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The crisp sounds of metal colliding mingled together.
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Shinkuro Isaka was forced to raise his arm, which was covered by a hard shell, to block.
His strong body, capable of withstanding conventional artillery fire, actually sparked dazzling sparks when cut by the two seemingly insignificant short swords in the hands of the deceased.
Deep, bone-revealing wounds grotesquely split open on his body.
A dark purple liquid of energy seeped slightly from the wound, emanating an ominous aura.
The intense pain stimulated his nerves.
"Damn mechanical doll!"
Shinkuro Isaka was utterly enraged by this sense of powerlessness and humiliation.
He let out a deafening roar.
The energy within his body erupted without reservation, attempting to unleash a violent hurricane to blow away this persistent melee unit, giving himself a chance to catch his breath and launch a counterattack.
Wind elements began to gather violently around him, and the air groaned under the strain.
But as the commander of the battlefield, Kamen Rider Metsubou would not let him have his way.
Her cold, electronic eyes had already discerned every intention of Isaka Shinkuro, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Just a moment before the gale was about to gather and unleash its destructive power.
Mie's figure appeared silently behind Isaka Shinkuro as if by teleportation, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The scorpion tail behind her, with its lifelike texture, always hung low like a lurking venomous snake.
At this moment, it finally stood up and revealed its most deadly fangs, which gleamed with a dark purple light.
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Pfft——!
A soft, teeth-grinding sound.
The scorpion's stinger, coated with a special neurotoxin, pierced Isaka Shinkuro's heart with deadly precision without any resistance.
"Ugh!"
Isaka Shinkuro let out a short, painful groan.
His body stiffened abruptly.
A cold and domineering purple energy toxin, like a maggot clinging to his bone, surged wildly into his body along the scorpion's stinger, beginning to savagely erode his energy core and damage his bodily functions.
He felt his strength rapidly draining away.
The weather control that was originally so effortless suddenly froze and broke down for a fatal moment.
He couldn't even maintain the escalating gale around his body.
The venomous attack was precise and deadly.
The high-speed slashes continued to create new wounds on his body.
Xun's air firepower completely blocked any possibility of him using weather forces to fight back or escape.
This trinity of encirclement tactics, brimming with cutting-edge technology and chilling killing intent, is like a vast net woven from data.
It restricts and hinders Isaka Shinkuro's proud "power of natural disaster" layer by layer, preventing him from fully unleashing its full potential.
He was like a great magician who possessed ancient forbidden magic, but was cornered by three special forces soldiers who were armed with the most advanced modern weapons and worked in perfect harmony.
Every attempt at resistance is crushed by cold calculations and more efficient technological means.
After a fierce and brutal battle, Isaka Shinkuro was covered in blood, his energy fluctuations were violent, and he was already at his last gasp.
He knew in his heart that if he did not escape decisively, he would probably really perish at the hands of these three cold and ruthless mechanical puppets.
It will become yet another cold name on their glorious record.
A strong sense of resentment and extreme ruthlessness flashed in his bloodshot eyes.
He suddenly unleashed almost all the remaining strength in his body in a desperate, all-or-nothing manner.
boom!
A tornado, far larger than any before, suddenly formed around him and swept violently outwards.
The tables, chairs, instruments, and other items in the clinic were easily torn apart and rolled into the air like pieces of paper in the face of this force.
The tornado created immense chaos and visual obstruction, providing perfect cover for his escape.
His own body, under the pull of that force, rapidly decomposed and dissipated, transforming into an invisible, blinding gale.
He planned to use the tornado as cover to escape this desperate battlefield at high speed through the shattered windows.
Wind is formless and invisible, yet it penetrates everywhere.
This was his most confident way of saving his life.
He believed that these mechanical creations would never be able to capture him when he transformed into the wind.
However, he was ultimately too naive.
He underestimated the power of technology, and even more so, he underestimated a certain entity that had been observing from the sidelines.
Chapter 64 Radiant Assault! The Judgment of the Locusts! The Locust Plague Descends, Absolute Annihilation
"Want to go?"
The sound of the wind is roaring.
The raging wind that Isaka Shinkuro transformed into carried his last hope, as it tried to tear through the air and escape this land of despair.
Just as he was about to touch freedom.
A voice, icy and chilling, seemed to come from the depths of the deepest hell, and rang clearly in his ears.
No, it's not just in your ears.
That sound seemed to permeate every wisp of wind he had transformed into, resonating at the very foundation of his existence.
"Have you asked me?"
The sound was calm.
Yet it carries with it an unquestionable, absolute will.
Isaka Shinkuro's heart sank suddenly.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his heart tightly, almost suffocating him.
An unprecedented sense of fear, purer and more despairing than death itself, instantly engulfed him.
This fear was enough to freeze even his proud will, and make his soul tremble.
With difficulty, almost instinctively, he tried to reverse the flow of the "wind" and turn back.
As far as the eye could see, there was that man.
The man who stood quietly to the side from beginning to end, like a detached spectator, coldly observing everything—Su Chen.
He finally moved.
It wasn't a particularly swift action.
He simply raised his right hand slowly.
That hand, fair and slender, now seemed to hold the power of life and death.
In his palm, a brand new object quietly emerged.
That was an upgrade key.
It has a cold, metallic feel.
An ominous, chilling red light flowed over it.
Its design is far more complex and ferocious than the "Shining Locust" key that Su Chen used before.
Every angle, every line, is filled with extreme impact, as if it were born for destruction.
Almost simultaneously with the appearance of the key.
"210!" "Whoosh!"
A soft, materialized sound.
The official "Zero-One Driver" had already appeared on Su Chen's waist, radiating a calm, silvery-gray luster.
He did not insert the key immediately.
His left hand was also raised.
A device shaped like a pistol grip, entirely black, and also full of military style, appeared in his hand.
"Assault Grip".
He aimed the device at the brand-new key that emitted an ominous red glow.
"Click."
A crisp, metallic sound, full of the feel of mechanical meshing.
The assault grip snapped precisely onto the key, the two fitting together perfectly as if they were one.
AssaultGrip!
A cold, emotionless, mechanical synthesized voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the deathly silent clinic.
Each syllable was like a heavy hammer, striking Isaka Shinkuro's heart.
Su Chen's movements did not stop at all.
He aimed the assembled key, which shone with a red and gold interplay of light, at the driver at his waist.
That posture was calm and unhurried.
It was as if what was about to happen was not a battle to decide life or death, but a judgment of ants that had been predetermined.