In the field of vision, the attacking figures gradually enlarged, and they were about to rush together.
Since the wearable robotic arm was completely unsuitable for attacking with a flexible weapon like a cane, Ed didn't take out the White Crow Cane at all, and the dragoon armor was not equipped with a melee weapon for him to use.
But now it was too late to take off the dragoon armor. In desperation, he had no choice but to overturn the wooden container on the side and throw it towards the cloaked man.
Snapped! Several beams of arc flashed, and the wooden container was smashed into pieces by an oncoming punch, and then dispersed in mid-air by the rushing figure.
Fortunately, this time the impact of the other party was suspended. Ed finally saw clearly that the man was wearing a brass finger tiger on his left hand, but his right hand was empty. It was obviously his dominant hand for throwing throwing axes.
What was exposed around the man's neck was a silver nameplate - it was said that this was a nameplate material unique to the captain level.
Ed took advantage of the situation, lowered his head and waved his right hand, and threw out a swinging fist, but was dodged by the opponent.
Although the dragoon armor provides extremely strong protection and strength increase, the movements after wearing the armor are far less smooth than usual.
Ed himself had no experience in armored combat, and could only rely on some conditioned reflex-like intuition provided by Catalina's character card to confront the opponent in a flawless manner.
Taking advantage of the opponent's opportunity to dodge backwards, he raised his left hand high and unscrewed the lead pipe of the steam pipe above his head, barely using it as a stick.
The man lowered his head to dodge the lead pipe's horizontal slash. Immediately, the captain punched Ed in the abdomen with his brass finger. The electric current caused by the electric current caused an overwhelming spasm in his internal organs, but fortunately it was only labor pain.
He violently waved his right mechanical arm to grab the cloaked man's throat. With the huge force of the mechanical arm, it was no problem to break the man's neck.
However, under the opponent's flexible dodge, Ed just managed to grab the cloaked man's shoulders. He instantly lifted the man into the air and smashed the lead pipe into the man's head.
However, another ax with flashing lightning suddenly struck Ed's right arm. The muscles in his arm suddenly twitched, and the man was able to take the opportunity to tear off his cloak and break free from the grip of the mechanical arm.
Fortunately, Dragoon armor is completely mechanical and has no circuit components. Although the lead pipe in Ed's left hand failed to hit the man's head, the end still hit the man's right knee, knocking him to the ground and rolling him several times.
This blow completely destroyed the mobility of this captain-level enemy. Ed stepped forward quickly, wanting to catch his opponent and kill him as soon as possible to prevent subsequent enemy soldiers from surrounding him again——
However, just as he stretched his hand towards the opponent's throat, he saw a winning smile on the enemy's face.
Oops!
Only then did Ed realize that the purpose of the opponent's series of actions was just to trick him into bending over and half-crouching, exposing his flaws.
I saw the man lying on his side pushing against the wall with his left foot, using the force to slide on the floor as nimbly and smoothly as a loach, barely able to escape the grasp of Ed's robotic arm——
What's even more fatal is that he actually managed to get behind Ed in this way.
The boiler on the back is the most vulnerable part of the dragoon's armor. Once the boiler is damaged or malfunctions, the dragoon armor will lose its power source and become a heavy giant metal plate armor, or in other words, a steel cage.
Anvil has demonstrated this situation many times, but what Ed didn't expect was that one day it would be his turn.
He turned around in a hurry and swung the lead pipe backwards, but it was too late. The man in the cloak had already clung to the boiler like a gecko, turning around with Ed.
"You are about to die, thief." A sinister sneer came from behind, and the man finally said his first words after the two met.
Almost at the same time as the sound, there was the violent collision of the ax hitting the boiler and the sound of metal breaking. A huge crack was opened in the high-pressure steam pipe, and rich steam suddenly spurted out, turning the narrow corridor into a sea of steam mist.
In the chaos, Ed finally grabbed the man's arm and threw him against the wall.
However, just when he wanted to throw the other person to the floor again and crush the man's throat with one foot, the heavy feeling of losing power swept over him.
A weight so heavy that it was almost breathless fell on Ed, as if a whole mountain was holding him down. Almost every subtle movement requires mobilizing the muscles of the whole body to resist this amazing weight.
Slow, heavy, weak. This feeling of powerlessness is multiplying like a flood at this moment. Ed knew that he might be too late to kill his opponent.
At this moment, Ed made an unexpected move——
He used his last strength to squat down, hugging his head and upper body tightly to protect his head and neck, and shrank completely.
…
There's so much blood...is it my blood?
Captain Anderson struggled to stand up in the thick steam, his eyes spinning. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the break in his right knee caused excruciating pain with every step he took.
Haha...it hurts so much.
Pain is good news. He had seen many people dying who felt no pain until they died.
He once saw a man with only half of his body left, complaining about how itchy his legs were before he died - of course, the missing half of his body was chopped off by himself.
He just sat there quietly, watching the prey swim in the blood as if dreaming, until it died. It was a... strange, but wonderful feeling, especially after a fierce battle. It was a great way to relax.
Be it your own or someone else’s. He just wanted to see more blood, that's all.
The dragoon armor in front of him was squatting and huddled on the ground. The people inside were motionless, like... ostriches.
Yes, ostrich. I have seen this kind of creature. Where did it come from?
He tried to find the answer to the question from the ringing in his ears and the spinning in front of his eyes, but he quickly gave up. All he remembered was that they were stupid giant birds that, when in danger, would bury their heads in the sand and pretend nothing happened.
But they can't cheat death after all.
