Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

After all, King Arthur himself has a configuration of strengthening and releasing. To be honest, close combat is his strong point.

Even though Zhang Yi had Zhou Ke'er's reinforcement, his physical body was still no match for the person in front of him.

However, just because he couldn't react, it didn't mean his armor couldn't react either!

The offensive module of the Demon God Armor equipped with an intelligent system may not be suitable for combat with aliens, so Zhang Yi rarely uses it.

However, the defense module is very useful when facing this kind of physical attack!

Because all it has to do is block all attacks directed towards the user!

Human-machine hosting, doing this kind of thing is so easy.

The red energy module once again burst out with astonishing power, and his arms were as red as red-hot iron.

Facing King Arthur's attack, which was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye, the armor itself controlled the magic sword and launched a defense at the speed of light!

The pitch-black swords formed a dense net in front of Zhang Yi!

All kinds of slashing, hacking, straight stabbing and diagonal sweeping were perfectly blocked by it!

Not only that, thousands of collisions were completed in an instant. King Arthur had been using the strength of his own body to collide with the overloaded state of the demon armor!

It's like an angry bull, when it wants to hit someone, it finds that the person is driving a tractor, and ends up crashing into the front of the tractor!

The moment the attack is launched, it is impossible to stop.

Countless collisions occurred in an instant, and the recoil force caused tiny cracks inside the demon's body.

But the Demon God's body can be repaired again, so Zhang Yi doesn't feel bad!

King Arthur did not have such treatment.

With the ultra-high frequency collisions thousands of times per second, his palms slowly cracked, and a large amount of blood flowed out from his knuckles, splattering everywhere!

The scene was bloody and looked extremely shocking.

When he finished his moves and was using the force to fly away, he looked at his right hand again, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

Because the sword in his hand was gone, only the hilt was left, and the sword body was completely shattered!

The palm of his hand cracked, the combat uniform was shattered, and blood dripped along the broken hilt into the sea, creating ripples.

Zhang Yi twisted his arms twice. When the defense mechanism was activated, his body was somewhat out of control and he needed to stretch his muscles.

King Arthur suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi.

"Which high-ranking demon god of the mechanical race was this armor of yours forged from?"

"I've killed high-ranking demon gods before, but they're not as perverted as this armor of yours!"

His eyes were full of suspicion.

It's not his fault.

After all, in his prime, Yitugal's pure power index alone was undoubtedly over 40000 points. The materials used to craft his armor were the very essence of mechanical civilization, unmatched by any other High-ranking demon god.

Even when Zhang Yi wanted to kill him, he took advantage of the rules and restrictions of Tianyu Palace. In the end, it was Yitugal's own power that rebounded and killed his soul and flesh, but did not destroy his indestructible armor.

"Science and technology are the primary combat power."

Zhang Yi said with a smile, avoiding the topic.

He raised a finger and said to King Arthur, "Now, you have one more chance. The last chance!"

"But," he looked down at the broken sword in King Arthur's hand, "your sword is gone. Without it, the King of Knights, what will you use to fight me?"

King Arthur said, "No, my sword is still there?"

Zhang Yi looked at it and asked, "Where is your sword?"

King Arthur dropped the hilt of his sword and placed his right hand on his heart. "There is no sword in my hand, but there is a sword in my heart!"

Zhang Yi smiled: "Then can you let me see the sword in your heart?"

King Arthur nodded and said, "Okay."

The sword was merely a form, a sword passed down through the centuries by the Levent family, a mere symbol of kingship. Its material was incomparable to today's adamantium.