Duke Weilang's throat was dry and he didn't want to believe his eyes.
Chang Yu was also in a daze. After a long time, he pulled the corner of his mouth, and then broke Duke Weilang's neck without hesitation.
Even amidst the uproar, the sound of a person's neck bone being snapped by steel was still so clear and terrifying.
Saint-Yves threw down his cane and top hat, turned and fled without grace. Thick steam came out from the hem of Chang Yu's cloak, and his right leg, which was tightly fitted with steel and flesh, suddenly burst out with an astonishing astonishing jumping ability, knocking the embarrassed Saint Yves to the ground in an instant.
plop~
Duke Willand's body just fell to the ground, his godless eyes still looking in the direction of the Mississippi River.
Boom!
The entire Tower of Cupid shook unstoppably again.
Chang Yu's eyes widened, as if something had broken in his heart.
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In front of the gate of Cupid's high tower, there are ruins and wreckage everywhere, and smoke curls up.
A piece of cracked iron sheet fell to the ground with a clang.
The shape was jointly designed by Chang Yu and Li Yan, which can make nine triathlon balls run at the same time, and resist hundreds of steam guards without falling. , The red steam is like blood, leaking from the wound of the headless soldier.
It seemed that it wanted to stand up, but its knees were not upright. A heavy iron fist fell from the sky, crushing the headless soldier into the cracked ground. The parts burst and the red steam escaped everywhere.
The guards pushed away one after another, and it took a while before the fist, which was the size of an ordinary forklift, was lifted up.
The headless soldier was out of shape, the thick red steam spread everywhere, and the nine red triathlon balls went out one by one. Although the cumbersome and gorgeous spine was still intact, it had lost all its warmth and power.
The field of vision was elevated, and what crushed the headless soldier was a huge monster that was a quarter of the size of the Tower of Cupid. It was installed with four sets of crawlers at the front and rear, and six yellow arms were opened from the side. The arm has three two-jointed fingers. The chimneys on both shoulders are pierced by the moon-like black smoke column, and the loud noise of the steam hitting the boiler all demonstrate the terrifying destructive power of this steel monster.
Enfield's highest masterpiece, eight-core single soldier, giant Ymir!
For the police department to be able to convince Enfield so quickly. Chang Yu was not surprised to let them release the giant Ymir, who had just completed the combat experiment, to participate in the battle.
The complexity of technology is sometimes not directly proportional to its destructive power.
It took the giant Ymir five years from project approval to production, and the entire Enfield, including Chang Yu, devoted all their efforts to it. Most of the parts on the headless soldier were made by Chang Yu and Li Yan in a few days. In addition to the huge gap in size, material, etc., only a headless individual soldier with a nine-core level is crushed by an eight-core giant. There is actually no suspense.
Chang is a genius in steam machinery, but he is not a god. Even with the help of the Book of Creation, he still has too many difficulties that he cannot overcome.
The headless soldier he made has twenty-eight spines connected by triathlon balls, but only seven to nine can operate at the same time, and the others are spare parts under overload conditions.
However, according to the Book of Genesis, this top technology from the super ancient times can make nineteen to twenty-one triathlon balls run simultaneously, and the remaining seven are spare parts.
The current headless soldier obviously failed to exert the full power of this triathlon spine.
The triathlon can evaporate everything in the world. On the other hand, when certain substances are evaporated, the triathlon can burst out with stronger power.
As for what the headless soldier lacked, Chang Yu didn't know.
But Chang Yu knows one thing, his time for a solo show is running out.
"Rush in!"
Almost at the same time that the headless soldier was crushed, the Chief Inspector issued an order to attack.
Chang Yu ignored St. Yves' struggles, grabbed his collar, and dragged him to the stairs on the upper floor of the tower under the terrified, angry, and strange eyes of everyone at the scene. He beat Chang Yu's brass-wrapped gauntlet, but it was useless except for turning his hands red.
The crowd unconsciously made way for the cold, weird, and cruel Chang Yu in front of him. Robert hesitated for a long time, and finally called out when Chang Yu was about to pass him by.
"Often." Robert took a deep breath:"sorry."
Chang Yu didn't respond at all, the footsteps gradually faded away, and a series of self-destruct toys behind him followed the lonely figure of the owner step by step.
The biggest movement in the entire banquet hall was St. Yves' struggle and violent panting. Everyone else fell into a long silence.
In about a minute, heavily armed steam police officers broke into the door.
The Chief Inspector, dressed in a thick white soldier, inspected the corpses on the ground and the guests who were still in shock.
"Where's the murderer?!"
Dorothy looked in the direction of the stairs.
Several police officers rushed up the stairs, but before they turned the corner, they were thrown on them by a self-explosive toy, and the violent flame exploded again.
"Damn it!"
The Chief Inspector cursed angrily.
"Inspector, the situation is not right." The police officer looked serious: "The elevator device of the Tower of Eros has been tampered with, and the watchmen on the airship found a large number of suspicious abandoned oil tanks and cardboard boxes at the top of the Tower of Eros. Most likely an explosive."
"Impossible." The inspector categorically vetoed: "The transportation of high explosives throughout San Francisco has strict regulations. Even if Satan is reborn, it is impossible to transport a large amount of high explosives to the Come to the bustling square."
"Come on, Mr. Detective." A congressman who had just been rescued and had a bad temper accused: "Could it be that we were hijacked with a fruit knife for more than forty minutes?"
The Chief Inspector's face turned red and white for a while, but he didn't refute.
"It's entirely possible." Dorothy also had a pale face: "Chang told me just now that he wanted to take back everything he did for San Francisco over the years, and threatened to blow up the sea railway. He has every motive and ability to do this." .¡±
"That's wishful thinking!" The Chief Inspector stared angrily, "He's desperate!"
"You have nowhere to go."
Li Yan, who was stepping on the railway tracks on the bank of the Mississippi River, said to Cha Xiaodao with red eyes.
Zha Xiaodao responded with silence. He was panting violently, and there were white salt stains on his neck and back of his hands, which were left by the repeated evaporation of sweat by the flames, which also showed the intense exhaustion of his physical strength. But even so, the black tail of fire behind Zha Xiaodao was still surging. The golden light on his body is also dazzling.
"Once you use the seven swords and spears, it will be a life-and-death situation, and the tentacle-like disaster will be difficult to control."
Li Yan's half of his eyebrows disappeared without a trace, which was the result of a person who was not quite caught by the flames of the black glutton during the half-day chase and escape. The final injury on his body was the scar from the knife cut on his chest before, but after only half a day, the scab had fallen off, so there was nothing serious about it. It just left a hole in [Jack Chen's blue sweater], but it didn't affect the attribute.
The golden light around Zha Xiaodao's skin soared by more than an inch. The black fire tail swung behind him. The high temperature evaporated the river water under his feet into a hemispherical depression. The black flames gathered between Zha Xiaodao's hands, contracting and expanding like a heart. Curly steam rises from the top of his head into the air, condensing into a ferocious facial features with a wide mouth.
Food Rage!
Li Yan had a headache. He wanted to keep his hand, but the other party obviously didn't think so. Zha Xiaodao has already achieved the "Stance of Gluttony", but his situation is a bit special. His skills are completely different from those of ordinary gluttonous inheritors, but their power is comparable to that of any of the forty-six forbidden techniques that the ghost car self-destructs, which is enough for the current Li Yan made a deadly threat.
The black ball of fire swelled rapidly on the river bank. At the same time, a seemingly unremarkable colorless ripple rippled in all directions on Li Yan's body. Within the ripples, various magical, magnificent, and vicious aquatic aliens unfolded their bodies like a A magnificent picture of the seabed.
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