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The sword-wielding mutant who had been resurrected for some unknown reason charged again and cut off the right arm of the last power armor.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, held the sword in both hands, and stabilized the chaotic breath in his body.

The arm of the power armor was extremely strong, especially the alloy skeleton wrapped in vanadium dioxide.

Although he managed to cut it off with the momentum of the attack, his arms were still numb and trembling slightly.

The cable in the power armor's wound emitted crackling sparks. The host immediately cut off the connection between the cable and the high-energy battery, and adjusted the balance and center of gravity to restore the power armor's balance.

With a sizzling sound of mechanical muscles charging, T-65's right arm, holding a dagger, stabbed straight at the sword-wielding mutant.

The powerful force made the stab as fast as lightning.

The man holding the sword stared straight at the tip of the sword, his eyes as calm as a lake, without a trace of fluctuation.

This thorn is simply unavoidable in the eyes of others.

However, the sword-wielding man's powerful supernatural attributes made his reflex speed far exceed that of other tenth-level supernatural users.

In his eyes, this stab, although swift, was too rigid and lacked variation.

He swung the sword in his hand, drawing an arc in the air, as if swinging an iron rod, from bottom to top, hitting the dagger.

"when!"

There was a sharp metallic clang, as if someone were hitting rebar with a sledgehammer.

The dagger was knocked off course by the sword-wielding man's brute force, and passed straight through his head, cutting off several strands of his hair.

"this..."

The Almighty God soldiers who were still fighting looked at him in amazement.

The swordsman's previous strike had been devoid of skill, relying solely on brute force. Anyone could pull it off. But to be able to deflect the power armor with just that one strike was terrifyingly powerful!

You know, when it comes to technology, the Church of Almighty God can proudly say that every one of you here is garbage.

This is the foundation of the Church of Almighty God, so their power armor is also the best in this famine-stricken world.

It can even fight against eleventh-level power-type mutants.

But no one expected that the man with the sword was so ferocious and reckless!

They looked at the man with the sword as if he were a beast in human form.

The next moment, he bent down and his body shrank instantly, sticking into the power armor.

Activate the supernatural power again: boiling blood frenzy!

The blood in his body began to heat up, squeezing the sword-wielding man's potential and making him burst out with even more powerful strength.

He narrowed his eyes, and the fascia and muscles throughout his body were tensed like the limbs of a longbow, containing great power.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand stabbed straight forward like a silver streak.

The boiling blood frenzy allowed him to burst out with the most powerful strength in the narrow space.

Before the sword hit the target, the driver of the power armor opposite him had a feeling that the sword would definitely pierce him.

"Boom!"

There was a dull thud, followed by a metallic tearing sound, like an oil drum being punctured.

The driver sitting in the cockpit felt the entire power armor vibrate violently, as if hit by a sledgehammer.

The lights in the cockpit suddenly went out, and his head slammed hard against the seat, causing a buzzing sound.

There was a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth. Because it was inconvenient to wear motion capture gloves, he wiped it with the back of his hand. It was wet, probably all blood.

His gums were bleeding from the shock.

There was a buzzing sound, and the power in the cockpit was turned back on.

As the light source reappeared, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly found that a sword tip had pierced through the canopy, reflecting brightly.

There wasn't even a crack on the tip of the sword; it was intact.

The power armor was now pierced by a sword, although only a small part.

But a hint of secret joy also rose in the pilot's heart. Now that the sword was stuck on the cockpit cover, it was his best chance to fight back.

The man with the sword looked at the long sword that was stuck in, and he knew that the driver of the power armor was still alive.

Ability: Energy Jet!

He chose to extract the energy stored in the cells throughout his body and gathered them on the blade of the ice crack sword in his hand.

The long sword began to flash with golden light, and it vibrated slightly, making a soft humming sound.

The next moment, golden light shot out from the sword.

Golden lightning flowed into the cockpit along the sword, destroying everything inside.

"boom!"

With a huge roar, the golden energy destroyed everything along the way, corroding the most vulnerable top of the cockpit, and finally penetrated the sighting system on the head of the power armor, gushing out and splashing into the air five or six meters.

The sword-wielding man snorted, "Rubbish!"

Then he pulled out the long sword that was stuck in the hatch and put it back into the scabbard.

Thick smoke billowed out from the gaps in the power armor, and the electronic equipment inside was ignited.

The morale of the soldiers in Shelter No. 1 was immediately boosted. They looked at the scrapped power armor with awe in their eyes.

If they rely on themselves, even with anti-power armor weapons such as rocket launchers, it will still take a lot of casualties to destroy the power armor.

If you are a little unlucky, it is not impossible to be completely wiped out by the power armor.

The sword-wielding man looked quite proud, and leisurely took out a metal wine jug from his arms. Inside was the old cellar from Shelter No. 36.

He unscrewed the lid and poured a mouthful into his mouth. A stream of heat flowed down his throat into his stomach, quickly replenishing the energy he had consumed.

"what……"

The man hissed and exhaled, his voice shaking the entire battlefield: "You bastards of the Church of Almighty God, lay down your weapons, raise your hands in surrender, and hand over the supplies you have harvested. This is your only way out!"

At this time, Bede's face was covered in dust. He hid behind the car and shouted, "Bullshit! You think you are so arrogant after destroying two power armors? Brothers, kill him!"

Bed was not a coward, so he was the first to lead the charge, leaping up and rushing out with a roar.

But then, an iron chain flew out from his modified prosthetic limb, like a terrifying iron python, making a sharp whistling sound and rushing towards the man.

The man was very calm. He stared at the whistling chain with a sneer on his face. He did not move aside until it was about to hit him.

The heavy chain barely brushed past his shoulder and hit the ground.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the chain hit the ground, leaving a deep mark and scattering stones and dust.

The man holding the sword narrowed his eyes, moved his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

With a swing of his arm, the long sword in his hand pierced through the ring in the iron chain, stabbed into the ground, and penetrated into the handle.

Beneath the soil is a road surface made of reinforced concrete from the old days.

Although it has been exposed to the sun and wind over time and eroded day after day, it is still quite strong.

The man simply relied on brute force to drive the sword in. The sword was like a nail, nailing the heavy chain to the ground.

Bede roared and tried to pull the chain up from the ground.

But the armor on its arms kept flashing with light, stretching the chain straight, but it still couldn't pull it up.

With a sharp light, a lightning knife suddenly appeared in the man's hands!

Progress and upward movement.

The sharp blade of the thunder knife squeezed the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and swept across Bed's body.

Bede's eyes suddenly widened.

He looked down at his chest in astonishment...

A line of blood appeared there.

The next moment, the blood line turned into a hideous wound.

The sharp lightning blade cut directly into the muscles, severing several of Bede's ribs and spine.

Under the shock of electric current, blood gushed out like a spring.

Bede roared in pain a few times, then fell to the ground. With the massive loss of blood, he slowly lost consciousness...

"Who else!"

The man holding the sword looked down upon the entire battlefield with pride.

That spirit is truly that of a god-like hero!

"No one can resist, right? Come, take all the supplies away!"

The voice just fell.

A gunshot shook the air, piercing the chaos of the battlefield...

"Bang~~~"