Terry said at that time: "Most combat robots can only act according to the set procedures, not because of the brain's computing power problem, but because before the Fenglincheng explosion, the robot's body was stuck.

At a certain bottleneck, their movements cannot keep up with the commands of the brain, and will eventually lose balance and even destroy themselves. As combat robots, it is not as easy as the simplest robots that can only shoot at the target.

After the Big Bang, many people thought they shouldn't have studied and built more powerful robots at all...the current technology may be worse than decades ago."

But the robot in front of him, at least so far, has no worse reaction speed than him, but the technical problems Terry mentioned have probably not been completely solved - its upper body movements are always a little faster than the lower half.

Perhaps it is to ensure flexibility, its "skeleton" is not heavy and its strength is relatively not particularly strong... but it is still a little bigger than him.

And his speed and strength have reached the limit of his current body without magical assistance.

What this robot imitates is probably the limit that such a Britannian's body can reach?

Is could feel that this terrible robot was indeed "learning"... He saw his own shadow more and more in his moves, and he was also facing more and more "almost cut into pieces."

Crisis like two halves.

A little aggrieved, but there is also a different kind of excitement.

It’s not that he can’t end the battle faster. He hasn’t used his talent, hasn’t used Eternal Fire, hasn’t thrown the gadgets that Taisi gave him, and hasn’t even taken out his most advantageous weapon...

To hide identity-not just.

He regarded this as a kind of tempering. He hadn't experienced such a battle full of real dangers for a long time.

He always knew that his fighting skills were not particularly good. Scott had never taught him, and all his skills were learned from the memories of his ancestors he inherited.

Of course, his ancestors would not fight in human form like him...but they did face many excellent warriors, even falling under their swords.

He also knew that the manipulator behind the robot probably wanted to get more skills and more data from him, otherwise he would not just put a robot here without sending a lot of soldiers to block it

He has nowhere to escape.

The longer they fight, the more they gain.

So...it's time to end.

When he was thinking about how to give the opponent a last blow, the robot also removed his two damaged arms very simply, adjusted the two empty ones to the appropriate position, stretched out to both sides, and popped out his fingertips.

The claws were slightly raised, and the cold light shone.

Is wanted to pop out his claws and compare them with them, but he resisted this childish urge.

His short blades were as if they had been gnawed by Nana, but he still held them tightly in his palms, bent his knees, and walked up to him the moment the robot swung his sword and slashed.

The range of attacks of four hands is a little smaller than that of six hands. Iss crawled between the two arms on its left like a leopard jumping in the fire circle. He swung his right hand and a short knife straightened.

The ground pierced into the gap between one of its legs and its body, and in the short halt it turned around and grabbed the sharp claws that were scratching towards him, and pulled hard the moment the whole body fell from the crack on the floor.

, directly pulled the robot over and pulled its upper body to the next layer, but the lower half of the body with four legs was stuck at the edge of the crack.

Before it could break free from the predicament, Is turned over and bounced upwards, as if he was about to jump back to the upper layer. The robot was hanging upside down, but the single-edged sword in his hand still stabbed one after another. He avoided the first strike,

The second strike had already touched the muscles in his back heart and instantly fell. The cracked short knife stuck on the side of the single-edged sword without blades, and used all the strength of his body to press down diagonally.

The blade dragged a bright spark on the robot itself, cutting straight to the point where the upper and lower parts of its body were connected.

With a low muffled sound, a dazzling white light burst out in front of him. Is immediately leaned back and jumped like a rabbit when he landed on the ground, avoiding him from a distance.

He actually had already discovered the other party's vitals - whether it was the "brain" or the "heart", the place that was always operating quickly emitted higher heat than other places... and was also protected very well.

But he didn't expect this place to explode when it was destroyed!

After a loud bang, before the smoke had dissipated, he rushed back quickly. The robot had been completely blown into two pieces, and the fragments of sparks and black smoke were scattered all over the ground, and the floor had collapsed halfway.

Even the single-edged sword that was pierced in was distorted by the power of that moment... Fortunately, the single-edged sword in its other hand was not damaged.

Only then did Is cut the sword from the robot's hand with the fire of eternity, and looked over and over again happily.

He has been...he hasn't received such a simple, true "trophy" in the sense of the word.

Go back and ask the dwarf or elves to help add a sword hilt. After being fed to the Acton sword by him, he finally has a weapon that can be used even if he cannot use magic!

He walked away proudly, leaving the ground full of mess.

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Those who witnessed all this also had joy in their eyes.

"Look." said the low and dumb voice, "No. 13 is not his opponent."

There was a silence behind me - the enemy was so strong that their strongest robot could not deal with it. Is it something that is worth being happy about?

“No. 13…is not finished.”

Finally, a braver person spoke indignantly, "It can be faster and the movements can be more coordinated..."

The robot took countless efforts to do so... it shouldn't have been ruined. Even the pair of special single-edged swords in its hand might not have found enough materials to recast one.

"But its opponent didn't use all his strength either."

There is no anger in this voice, but it makes people dare not refute it.

"Don't target him anymore... there is no need for that." He said, "Some existences are unique... cannot be copied."

...You didn't say that before.

But no one dares to question this always changing order.

On the screen, the boy was stroking upwards, and he had to step forward with several steps. The smugness and briskness could almost overflow from the screen.

"Are you so happy?"

The person sitting in front of the screen murmured, his tone as loving as if the guy who was upset in his base was the junior he could not favor: "Then... I'll give you a little more reward."

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Is thinks his "luck" has improved.

Before, he ran up and down, and he glanced in every door he could open, and found the most soldiers' training room, lounge... etc., which led to the people chasing him.

More and more, the only one with some value, seemed to be a place to deal with various documents, and was also blown up by some "loyal and fearless" idiot himself.

He couldn't open many doors, and even if he could hammer the equipment that controlled the doors, most of them would only lock and not slide. Now, holding the invincible single-edged sword, he didn't have much effort to hold the invincible single-edged sword.

Can cut any door he wants to cut.

Then, just as he cut to the third one, he found the monitoring room - the extra guards outside the door, which made it difficult for him to not pay attention.

The soldiers behind the door were also on high alert, but they could not stop him for too long. When he rushed in, the countless screens were only half black.

When he pointed the single-edged sword at the soldiers responsible for monitoring, the first time someone did not pounce on him overestimate his ability to seek death, but raised his hands and retreated silently.

The person who had been sitting here and watching the surveillance knew better than the others how cruel this young man could be.

One person chose to retreat, and the others were meaninglessly brave and unconsciously vented. No one resisted, allowing Is to sweep his eyes across every screen faster, and he was secretly amazed in his heart - this place is indeed

Not only did he run up and down and see it in this part.

The number in the corner of the screen should represent the floor and the room, and what he ran through was just a small partition of this large base built in the belly of the mountain.

He saw more things in other districts. The research room protected by more soldiers, the warehouse full of various weapons, stood quietly a whole range of robot cabins that he had just solved just now.

A control room similar to a bridge...and a prison.

He saw Weitt. The bounty hunter sat cross-legged on the ground, looking calm, and even looked up at the monitor as he stared at the screen.

The young hunter has average ability and his intuition is quite keen. I wonder if it is because of the bloodline of a fishman...

He also found a passage to other areas - it was hidden behind a seemingly ordinary door, an ordinary, stuffed room.

The boy tsk a low tongue, turned around and ran out.

Regardless of whether it was bait or not, since he had seen it, he had to get the stupid fish out.

He didn't know what the people behind the scenes wanted to cooperate so much... maybe they just wanted to watch the fun?
Chapter completed!