth suit, allowing the cobweb-like influence to expand from physical space to magical void.
However, this process is very slow.
If she is against a wizard, she can completely drain the other party in the blink of an eye, turning her energy into her own.
But at this moment, she can only draw strength from the most common air, heat and life. She feels that the [Ziyuan] behind her slowly opens like a pupil-yet she knows that she is too late to fully recharge.
This set of equipment on her is a holy relic of the Kaimon Church. It flowed into the empire during the split of the Eastern and Western churches. At first, everyone thought that this was an arm used by a saint, but it was not until recently that everyone understood. It turned out that this was a set of anti-psychic combat suits that had been lost for a long time in the civic temple.
After learning that this set of prehistoric relics is still in the East Kaimon Church, the Citizens’ Temple asked the empire to return it-but think about it and know that neither the empire nor the shadow prince, whether from religious or practical significance Would agree.
Of course, both sides did not tear their faces, and the technicians of the Civic Temple can still access this armament so that they can study the ancient technology above.
But now, as Saint Mary of the Purple Garden, Io has no mind to think about so much. She now has to hold her own life in order to keep this precious set of arms ~ EbookFREE.me ~ bells and whistles. "
The warlord gave a low laugh, bent down to hold a short thick steel tube that protruded from the post, ripped it off in the splash of sparks, and then rushed over with the iron rod-the tearer was in He was thrown to the ceiling in the previous battle, and he has not taken it off.
Io looked calm and Ziyuan's power gradually reached its peak, but as she expected, Grak had entered the attack range and would never hesitate.
"Waaaagh!!!"
However, before Io was able to unleash the power of his anti-spiritual weapon, Grak suddenly threw out the guy in his hand, and the iron rod immediately hit her in the chest, flying her to the body covered by the body outside the door. In the courtyard.
"Well--"
Io supernaturally noticed that she had broken several ribs. She fell on a shallow corpse and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the helmet.
She is not dead, which means he wants to play with his prey.
They call it the Red Devil because of its rare red color in Oak.
All Oaks are born violent, but he is one of the best, and all the areas he has conquered, the residents are killed.
"No way--"
Io struggled to get up and saw another big smiling face enter the field of vision through the helmet goggles.
Grak held her ankle and threw her easily across the courtyard.
This time the force of the landing was slowed by a lawn, but she was still shocked and issued a weak cry of pain.
In her ears, the planner chattered about the retreat, but it had nothing to do with her.
Io concentrated on making Ziyuan ready to fire.
If she was destined to die, she had to kill it with her own hands, and crush her frantic thinking with a pure void energy.