Chapter 355

Chapter 354 Practice with Jörmungandr

Uncle Da looked at the battle scene of one man and one mecha from a distance and shook his head slightly. He was too inexperienced and his consciousness was not strong enough. He had to choose to fight Jörmungandr in close combat.

That was like showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong.

Which strong man with a strength exceeding that of a 30-year-old mutator did not undergo the tempering of fire and blood again and again before undergoing transformation.

They have fought more times than the average person has eaten. Although Tang Ruyi is gifted, who is his opponent?

Jörmungandr!

A super strong man with a strength comparable to that of a 40-year-old mutator, even if he has not learned the ancient arts, his punches are weird and his figure is ghostly, absolutely suppressing Tang Ruyi.

At the beginning, Tang Ruyi proposed close combat to feel the strength of the mutator, but Uncle Da disagreed. He was worried that his consciousness was not strong enough, and it would be difficult to control the mecha in close combat, and he would be defeated by Jörmungandr.

In that case, it would be a big blow to his heart, and he was afraid that he would never recover from it.

The reason why the One-Strike Mech can compete with the Forty-Year Polluted Mutant is not only the strength of its materials, but more importantly, the Mech has a strong explosive power, which may be some kind of laser, some kind of energy wave, or some kind of fission core.

In short, facing the Forty-Year Polluted Mutant, as long as the big move is activated, it is absolutely impossible to fall behind.

Of course, at the level of the Polluted Mutant, its own superpowers are also at the level of destroying the world, and a full-strength attack is no less than the explosion of an ordinary nuclear bomb.

Therefore, the Polluted Mutant War will almost always choose to fight in a place deep in the contaminated area where there is no one. If it is fought in a densely populated place in the city, I don’t know how many people will die.

"Come again!"

Tang Ruyi in the Mech cabin was not discouraged. He stood up from his half-kneeling body, gritted his teeth, and made a sword-drawing action. Then he ran, and the golden armor also ran, flashing psychedelic golden light spots under the starlight, rushing towards Jörmungandr.

The Tang sword swung, swirled in the Mech’s hand, and stabbed Jörmungandr’s chest with a sword. This ordinary forward stab was used extremely skillfully by Tang Ruyi. It looked ordinary, but it was dangerous.

This danger can only be felt when facing the 20-meter-long, 1.8-meter-tall, and 2-meter-wide Jörmungandr.

"Haha, interesting." Jörmungandr had a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

Use him... to practice?

Use him to practice! It's really a strange thing. A person standing at the top of the pyramid in Adam City would actually be used to practice? His eyes showed the majesty of an emperor, but his body was as light as a flying bird to dodge the attack that Tang Ruyi thought was hidden.

Yes, the person who controlled the mecha let go of his hands and feet and fought. His strength was not worse than his. What's wrong with practicing with each other at the same level?

After landing, Jörmungandr rushed forward and punched out.

The force was heavy, like a mountain and sea.

The golden armor raised the Tang sword to block horizontally, and retreated again and again, "dengdengdeng", and the contaminated core on the ground was stepped on and cracked, shattered all over the ground, like black stars scattered on the ground.

Jörmungandr looked at the shattered contaminated core on the ground and frowned: "Wait for you in the depths of the contaminated area!"

The huge head of the golden armor looked back at Uncle Da, who nodded and agreed to let him fight with Jörmungandr. Whether or not he could kill Jörmungandr, Uncle Da had enough confidence in the Tang family's mecha to ensure that Tang Ruyi was safe.

Jörmungandr left, and Jehovah appeared on the battlefield, followed by a modified truck, and began to pick up the contaminated core again. Uncle Da walked to Xu Jingzhe's side, confirmed that he was still alive, and carried him on his shoulders.

"Little, little A Man..." Xu Jingzhe, who was in a coma, seemed to have sensed something, and whispered the name of little A Man?

"Who?" Uncle Da asked.

"Little A Man..."

The 800-mile minefield destroyed everything, more than 20 million people were buried here, and the polluters left contaminated cores. The people in the chemical zone left the modified alloy...

Almost all the people from the four major families died, only one person escaped by luck. Sun Chenglong listened to Xu Jingzhe's words and fled desperately, but he was also struck by lightning and almost died.

Eight hundred miles away, the polluters who came later were all silent. Looking at everything in front of them, they were just glad that they came late and saved their lives.

Under an ancient tree not far away, three women with their own merits were sitting there, their bodies still trembling slightly.

One of them thought of the scene of the destruction of the world like the end of the world, and tears fell: "Boss, you, do you think Xu Jingzhe can survive?"

Lu Xiaoxiao's face was pale, and her towering chest was ups and downs. Jörmungand was too crazy, a devil. The war with Pangu City took away the lives of countless innocent people, and in the polluted area, tens of millions of polluters were designed. I am afraid that hundreds of millions of lives have died because of his decisions and actions.

If he is not a devil, who is?

He is simply a devil among devils!

"If he can sense it in advance, he will definitely survive." Qiu Chan bit his lip and said.

"Ye Zi's revenge has not been avenged yet, I believe he will not die like this." Lu Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, and painful memories came to her mind.

Two thousand miles away from Mosleke City, the mountains are rolling, and the roars of wild beasts break the silence of the night. The lush branches and leaves cast large patches of projections, and the wild beasts are dormant in the projections. In the dark night, pairs of cold eyes patiently wait for prey to come.

Suddenly, all the creatures on this mountain were trembling and crawling on the ground, weak and afraid to make a sound. A golden mecha, with orange flames erupting from its feet, slowly landed on the hillside. With a wave of a ten-meter-long sword, the giant trees within a radius of five miles fell silently.

The terrifying energy surged, and the beasts felt the danger coming and hid even lower.

On the giant tree opposite the golden armor, stood a man with an upright figure and handsome appearance. His age could not be seen. His slightly curled golden hair covered his eyebrows, but could not cover the contemptuous domineering look of the superior in his eyes.

"Do you still want to fight in close combat? Can your consciousness control the mecha for so long?" Jörmungand asked lightly.

In close combat, without using all his strength, his life limit would not be affected. If he fought desperately, his life span would definitely not exceed five years, and whether he could defeat the golden armor or not, it would be greatly shortened. If the battle drags on for dozens of days, he himself is not sure how long he can live, and he might die in the next second.

"If you have the opportunity to fight against the 40-year-old polluted person, why not fight in close combat?" Tang Ruyi said in a high-pitched voice with a hint of excitement: "The longer I fight with you, the stronger my consciousness will become. In the future, I will be able to control the mecha for a longer time, and my combat power will naturally explode."

After that, Tang Ruyi took the initiative to attack Jörmungandr again.

In the seed area, there is a spacious four-lane road next to the square square.

Two meters above the vertical four-lane road, the space is shaking violently, as if something is hitting there violently. Every time it hits, a transparent crack appears.

Every time a transparent crack appears, dense and irregular black lines will extend around it, each time longer than the last.

Once, again, after countless times, the transparent crack was suddenly stretched open to a gap only as thick as a finger, and the black lines jumped straight, as if entangled with the crack, preventing it from healing automatically.

The street lights around were flickering non-stop, and a cold wind blew. A pool of water appeared on the ground, and the water was emitting gray-white vapor and spreading around. When it hit the green trees and grass, it made a "puff" sound, and then instantly withered and turned yellow...

"Hiss, hiss..." A strange sound came from the crack.