I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

Dr. Batu was like a spider, using black wind to weave a dense web on the street, compressing the man's movement space and making his range of movement smaller and smaller.

At the same time, in the fierce battle just now, the man's body was covered with cuts and three of his fingers were cut off.

"what!"

The man who relied on jet propulsion let out a scream. His clothes suddenly tore open, a red line appeared on his right chest, and blood spurted out.

"I've already removed one of your lungs. My advice is that you stop struggling and wait for death in peace, then be reborn."

Dr. Batu stood on a suspended black wind and looked at the brown-haired man indifferently.

That feeling... was like contempt from a super-dimensional being.

Drops of blood floated in mid-air, revealing traces of Black Wind. The man pulled out a dagger and removed the thread Black Wind had cut into his body.

The blade cut along the lines, making a harsh cackle.

"You're dreaming! I'd rather be devoured than become a lackey of the living or dead!"

The man responded quite forcefully: "Come on, devour me!"

His face twisted in pain. He stamped his foot on the ground, and a raging fire burst out from the ground, covering the entire block.

"Stubborn!"

Dr. Batu snorted coldly, pulled away the black wind wrapped around his body, and jumped onto the roofs of the buildings on both sides, avoiding the raging sea of ​​fire.

For Dr. Batu, repairing corpses also requires energy consumption.

The more broken the enemy is, the more repairs are needed, which is obviously not in the interest of logic in the code.

The twelfth-level mutant still has a certain appeal to Dr. Batu.

Except for snipers, of course.

At this time, the man was half-kneeling on the ground. Because a large amount of acetylene was produced, his vision went black.

"Run! I'm no match for him!"

He shouted to the remaining members of the shelter who were still alive and hiding in a nearby building.

Those members who originally wanted to ambush Dr. Batu fled in panic.

"I thought you would be alone, even though you would be unconscious, but I will organize you into a team."

Dr. Batu waved the black wind in his hand, and tough lines grew out of thin air, like ubiquitous mold, entangling all the nearby members.

"How can we do it without the others?"

The lines in Dr. Batu's hand began to condense, and with a flash of black light, a steel-gray sword body condensed.

The sword body is extremely abstract.

It looks like it was cut out of black paper splashed with ink.

It looks like a toy that was torn off by an autistic child.

But in fact, anyone who takes a look at it will tremble in the depths of their soul.

"hateful!"

The man glanced at his companions lying on the ground, knowing that it was hopeless, and ran deep into the upper shelter, spraying compressed acetylene.

Dr. Batu followed closely behind.

"Don't think it's that easy to catch up!"

A tall armored vehicle stood up awkwardly from the side alley, trying to block Dr. Batu.

"If you don't understand, don't change the model. The more you change, the more failure you will suffer."

Dr. Batu glanced at the armor and seemed to sigh.

This armor looks very familiar. It is part of the technology exchanged between humans and starships in the old days.

The modified model now looks neither fish nor fowl.

This is because humans think they are capable without digesting the relevant knowledge well.

It's like giving a computer to a gorilla; sooner or later it's bound to break.

Dr. Batu shoots black wind.

Several lines were wrapped around the armored body, cutting deep into it.

There was a sharp sound of metallic twisting, and the mechanical muscles in the body reached their limit, trying to break free from the lines on the body.

Dr. Batu glanced deep into the upper level of the shelter and could no longer see the brown man.