Chapter 166 49 Family! Today I Bring You the Unboxing Review of the Anti-Superman Armor

Chapter 166 49. Family! Today I bring you an unboxing review of the Anti-Superman suit.

"Of course I accept this killing commission, hypocritical Holy Grail Knight Jason Blood."

Facing Jason's commission, a harsh and muddy voice soon sounded from the boiling fire of brimstone.

In Xiaomei's slightly horrified gaze, the figure of the gentle and handsome knight uncle was quickly melted by the fire, and was replaced by a ferocious and terrifying high-level demon who was removing his shackles bit by bit in the fire.

It's pretty ugly.

It is not as "beautiful" as some legendary demons. There are no beautifully curved devil horns, only a pair of small spiked horns on the forehead, and the embellishments on the ears look like fish fins, which looks quite weird.

But it also has the characteristics that a hell creature should have, such as sharp fangs, chaotic magic fire protection, and an aura of fear condensed into substance.

It moves its claws in a lying position.

The dark red armor was forged by the flames, the gray-blue cloak was flying like wings, and a pair of red eyes opened and locked on a group of liquidator biochemical soldiers rushing into the cave.

Although only the remaining soul of the latter was left, the sparks of sin stimulated by the vicious gaze of this superior demon were quickly incinerated from the body.

The blazing torches were lit in the heavy rain at night, and the noisy laughter originating from hell echoed in the din. The freed devil crossed its hands, and a great sword made of magma was formed in its hands.

It lowered its head and looked at Xiaomei, who was as small as a dot at its feet, and then showed a malicious smile with a thousand-degree temperature to the bold naughty child.

Xiaomei was so frightened that she hid behind "Grandpa Octopus" and stuck her head out to carefully look at her "Uncle Devil".

He is really a devil!

Wow, ugly, but so cool looking.

"Liar kid like you should be thrown into a frying pan and fried in hell!"

Etrigan yelled at Xiaomei.

Xiaomei, who was hiding behind Doctor Octopus, stuck her head out. She could tell that the devil was playing a joke on her, so she grinned and waved her fists and shouted:

"If you want to blow it up, you have to fry those bad guys first. I'm not good at eating. I don't have a few ounces of meat. Big devil, powerful big devil. Hurry up and eat them!"

"Hahaha, hahahaha! As you wish, cunning little spider princess."

Etrigen made an exaggerated knight's salute on the spot in a "gentle" manner, and then squatted slightly on the rocks of the cave.

The magma extending from its feet quickly enveloped the surrounding ground, water and rocks. In the increasingly pungent smell of sulfur, its eyes passed through the rain and clouds and finally locked on the car that was slowly driving towards Os. On the huge liquidator warship of this tower.

It knows where it can kill!

"Knight Jason is ridiculously hypocritical, Etrigan's old grudges are hard to get rid of. The doomsday is forged by the white bones, and the evil ghost realm is whimpering and wailing. Boring, boring, so boring!"

This big demon and rhyme maniac chanted doggerel while shaking his head and swinging the Hell Blade. Several gunboats flying overhead were smashed in the head by the summoned meteorites.

It soared into the sky with a momentum like a magma explosion, turning into a night fire that cut through the gloomy rain curtain like a retrograde meteor.

Amid the cheers of Xiaomei and the children, it bypassed the burning Osborne Tower, passed through the dim sky, and finally hit the outer armor of the warship heading towards the battlefield like a scorched meteorite. superior.

The terrifying impact tore a melting hole into the black, monster-like fish-like war carrier, and high-temperature magma gushes out from under the upper demon's feet, like a door to hell opening to swallow up the black metal.

Countless bullets and lasers were blasted from the giant ship at the demon who was about to kill, but it was useless except to add fire to its already hungry and cruel mind.

"I can enjoy the banquet of Ten Thousand Souls, and the blood will flow like a river today."

It grabbed the flying bomb and let it explode in its hands, then laughed wildly and stepped forward to grab a big biochemical soldier and bite off half of the latter's body in one bite.

I wanted to taste this blood feast, but the first bite almost made me spit it out.

"Vomiting smelly blood and rotten flesh, a loss-making business!"

The bad taste completely wiped out all appetite of Itlegan.

This "hell's great writer" even lost interest in reading poems.

But it doesn't matter.

It knows how to please itself, and transforms its gluttonous appetite into the pleasure of killing to its heart's content. To the devil, there is no difference between the two.

"boom"

A terrifying explosion shook the world in a few seconds. Zha Kang, who was throwing a fire spell on the ground and igniting a house, lay on his zombie dragon and raised his head to look at the burning giant ship in the sky and the continuously exploding magma fire.

This exciting scene made the black magician speechless.

"Good guy! Burn your body and explode!"

He exclaimed in the team communication:

"Did Jason Blood completely release Etrigan? It seems that witnessing the end of the world had a great psychological impact on the old-fashioned knight. I estimate that he may not have been so angry in hundreds of years.

Bad news, folks, we may have accidentally unleashed a monster of destruction into the apocalypse!

Good news, that monster is from our side!

Hehe, good things are all good things.

Mason, you can withdraw!

Next, let's leave it to our Uncle Etrigen to clear the situation. The high-level demons in this form will not stop until they are killed to their fullest. We have to stay away to avoid being harmed. "

"You retreat, go to Osborne Tower, I will stay here to help the lizardmen open the front."

Mason's voice came from the communication, with the excitement of a man getting a "new toy", he said:

"We have to complete the evaluation of the new weapon by the way. You go first, I will come later."

"Got it, be careful."

Zha Kang warned, and then drove the zombie flying dragon through the hail of bullets in the air towards the main body of Osborne Tower. He didn't plan to stay here any longer.

After Itlegen knocked over the mothership, he would definitely wreak havoc on the ground, and he happened to have some small "grudges" with Jason Brad and Itlegen.

In the past, he was controlled by an old knight with a stubborn and old-fashioned personality, and he didn't worry about being crushed to death by the devil, but tonight, when Itlegen was completely released, if the devil had some bad intentions, Uncle Zha Kang's journey through the worlds would probably be a Game Over.

But even though the warships were attacked by the sudden upper demons, the cleaners on the ground still reacted very quickly to the attack.

These guys with control chips implanted in their brains can be regarded as human cannon fodder controlled by the program. They have been wiped out of fear and will not lose control because of being attacked everywhere.

Except for Area C, which was disrupted by the K team and was being taken over by the lizardmen and their shelter knights, the other three areas in Osborne Tower have already formed quite difficult defenses.

Although they could not get effective and flexible command because of the absence of the commander, the various plans implanted in the minds of the biochemical soldiers allowed them to adopt a quite sharp and correct encirclement and annihilation tactics at this time.

Some people went to destroy the troublesome city defense turrets, and the rest began to move towards Area C to prepare to eliminate the enemy.

"Boom"

The violent collision in the pouring rain caused the entire wall to explode, and then a tall, heavy but flexible figure rushed into the temporary defense line guarded by layers of guards.

The fearless cleaners were not stunned by the surprise attack. Five heavy machine guns and multiple grenades turned their muzzles and fired at the attackers at the same time. Although the combat prostheses in their bodies were only low-grade mass-produced goods, they had all kinds of combat assistance so that they could keep up with the attackers.

But being able to keep up is one thing, and being able to make an effective counterattack is another.

The finger-sized bullets hit the attackers and only bounced dazzling sparks. The opponent dodged two of the grenades, and he recovered and held the third one and threw it like a lead ball.

Amid the violent explosion, the black heavy power armor clenched its fists and smashed like a battering ram under the push of the foot thrusters. While smashing the steel plate, it lifted the firing heavy machine gun with one hand, and then swept it out like a war hammer.

The five heavy cleaners were smashed away, but they were dead before they landed.

The outer armor of the anti-Superman armor operated by Mason was now covered with disgusting blood and flesh debris. Although this armor designed by the master to clamp down on Superman was indeed unable to deal with Superman at full firepower, it was simply an irresistible killing god when it was deployed to the level of battle in front of him.

Moreover, Mason used his "intelligence" to replace it with various deadly weapons, and completed the data connection and overall compatibility of these weapon systems with the god-level assistance of Doctor Octopus.

He easily destroyed another firepower point. Except for the dents and scratches on the outer armor, the anti-Superman armor was intact.

The tactical eyepiece of its full-cover helmet had scanned the position of the retreating personnel for Mason, and the micro-missile nest on the shoulder of the armor then popped out.

Under Mason's manual control, six consecutive missiles were fired to blow the hidden cleaners into a pile of minced meat in the firelight.

This weapon directly removed from the Batmobile is very useful.

It is even more enjoyable after the non-lethal stun grenades are replaced with high-explosive and armor-piercing warheads.

"Clear the edge firepower point of area B!"

An emotionless electronic voice sounded in the armor. This combat auxiliary AI temporarily written by Doctor Octopus was quite simple, but it still planned the shortest route to the next firepower point for Mason.

The program also gave Mason a "kill count" statistics in the upper left corner of the display screen of the tactical eyepiece of the anti-Superman armor. Now the number has jumped to 213.

This is only the result within ten minutes after the anti-Superman armor joined the frontal battle!

He has to kill twenty people every minute, and one every three seconds. This killing efficiency makes Mason very satisfied. This is the power that he imagined the engineer power armor should have.

Mason looked back at the broken positions covered with blood and bones and the lizardmen who were hiding in the dark night and rain. He manipulated the armor and walked into the dark night and rain to the next position, while shouting to the lizardmen warriors following behind:

"Take over here! Arm yourselves with their weapons and start hunting! Look at this rainstorm and night, it is a battlefield tailor-made for you.

The mothership of the cleaners has been destroyed by our assaulters, and these mad dogs have no chance!

Be bold.

You are the restorers of this world."

The lizardmen who shrank in the back watched this terrifying armor and its operator disappear into the night with awe and fear. Twenty seconds later, the sound of explosion and crushing and collapse came from another position firepower point.

In the past ten minutes, the casualties caused by this group of underground people to the cleaners were not as many as those caused by Mason alone.

But that’s not to blame for the lizard people’s incompetence, I can only say that Mason’s “new toy” is great.

"It still lacks an intelligent fire control, no, it lacks a set of combat assistance. There are more than a dozen modules on such a large power armor, and I can't handle it on my own."

Mason was satisfied with the lethality of this anti-Superman suit, but he was still not very satisfied with its overall condition. It was obvious that the dissatisfied young man was tired of the manual mode that required him to aim and fire every time.

After dismantling the bat system installed by his master, he is now in urgent need of a suit system of his own.

The military mecha module Judy gave last time has been installed in the Fenrir suit. This anti-Superman suit can only achieve the lowest level of human-machine interaction through the assistance of Doctor Octopus.

The suit and its user have always been a "symbiotic" system.

The suit has power and the user controls it, so Mason is eager to realize the full potential of his suit.

"With the heads of Sandstorm as a gift, maybe we can get another intelligent AI from the Afterlife Team? They are very good at making this kind of thing. There are wild AIs everywhere."

The Anti-Superman armor in the heavy rain quickly passed through the occupied area. While inspecting the little energy left in the armor, Mason thought in his heart:

"Afterwards, we have to find Doctor Octopus to improve this energy source. This 'power consumption' is a bit too fast."

"boom"

Mason had just turned a corner when he was hit by a rocket in the face. The subsequent explosion knocked his whole body to the ground. His heavy armor fell to the ground, and then he was swarmed by a group of liquidator soldiers armed with heavy firepower. Circle kick.

But they obviously underestimated the strength of this power armor.

Not only did Mason completely replace its previously damaged armor with the magic alloy he made using the forging array, he even gave the alloy outer armor a strong enchantment treatment.

Ordinary bullets with enlarged caliber and heavy firepower like the current ones would leave at most a few scratches.

It's like an iron turtle shell with thorns all over its body.

Mason's sense of security hiding inside was already overwhelming. Being surrounded by a group of liquidators and firing continuously did not make him restless. On the contrary, he slowly locked onto the targets around him one by one.

"boom"

The black power armor stood up against the terrifying firepower, and with three punches and two kicks, the approaching cleaners were beaten into a pulp amidst the flying bullets and sparks.

Then he opened his gauntlet, caught a grenade that was thrown at him, and smashed it toward the position that was spraying firepower in front of him.

After three unlucky guys died, the grenade exploded.

The dazzling flames engulfed another fire point.

"The kill test is perfect, the strength test is perfect, the sharpness test is perfect, the destructive power test is perfect."

Mason controlled the Anti-Superman suit in the heavy rain and strode toward the battlefield ahead like a black steel bat. He listened to the sound of the rain hitting the suit.

In this noisy battlefield, I felt a tranquility originating from my soul.

Finally, he came up with his evaluation of the first set of power armor in his life:

"Perfect, a litter of Q's."