Chapter 761: Chapter 534: Transformed Man from Hell
The video feed in Sky Communication constantly switched.
But no matter how much it changed, it always alternated between this corpse and another young man’s face.
Outside of the town reduced to ruins, a gust of wind blew.
It slanted the billowing black smoke behind him and gently lifted his wide cloak.
Underneath the cloak, his legs, covered in mechanical tubing were revealed.
On the damaged trouser legs, those spreading tubes shimmered with a metallic luster.
Under the scorching sun, the windblown sand struck at the mechanical legs which seemed merely a facade, emitting a crackling sound.
Nevertheless, that was all the strength the wind had; it didn’t blow the cloak open.
When he saw the young man’s face again and heard those clear four sentences from Sky Communication.
His right hand, wearing a brown leather glove, gently clenched.
With a creaking sound, the metallic body of Sky Communication was crushed into a lump of scrap in his palm.
His right hand tightened more and more, and the scrap even burst through the gaps in his fingers and fell into the clay as powder.
Two red ghostly lights lit up under the cloak, and below those lights was a cold, insane laughter:
“Fatty, you didn’t expect to die so soon, did you?”
“Of course, I didn’t expect it either. But rest assured, I will smash him into a pulp, I’ll make his death ten times worse than yours, I’ll record it and I guarantee that he will be the one who died the most miserably in the Blood Tooth Order.”
“Haha, hahaha, hahahaha…”
“My sparring partner has died, so I’ll use you for practice.”
Amid the insane laughter, the man draped in a wide cloak stepped forward, leaving deep footprints on the saline-alkali soil.
Not far from the hills nearby, several black dots suddenly appeared, growing larger and rushing towards the man in the cloak with a trail of dust.
When they got close, it was clear that the black dots were military vehicles with camouflage paint, including two military pickups.
Inside the bed of each pickup, five soldiers raised their pulse rifles aiming this way.
The man in the cloak’s wild laughter stopped abruptly, his dark cloak’s red gaze fixed forward.
“Looking for death.”
Click, click, the sound of firearms being loaded suddenly came from under the cloak.
That sound was definitely not from ordinary rifles; it sounded more like those primitive scatterguns.
Without dodging or ducking, when those vehicles were still a hundred meters away, his drooping left hand suddenly shot up.
A dual-barreled scattergun with more than a five-centimeter caliber was alarmingly raised with one arm.
His gaze merely glanced casually before pulling the trigger.
Boom!
A puff of smoke arose from around the horrifying shotgun, even the wind seemed to freeze at that moment.
Two deep trenches were carved out from beneath the man’s feet.
The recoil was so powerful; it blasted him back half a meter!
However, when the muzzle flash flared up, the frontmost off-road vehicle exploded into a terrifying fireball, as if hit by heavy artillery.
It was blasted into a sky full of fragments.
The remaining three vehicles instantly swung sideways to halt, with more than twenty soldiers jumping off and rolling behind cover.
“Fire!”
At the opposing shout, countless pale blue glows lit up, the effect of the pulse rifle firing.
“No more vehicles? Better yet, the military force on this planet is pitifully weak, so I won’t hold back, hahahaha.”
Amid the deranged laughter, his left hand let go, letting the heavy scattergun fall to the ground.
His body half-crouched, with knees bent.
The Federation soldiers, during the shootout, suddenly noticed the opponent’s enigmatic movement.
What was he about to do?
The wind lifted his cloak, revealing legs intertwined with mechanical tubing.
Suddenly countless currents of air burst out from his calves, resembling jets from Exoskeleton Armor, and instantly a huge dust cloud rose beneath the cloaked man’s feet.
Bang!
A dull thumping sound echoed as two deep depressions appeared instantaneously.
The cloaked man’s figure, shot out furiously, a trail of an Earth Dragon instantly forming behind him.
Had there been a Mecha expert present, they certainly would have recognized this furiously advancing figure as…
The Folding Forward Step!
The barrage of Electromagnetic Bullets, densely aimed, all fell short.
“Scatter fire!”
A Captain immediately shouted, and the group of well-trained soldiers spread their muzzles apart, the previously straight line of bullets instantly turning into a rain of bullets.
The speed of the figure was excessively violent, far surpassing their imagination.
Particularly, when bullets clearly targeted his advancing route, his almost physics-defying sharp reversal made it extremely difficult for these soldiers.
A large batch of bullets still missed their mark.
But, eventually, someone hit him.
“I hit him.”
Amidst a clinking noise, several holes appeared on the wildly waving cloak, but eerily no blood spurted out.
“What’s going on?”
Said the incredulous soldier, before he resumed firing desperately.
However, the hundred-meter distance was far too short for the odd cloaked figure before him.
The cloaked man’s body suddenly leaned forward and pressed down, amidst the howling wind, his headgear eventually blew open, revealing the true face of the man inside.
Upon seeing his face clearly, shock and horror filled these soldiers’ eyes.
Half of his face human, half mechanical, with piercing red artificial eyes, only his golden short hair hinted at any remaining human essence.
Aiming at an off-road vehicle in the very front, a crazed smile crossed the half-mechanical man’s face as he heavily kicked out, with numerous dense tiny currents of air ejecting from his foot.
The gunfire grew even more intense, and more and more holes formed on the cloak, yet none of this stopped the kick.
Amid a grating sound of metal collision, the thickened steel shell of the vehicle’s body immediately caved in.
Then, the soldiers behind it, who hadn’t even had time to dodge, saw their cover, the off-road combat vehicle, directly lifted.
It crashed harshly against their chests before being violently flung away.
With one kick, the first off-road vehicle was kicked over ten meters away, the vehicle’s rear and five soldiers instantly killed by the furious kinetic energy and the massive mass of the vehicle.
His face revealed a brutal smile; his crimson artificial eyes scanned another side, then rapidly closed in on the horrified soldiers opposite him, his right fist in leather gloves pulling back to his side.
A ring of dense tiny currents emerged from beneath the glove; his fist moved as fast as a heavy artillery shell.
His steps didn’t halt; with one punch, he blasted four heads apart, a mist of blood rising from the saline-alkali ground.
30 seconds later…
This strange “human” with golden short hair repositioned the cloak on his head, covering his grotesque and terrifying face.
Standing behind the convoy, now transformed into a sea of fire, his eyes gazed into the distant barren desert.
His right palm reopened, a metal circular Sky Communication device silently laying there.
With a light press on its only button, after a rustling noise, the Sky Communication connected.
Amid the roaring wind, a breath as feral as a beast’s could be heard from the Sky Communication.
“From Hell, a Transformed Man… what is it?”