"There's a Mechanist. Quick, finish off this mecha!" Just like Feng Luo, as the number of Mechanists was too few, Seven Kills did not understand this well.
When seeing the T-750 carrying a machine gun, he only felt a little surprised. Through the Control Spider, he was prepared to let the Tyrant place its attack target on the battle machine which did not have a metallic outer shell.
Howl!
There was no need for his control.
After being hit and having its defense broken by the T-750's bullets like a tidal wave, and being unable to vent its attack, this Tyrant was frustrated beyond measure.
The moment the bullet chain of the machine gun in the T-750's hands was emptied, the Tyrant roared and put down its bloody and fleshy giant claws full of bullet holes, its greenish-gray eyes showing ruthlessness; as it was about to lunge at the T-750, about to rip it to pieces.
"Hm? What's going on?"
