This made him a little unbelievable.

At the same time, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He Ao took two steps back, and the remaining three mechas had already arrived. They were all apostles of hell, suspended in the air, and surrounded He Ao.

Surrounding these powerful mechas, there are also some D-level prosthetics and some D-level small mechas. In total, there are nearly twenty D-level combatants, and there may be some extraordinary beings hidden among them.

Four C-levels and twenty D-levels.

It seems that the mining consortium has taken out all its belongings.

"Where's another mecha?"

Vincent asked in the internal chat.

"Stolen."

A reply rang out.

Vincent fell into a brief silence, as if he didn't know how to answer the question.

As big as a mecha is, it's not like a ham sausage. It can be carried away in one go. It's a behemoth that's dozens of meters tall.

However, he didn't ask any more questions. At this time, he still prioritized solving He Ao.

He looked at He Ao and raised the muzzle of the gun. Everyone else followed his actions and pointed their weapons at He Ao.

He Ao clenched his swords.

At the moment, his strength is only D level, and with Super Memory, it can only be barely close to C level, but what he is facing is a real mecha that can fight with C level, and an old coin C level transcendent who hides his strength.

An unprecedented and powerful sense of oppression gathered on He Ao.

Except when you need to borrow the power of a good friend.

He Ao had not seen such an almost invincible scene for a long time, and the despair from his soul made him tremble all over.

Uncontrollable excitement filled every cell. This came from both himself and his current 'martial artist' talent sequence.

Warriors, born to die.

His game is over.

The battle is about to break out.

But at this moment, a huge Hell Apostle mecha fell from the sky.

A familiar voice came from the mecha, "Nel, I'll stop you, you run."

He Ao:?

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