"Oh."
Jared nodded slightly in understanding, then turned and walked out. Caroline also did not say anything more, but continued to focus on the battle situation in front of her, as if she was not the slightest bit concerned about Jared's actions. Kelly gazed at Jared's back with some surprise, and subconsciously wanted to ask Caroline, but she finally controlled herself and didn't talk to Caroline. After all, that day's impulse had already made Kylie feel quite embarrassed. So she immediately turned around and devoted herself to the defense and assistance of the soldiers. In this kind of narrow and close battle, the strength of the magician can be said to be suppressed to the minimum, if there is no good use and understanding of magic, it is not enough just to have the self-awareness of being a wide-range turret.
It's raining.
Jared stepped out of the fortress, breathing in the scent of fresh earth and air, and looking with a smug smile at the tall steel structures not far away. They are heavily armed, silver-white armor can not see half a raindrop, from the dirt under their feet, it seems that these mechs have been transported out of the underground through a special channel since the beginning of the war, and let those soldiers who are completely baffled by the situation to serve as cannon fodder and bait at the same time to carry out the control of the ... I have to say that it is indeed a pretty good plan. I have to say, it is really quite a good plan.
Jared swings it around and to the side.
Black scythes appeared behind him, like the winged fangs of a great beast, waiting to tear apart everything in front of him.
The structure of the light around him was a little disorganized due to the raindrops, which was not a good thing. After all, rain is transparent and can magnify or minimize any light value. Under such circumstances, it's not easy to accurately perceive everything.
Jared extends his right hand, looks at it, exhales, then withdraws it.
About one hundred and thirty machine-constructed .
Alone.
Jared felt like he was back in the beginning, the days when he was alone against his pursuers, facing the fury of heavy machine guns, missiles from helicopter gunships and light tanks. All this just to cover the escape, the withdrawal, the dispersion of his companions. Humans think that having more power is the same as having leverage, but why don't they think about whether or not they're willing to make a deal? Why don't they just sit down and talk calmly, instead of going to such extremes to force themselves to comply with their demands?
Swords and guns are better than everything?
Jared took back the memories that had flown far enough to bring himself back to the reality that was before him.
Brain modification, light manipulation.
It was impossible to cope with the situation with just these two abilities, but fortunately Jared's abilities were not limited to just two. Though it is a truth that it is better to have more than one, the tactic of manpower has also been passed down in the multiverse to this day. Truths are not right or wrong, they are like the pillars in the ruins of the Temple of Athena, standing there, each representing and supporting the fate of the world.
But it's not like Jared's ability to get into the double-digit category much.
Just use them.
He made up his mind.
The Commander of the Steel Construct had obviously noticed the figure strolling out of the fortress, and had thought that the other man had been stunned, which had made him a little smug. But when Jared summoned his Rune Armor the next instant instead of running back, uncontrollable rage took over and made the commander furious.
He thought he could stand up to so many steel-armed mechs on his own?
"Attack! Rip him to shreds!!!"
With the commander's roar, his mech suddenly sank downward.
It also seems a little too efficient.
Before he had time to look up, the incomparable, omnipresent and untouchable great power had already pulled him and his expensive, gorgeous and beautiful but powerful armored machine like the claws of a giant beast. In the eyes of others, this everywhere embodies the mechanical beauty of the steel creature seems to be an invisible hand from the top and bottom of the dead pressure, and then easily like stepping on a cardboard box in general, together with the driver inside from the cube into a flat body, perhaps from the ruins of the wreckage of the middle of the flow of a wisp of fresh blood can also show that there was once so much traces of life in this.
But it was soon washed away by the pouring rain.
The mechs roared, but almost simultaneously backed away. Attack? What attack? Where did it come from? How did it happen?
Jared's figure appeared almost simultaneously in front of the other construct that didn't have the time to dodge or was still trying to think of the question. The huge steel claws came down and bounced off as the black scythe blocked them, the impact caused the body of the construct to flop back slightly, and then Jared appeared at its head, thrusting the scythe into the most fragile part of the construct and sliding it upwards until it met a harder part, but this already reduced the attack power of the construct's armament quite significantly, causing it to spin in a circle and fall to the ground like a maddened ball. It spun around like a mad ball and fell to the ground. At this moment, Jared's figure shifted violently, and a ray of light mixed with heat, thermal energy, and something else broke through his image, hardening and drying the originally wet and sticky ground.
"Attention, turn on the sensors! The enemy specializes in camouflage!"
The roaring corps of mechs had finally begun to move in an orderly fashion, and they had now set their sights squarely on the Jared in front of them. The strange arm-modified constructs were radiating hot rays at the back, shooting at the almost indistinct figure in the rain, while the less strange ones were rushing towards the fortress itself. The idea was to at least contain the teenager and his companions, if not face him - it had to be said that these people had never heard of a siege, but there were ways and means of doing so.
Instead of coming to his aid, Jared was retreating further and further, as if he were afraid to be out of his way.
The black scythe once again sliced into the body of an unlucky device, its manipulator along with the control system for everything and then withdrew without hesitation, and then Jared finally stopped after a pile of rags, and looked at those who had already approached the steel fortress, and has always been ready to surround the device inside and outside of the net, and stretched out his right hand and pointed slightly.
The wind freezes in a moment.
No matter whether the first thing those poor bastards felt was the cold that could really freeze away their hearts or the suffocating feeling of being sucked out by the cold air in an instant, in any case, their lives would not be worth less than they are right now-especially when the environment they were in changed to a temperature close to minus two hundred and seventy-three degrees in an instant. The ubiquitous, irresistible, and undefendable cold ate away at their bodies and souls in an instant, and stopped the steel creatures that had been so proud of them in their tracks. After all, it wasn't a spaceship capable of ramming through outer space.
The pressure burst from the massive environmental change created an explosion no more harmful than a small earthquake and disappeared quickly, but nothing in its path was immune to this irresistible death sentence.
In a matter of moments, fifty of these machines were reduced to scrap metal.
Of course, this is just the beginning.
Caroline held her umbrella lightly and watched Jared as he stretched and walked into the fortress.
(Is it over?)
"What about you guys?"
(Just finished the fight ...)
"Very good."
Jared was quick to give the order.
"Let Yuri bring those mountain bandits over quickly, pick up the weapons and equipment and then we will withdraw, otherwise wait for a while, who knows what else will come ... Don't forget to bring Kura."
"Yes! My lord!"
Mailer stood at attention and gave Jared a quick salute, and then he quickly sent someone to inform Yuri and the poorly equipped Gifted Warriors who were still watching and waiting on the hill.
"Daddy, Mommy."
Gina, who had recovered her Seppelas, came over to me, her face looking a little strange.
"I've noticed something strange ..."
She reported in a puzzled tone, as if she'd discovered something strange.
(What's going on?)
"These Constructed Weapons ..."
Gina reached out and took the longsword that was no longer flickering from one of the dead soldiers, and though she didn't see what she did, it seemed that because of it, Gina's face turned even stranger.
"I can't change them."
"Unchangeable?"
Jared was also slightly stunned .
Gina's ability is singular but extremely powerful, she can change the structure of all inanimate objects at will and transform them back into new shapes. But now that she's faced with an ordinary sword with no owner, she says she can't change it?
"Yes, I can't change it, even the constructed mechs, my powers don't react to them ..."
(Can you find out its energy composition?)
"I'm sorry, Mom. I can't feel it, it doesn't seem to be electrical, or powered by anything we know of ..."
Gina played with the constructed sword in her hand curiously, but couldn't feel anything at all.
(Are these weapons ... alive?)
Caroline herself thought her proposal was preposterous, but Jared frowned, as if pondering something.
"Report, my lord!"
By now, Mailer, who had cleaned up the battlefield, had returned to him.
"Battlefield cleaned up. Thirty constructs captured, please advise!"
"Yuri and the others aren't here yet, are they?"
Jared asked without thinking, and Mailer froze for a moment before answering.
"Yes, they're on their way."
"Very good."
Jared waved his hand absentmindedly .
"Kill all the prisoners and tell them that we were met with a desperate resistance that did not leave a single one alive."