Full-time Creation Master

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The barrage of bullets rained down like a storm, causing the entire Hummer to tremble violently.

The ear-piercing sound of metal twisting, the hissing sound of bullets piercing armor, mixed with the deafening roar of bullet explosions, echoed wildly in the carriage.

"quick!

Raise the steel plate!

Activate the energy shield!

The man in the back seat of the lead car suddenly lunged forward, gripping the driver's seat back tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned white.

He roared and pounded his fists on the driver's shoulder.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of cold sweat streamed down his cheeks, instantly soaking his collar.

The driver was startled by the camera, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his face ashen.

The vehicle wobbled and charged through the barrage of bullets, its tires already blown out, only able to rub against the ground with its rims, sparks flying everywhere.

"It's open!"

The shield is down!

The steel plate has been raised!

The passenger in the front seat roared as he pressed a button on the control panel.

Thick, modified protective steel plates instantly rose above the vehicle, blocking the barrage of bullets overhead.

But as soon as the steel plate was raised, it was hit by a barrage of explosives, which made a loud thud and caused visible dents.

"Energy shield activated! It won't last much longer!"

Another panicked voice rang out, and a pale blue energy barrier lit up around the vehicle, but it kept flickering under the continuous impact of the projectiles, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer.

Because of the Kree fleet, the technological weapons were used and their practicality earned them "alien certification".

In addition, Chu Ming also intends to improve the self-arming and combat capabilities of the grassroots level in China.

"Counterattack! Counterattack now!"

The man finally loosened his grip on the driver's seat and turned to roar at the mages in the carriage.

Fire Mage!

Set it on fire, then use a fire wall to block the flames!

Wind magic! Detonate the wind blades ahead of time to tear through their barrage!

"Drive them back! Just create an opening and we can break through! Don't let them latch onto us!"

Several mages turned pale, their hands trembling as they condensed starlight.

However, the violent shaking of the carriage disrupted their spellcasting rhythm, and most of the starlight scattered as soon as it gathered.

"Driver! You fucking drive faster! Faster!"

The man turned and roared at the driver, his voice becoming shrill due to excessive tension.

"Press the gas pedal all the way down!"

Give it your all!

"Charge through and you'll find a way to survive!"

The driver gritted his teeth and pressed the accelerator pedal down hard.

The engine roared under the strain, but the vehicle could barely maintain its charging posture, enduring the bombardment of explosives every second.

"Left! There's a gap on the left! Charge to the left!"

"The shield is about to break!"

"Who can fill in the gaps?"

"I don't have enough mana! I can't hold on any longer!"

Thump thump—thump thump—

Thump thump— thump thump—

Crackling sounds!

The sounds of collisions, explosions, and shattering metal mingled together, nearly rupturing the eardrums of those inside the carriage.

But no one noticed that this suffocating chaos had actually lasted less than a minute.

The distance is rapidly closing – from the initial 2.2 kilometers, it has been compressed to 0.9 kilometers.

Even more critically, the location was crucial: the Soul Eater patrol was positioned at the 10 o'clock position, in the direction the convoy was fleeing.

The straight-line distance between the two points is exactly 0.9 kilometers, forming an isosceles right triangle with a hypotenuse of 0.9 kilometers, which effectively blocks half of the convoy's escape route in front of them.

"Move to the left! Turn all the side alloy plates over!"

The leader of the lead vehicle roared as he gave instructions.

The people in the carriage were frantically turning the mechanical levers.

The modified alloy plates that were originally distributed on both sides of the vehicle body were now creaking and converging towards the left side.

The pale blue energy shield, which had just recovered from the overload and had only recently risen, flickered twice under the continuous bombardment of the explosives.

With a "pop" sound.

It vanished completely, leaving not even a ripple.

The group instantly shrank behind the multi-layered steel plates on the left—their last resort.

Several layers of alloy plates are stacked, with a total thickness of 40 centimeters.

The bombs struck it, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Sparks flew everywhere, but they managed to stop the vast majority of fatal attacks.

However, this came at a cost: the vehicle's weight distribution became completely unbalanced.

With the continued impact of the bombs, the three Humvees could no longer maintain a straight charge and lurched forward in a wobbly manner, like drunken strongmen who could overturn at any moment.

"Don't just hide!"

Counterattack!

"Every second counts!"

The boss's roar pierced through the noise.

Occasionally, someone would risk being blown out of the head by peeking half their body out from the gap in the steel plate and throwing out the magic they were holding, only to have it scattered before it could even get close to the Soul Eater.

Even the high-level fire-type skills of Boss Che, such as Heavenly Flame Funeral and Hellfire, were directly targeted by the bomb halfway through the battle.

And the ghouls summoned by the undead died even faster!

Some martial artists trembled with fear, while others gritted their teeth and activated their blood vessels, unleashing rare serum-related skills.

Several faint blades of energy were unleashed, and fireballs bounced off, but they couldn't even touch the Soul Devourer's armor.

Several martial artists, who appeared to be extremely poor, desperately pulled out old guns and cannons from the past.

But these weapons, once deadly weapons, only made a "clanging" sound when they hit the Soul Eater's thick alloy armor.

Not only did it not penetrate the armor, it didn't even scratch the paint off the armor.

A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed the carriage like a tidal wave, accompanied by heavy breathing and the muffled thuds of steel plates being pounded; despair permeated every inch of the space.

.......

"A stubborn resistance! They're courting death!"

The Soul Eater captain's voice, carrying a cold, mechanical quality, pierced through the roar of the bombs and clearly reached the convoy.

Just then, a crimson fist shadow broke through the barrage of bullets.

It was the Fierce Fist - Nine Dragons unleashed by the caravan mage with all his might.

A fish that slipped through the net.

The fist, imbued with fighting spirit, slammed fiercely towards the captain.

The captain, however, didn't seem to care and simply raised his arm casually.

A light blue energy shield instantly appeared in his palm. The fist struck the shield, but it didn't even cause a ripple. It immediately disintegrated into a sky full of sparks.

Armor made of Starry Sky 5-elemental alloy is basically immune to low-level magic and can reduce the power of mid-level magic by 70%.

The remaining thirty are a piece of cake.

"snort."

A cold snort came from under the helmet. The captain's eyes were full of disdain as he turned to the squad and ordered, "Prepare atomic grenades!"

Click—click—click—

The synchronized mechanical sounds instantly drowned out some of the explosions.

Ten steel warriors moved in unison: their armored compartments automatically popped open, their arms extended precisely, and they steadily picked up one silver-gray atomic grenade after another.

The safety pin was quickly pulled off by the mechanical structure, and a faint red warning light immediately appeared on the surface of the grenade.

The entire preparation process took no more than two seconds, and was swift and efficient without the slightest delay.

"leave!"

The captain's instructions were brief and authoritative, devoid of any emotion.

With all ten long arms exerting force simultaneously, they hurled the atomic grenades in their hands.

The grenades traced ten straight and precise parabolas in the air, like ten shooting stars locked onto their targets, flying directly toward the convoy that was swerving and fleeing.

The throwing distance of nearly a kilometer is nothing to these steel warriors equipped with enhanced power modules and precise positioning systems.

"No problem."

A faint mechanical voice came from the communicator of a steel warrior.

The ten figures remained firmly in place, the barrage of bullets from the grenades never ceasing, relentlessly suppressing the convoy, waiting for the moment the grenades would explode.

Meanwhile, someone in the convoy finally saw the dark shadow flying through the air—a grenade supposedly equivalent to a ton of explosives?!

A heart-wrenching scream erupted: "It's a bomb! Get out of the way—!"