Chapter 262 Battle Observation

The firepower of the shooting finally ended. Those believers could no longer support such shooting. They could only watch the dust and mist stirred up by the bullet rain slowly dissipate, and once again saw the not-dead flea.

The No. 0 coat had been torn, revealing the ceramic lining and the protective clothing under the coat.

He clenched his hands into tight fists, raised them to the height of his forehead and slowly opened his palms.

A large number of bullets fell from his hands, making a beautiful and crisp sound when they collided on the ground. His black abrasion-resistant and corrosion-resistant gloves looked badly worn.

The heat and kinetic energy from those bullets rubbed against the gloves, leaving searing scratches on them.

No. 0 squeezed his hands and found that his gloves were a little sticky from the hot bullets, and then continued to charge forward.

The cultists, whose figures were covered by their human skin robes, yelled at the guys to continue firing. They had not completed their mission and were not allowed to stop like this.

Production must be guaranteed! The factory's furnace requires these minerals! If they can't do it, their souls will really be locked by adults! He doesn't want to end up like this!

"You losers! Fire! Keep firing! Who allowed you to stop!"

"Sir, I can't help it anymore. It's been drained. There really isn't even a drop left."

A shriveled cultist who stopped shooting was so weak that he could no longer support the mechanical structure in his body. He knelt on the ground, and the heavy machinery began to fall off from the package of his flesh and bones.

"Waste! Waste!"

The angry manager suddenly swelled, and his human skin robe floated from his body as if alive, swallowing the other weak believers into his body like the dough covering the meat inside.

"The empire's lackey! See the true power! My body is the crystallization of the technology given to me by your master!"

"Attack that thing! It looks like an enemy commander!"

The grenadiers also noticed something was wrong with this guy who was wearing a robe and not joining the battle. The hell guns in their hands were aimed at the figure that was still expanding and deforming.

The human skin robe was quickly burned away, and the part that didn't turn into ashes turned into a smelly greasy substance that stuck to the body of the cult leader and burned.

"Ah! Haha! Die! Imperial lackey!"

The cult leader was larger than his subordinates, but the flesh and blood on his body was not bright red, but tinged with steel, making him look lifeless.

The thing's torso transformed into a bunker-like thing, supported by pale bones, with barrels and various cutting weapons sticking out.

The limbs were broken and stuck together. A joint formed at the knee and elbow and extended to the entire limb.

"This thing looks like a Leman Russ tank stacked with meat."

Grenadier 19 felt that this thing was simply desecrating his memory of Legion tanks.

The laser irradiated the steel-like flesh and blood that was not completely covered by the bones. The flesh and blood was not vaporized, but was burned out with small pits and flames.

Not as tough as the Leman Russ tank. But it still needs heavy firepower. I should carry a melta grenade so that I won't be so passive.

Grenadier 19 felt guilty for his lack of consideration, but he felt that he was not to blame. After all, if it weren't for No. 0, he would have redeemed himself long ago instead of still being alive today.

"Haha, lackeys! Die!"

The cultist captain, who turned into a flesh and blood tank, aimed the secondary weapons on both sides at No. 0, who was rushing over.

"Can't you block it! Can't you hide it! Try hiding from me again! I have accumulated highly compressed biogas for several months! I will use you as barbecue material today!"

There were things like intestines hanging under the muzzles of the guns. They sprayed a cloud of gas at No. 0, which was then ignited by sparks. The fierce flames were about to drown No. 0, even Grenadier 19 standing far away. They all felt the heat.

This coat cannot withstand such a flame. Grenadier 19 felt that his burned skin would stick to the coat. Even the quartermaster might not recycle that kind of thing.

So what will No. 0 do? He was becoming more and more curious about this magical boy.

Facing the terrifying flames, No. 0 did not choose to rush forward directly. Instead, he bent down and inserted his hands into the ground.

It didn't look like a very hard knock, but it created a square crack. No. 0 put his hand into the crack and exerted force. A stone wall was erected in front of him.

With one foot exerting force, the stone slab flew out, forcing the flames to disperse along the surface of the stone slab and fly towards the tank.

"What!?"

The cult leader who turned into a tank was obviously surprised by the stone slab that suddenly flew over. He controlled the artillery to smash the stone slab, and then saw No. 0 jumping over from behind.

"So close! There's no reason why we can't hit him! Die!"

Quickly turning around all the flesh and blood on its body and the mechanical structures adhering to it, this flesh and blood tank burst out with a loading speed that was impossible for an imperial tank. The cannon that had just penetrated the stone slab fired a new shell again.

The cannonballs carrying blasphemous power were drawn from the barrel, and the cult leader felt that his perception of the surroundings had slowed down. He could clearly see the shadow of the cannon's discharge and a circle of smoke behind it.

This shell will definitely hit. He has already seen that No. 0's hand has been attached to the shell, and he has seen the fragments of his gloves rubbed off by the shell.

Great! So wonderful! Next is blood and flesh! It's an explosion! It's the meat splattered on the ground!

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Production can still be guaranteed! Just catch some unlucky people from the labor camp and throw them into the furnace, and you will have new subordinates! It's not difficult!

Wait! Where is the shell? Why is it only his glove that is broken, where is the shell?

The cult leader reacted from his fantasy. The shell that he had high hopes for did not blow up No. 0 in front of him as he wished, but was deflected by his hand.

The only price is that the black glove is completely unusable.

The captain stared at the palm under the glove. The man's hand did not have too many scars and calluses, and looked like the sons of nobles who had never worked.

Didn't even scratch the skin? Why? Why is this?

No one came to answer the question of the guy who turned into a tank, because No. 0 had already stuffed his hand into the junction of his turret and body, and forcefully opened his turret - that is, his head.

The captain's vision was spinning, and he felt a little funny when he saw No. 0 tearing open the tank he turned into like opening a can.

What nonsense.

The light of the observation mirror disappeared, and his soul did not know where to go. The flesh tank fell into chaos and confusion, and the thing could not even attack No. 0 on his body.

All the enemies were killed, and the area fell into silence, with only the bubbling sound of burning flesh.

The grenadiers gathered again and counted the number of people and losses. Their team destroyed 50 things similar to chaos eggs and only died two people. Now they have 6 soldiers with No. 0, which is really bad news.

Grenadier 19 silently stripped the equipment of the dead soldier and dismantled his heavy armor and the energy battery hell gun behind him.

"These equipment?"

He looked at No. 0 who was walking over and pointed at the equipment on the ground. He also noticed that No. 0's gloves were completely unusable, so he simply took off the gloves of the dead soldier.

No. 0 took the gloves and squatted beside Grenadier 19. He picked up the shovel and said, "How about making a grave for him?"

"Grave?"

"You know, you have to keep a memory, right?"

Grenadier 19 looked at him in confusion. He had heard of graves, but he had also seen them.

A grave belonging to the Krieg people? Cutting off a piece of finger and putting it in a box would be considered a grave.

"I didn't bring an ossuary."

"We can dig one out. You... I mean we need to rest."

"We don't need to rest."

"Yes, I know you need to rest."

Grenadier 19 looked at No. 0, and they just stared at each other silently, neither of them giving in.

Sighing, Grenadier 19 asked No. 0, "How many enemies are there nearby?"

No. 0 shrugged, indicating that he really couldn't see any enemies around him.

"We can blow up that mining machine that looks like a bug, if you think it's also an enemy."

"Heh."

Grenadier 19 laughed after forcing out a breath from his throat. No. 0 didn't understand why he laughed, no, he didn't even realize that Grenadier 19 laughed.

"Then dig a grave."

Grenadier 19 stood up, and he remembered something.

"I said, did you catch all those bullets?"

"Yeah, it's a little hot, but it's okay."

Not knowing what to say, the grenadiers began to dig a hole for the two people on the ground, "That stone slab, how did you lift it up?"

"Oh, this, if that place can do this, you can do it too."

"Oh?"

Grenadier 19 put the body of his teammate in the pit and buried it. He looked at No. 0 in confusion, but he didn't know that they could do this kind of thing.

"Follow me."

No. 0 looked like he was happy to teach people. He led the grenadiers to find something, then he squatted on the ground and knocked on the ground with his hands, making a hollow sound.

"You try it too."

Grenadier 19 also squatted down and knocked tentatively.

"Push harder now."

He threw a punch without much force. He didn't even feel the pain in his hand bones. He saw the ground in front of him cracked into square lines, exactly the same as those made by No. 0.

He lifted the stone slab and kicked it. The stone slab slid a few meters and fell down. It was indeed easier than Grenadier 19 thought.

"How did you know? Are you a local?"

"No, I can just see some red lines."

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