Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 783

Bu Laike's bitter sarcasm is actually very unreasonable.

Because King Mechagon's logical thinking circuit is actually not as low-level as he said. At any rate, it is self-reinforcement completed by absorbing knowledge from Titan Engineering. The black technology content of its digital thinking is a little higher than what pirates think.

After checking and calculating multiple data, he can actually control his decision-making behavior.

He can choose not to chase after Laike, who obviously wants to lure him away so that others can dismantle the homing bomb, he can stay here to escort the homing bomb, and he can complete the homing of Boralus Port by himself. source plan.

He knew he should.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, the king threw two shield generators at the body of the homing bomb, and then manipulated his cool R-21/X air unit to chase after Braike with a whoosh. .

It wasn't because Bo Laike's taunt stopped the hatred, but because the pirate's words moved King Mechagon.

Although he was full of confidence, he couldn't fool himself with the fact that the Homing Bomb was a semi-finished product.

Numerous calculations have proved this point.

The power of this bomb after it exploded is uncontrollable.

It cannot maintain the stability of the soul while transforming the flesh and blood. Such a bomb cannot realize the ideal of bringing the whole world back to the beautiful, orderly, ancient times ruled by the Titan system.

It will perfectly complete the part of the duty of destruction.

But what His Majesty Mechagon wants is not pure destruction, he wants more!

The explosion of the bomb was just a means to him, not an end. He needs the forbidden knowledge found in Titan facilities around the world, and he needs that knowledge to strengthen and improve his creation.

But if you want to enter the Titan facility, you need an "identity verification".

Sneaking into the melting pot of origin back then, it is impossible to replicate the knowledge he stole a second time. If he wants to continue learning, he must first get a "Titan Creation Access Card".

Unfortunately, this thing is not so easy to engage in.

King Mechagon spent nearly a thousand years but failed to find a key that could open the treasure house of Titan wisdom for him.

He also thought about using violent methods such as explosions to open those Titan facilities that had been closed for nearly a million years, but after complicated and precise calculations, he came to a pessimistic conclusion.

Based on the protection system of Ulduar, the city of titans that he had visited once, even if he shattered the continental shelf of Northrend, the city of titans would not be affected in the slightest.

It was like a tortoise shell, leaving him nowhere to speak.

He must get that stone!

The titanic energy emanating from that rock in Bu Laike Shaw's hand was pure and massive, and that filthy stinky pirate wasn't lying!

The stone in his hand is definitely related to Titan.

That was the key he had longed for for nearly a thousand years.

One is the destruction of the present, and the other is the salvation of the future.

How to choose is very simple.

Knowing that it was a bait, he still bit the hook hard.

"boom"

Two shocking missiles exploded precisely in the air at the front and back of the pirate. When the strange ammunition exploded, it set off a sharp air blast, like two air punches, hitting Bu Laike's demonized body one in front and the other in the back.

His wings folded like a shield, resisting the shock for him. The magic shield outside his body continued to take effect and refreshed every 30 seconds, so that he didn't have to worry about being hit by shrapnel.

But the missiles were just an appetizer.

According to Prince Erazmin's description, his father's air unit aircraft is loaded with all the advanced black technology of the entire Mechagon, and that thing is simply a mobile war fortress.

The pirate hovered in the air, the magic eyeball on his shoulder flipping backwards, looking over the roaring King Mechagon's car, looking at the Homing Bomb flying behind the clouds.

The watchmen and gnomes are already close to the thing, they only need to kill the shield generator on the outer layer of the bomb, and then they can start dismantling.

But this job is destined to take some time, and the pirates must buy enough time for them.

Or, he can simply kill King Mechagon and stop this sudden disaster of returning to the source from the source.

"Ha! Don't come so close to me! I hate dealing with strangers."

Bu Laike twirled in the air, and while flying deftly, he pulled down a burning hand of Bu Laike from the sky, and smashed the burning meteor of shadow flames backward.

It was detonated early when it was close to the flying unit, and the scorching meteor fragments, like whirling arrows, whizzed and hit King Mechagon's aircraft energy matrix.

The strong impact caused the aircraft to shake for a while, but it quickly recovered its stability.

"I'm going to tear your wings apart!"

The mechanical king at the rear shouted violently, and he set up two rapid-fire cannons on the aircraft. The next moment, a metal storm mixed with scorching lasers swept towards Laike from high altitude.

This scene is very much like two fighter planes fighting in the air. They shuttled through the clouds in the sky, and vented their power to each other in the back and forth entanglement.

Bo Laike's various magics kept being thrown, and he cunningly mixed sleep magic into a series of magical bombardments, but King Mechagon's fully mechanized transformation made it ignore the delicate mind magic of Nathrezim.

Whether it's deep sleep, mental whipping, or the unpretentious fear technique, death entanglement, etc., it's useless to him.

There was no fear in this guy at all.

No wonder he boasted that he would use the power of mechanization to fight against the corruption of the old gods.

With his current "iron will" in various senses, the spiritual corruption that the ancient gods and their servants are best at is really useless to him.

It's a pity that when facing those things, you can't win with a firm mind.

Bu Laike whooshed into the clouds, taking advantage of the cloud cover to retreat into seclusion, unleashing Men Faith's signature shadow-crawling technique.

The turbid shadow instantly enveloped the surrounding airspace like a black curtain, and King Mechagon's aircraft that rushed into it was immediately captured by the power of the shadow.

Two phantoms of the Dread Demon King rushed out of the darkness, one from the left and the other from the right, laughing wildly and attacking the aircraft's matrix shield.

It will be given a strong and burning shadow impact every second. This kind of high-level use of shadow magic cannot be exempted in this dark airspace.

As long as he can't rush out, he has to bear this kind of magic impact all the time.

"Hey, why are you still pretending to sleep?"

The pirate hiding in the shadows patted the skull of the old man Sakir who was pretending to be just an ornament on his belt. He "stared" at the cool flying machine rampaging in the darkness in front of him, and said:

"Get up, give him a shot! Dump him."

"It's not as easy as you think."

The old man Saqier slowly floated to the side of Bu Laike, just like the old man who just woke up, and he pretended to move his upper and lower jaws and yawned.

Its eye sockets burning with purple flames looked at the aircraft in the dark clouds in front of it, and said:

"That thing has three energy deflectors, any energy impact will be weakened by at least two-thirds, even if I drain your life force and shoot a half-god blow, it's useless.

Oh, I didn't expect that in your backward world on the magic side, there are people who can research such a powerful flying machine. Of course, it is still far behind our eredar's aerospace technology.

But by your standards, it's pretty good. "

"Yo, I didn't see that, besides being a black-hearted warlock and failure mentor, old man, you are also a master of engineering?"

Bu Laike teased:

"How did such an excellent all-around talent like you get reduced to where you are now?"

"I'm not some engineering guru."

Sakir snorted, walked around Bu Laike, and said modestly:

"But in the glorious age of our Argus world, in the glorious and wise Enlightenment Academy, there was also a school of Argus engineering, and it was very strong.

Our civilization is a combination of magic and technology, so much higher than your low civilizations. "

"But your perfect world is as finished as yours. Instead, we are 'barbaric' and repelled the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, so the old man should stop thinking about the good past and think of a way!"

Bu Laike snapped.

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical king captured by the shadow area in front of him stood up to the strong shadow burning, and sprinkled two weird "prismatic bombs" towards the surroundings.

There was a loud bang, and a light curtain that was as dazzling as a burst of sunlight rose up, and even Bo Laike, who was hiding in the shadows, raised his paws to cover his eyes.

In front of his eyes, two exploding "light bombs" instantly released extremely intense light and heat, completely illuminating and dispelling the shadow creeping domain of the Dread Demon King.

"What are you capable of! Pirates! You can't escape! Give me the key!"

King Mechagon yelled from his flying machine:

"Perhaps because of your contribution to this great cause, I can personally help you and those you care about complete the transformation to the source, allowing you to have a place in the new world.

This is a just and great thing, and you should feel honored for it! "

"Hehe, another lunatic who does crazy things in the name of justice."

Sakir's spicy comment said:

"There are people like this in every world. The more determined they are to pursue justice, the more they will cause disasters and torture to the world they want to 'protect'.

When such a guy meets one, he will kill one!

Never show mercy.

Unplug the energy deflector on his aircraft, just destroy one, and leave the rest to me, my pathetic and evil apprentice, you should really improve your knowledge of dealing with mechanical creations. "

"I want to learn magic, practice archery and shadow skills, develop a relationship with my pet, and command my fleet. Now, I want to study engineering?"

Bu Laike complained:

"Four hours of sleep is too much in your eyes, right?"

"Hey, do you know how long Archimonde slept a day in order to get my affirmation when he was learning magic under me?"

Sakir scolded contemptuously:

"The eredar wizards who want to get ahead in the Academy of Enlightenment will not waste time resting. If you want to achieve great things, you must seize every second.

It seems to me that you are tired enough.

Your surviving lich mentor has indulged you too much, leaving your talents completely untapped.

This is simply a blasphemy against talent! "

The pirates paid no heed to the old man's preaching.

Seeing the opportunity, he flickered around the king's aircraft with a whoosh sound. Against the thick energy matrix around the aircraft and the shooting of missiles and rapid-fire guns, he swung his claws and shot out a shadow sickle.

The sharp energy blade slashed across the front of King Mechagon, leaving a scratch on his console, which shocked the Mechanic King, and he pulled up the joystick to climb up.

At the same time, the arm-like "magnetic arm" under the aircraft also showed its power again, and a heavy magnetic force came like a heavy cannonball, pressing Laike's body on the ground at high altitude.

The chaotic magnetic field was impacting and disturbing his senses, as if the world was spinning, but before the more vicious flesh-splitting rays came, the pirate flickered and jumped away.

He appeared in the air, took a mouthful of snake oil, drew the longbow of the spirit string, and shot three consecutive sniper shots in the next moment. Three consecutive void spikes pierced the same position precisely, destroying the outermost energy deflection device with difficulty. .

"It's now!"

Sakir howled and was about to charge a punch, but Laike reached out and caught it in his claws.

When the pirate got close to him just now, he noticed a small change on the aircraft. Under the blindfold, he blinked and said:

"Don't worry, his flying machine is very flexible, and it's hard to hit a vital point with a beam of light. Let's add some fuel to him first. Look at mine."

After finishing speaking, he clasped his arms, screamed exaggeratedly, flapped his wings again, and rushed to the sky at high speed as if fleeing, as if he was injured and embarrassed.

"Don't try to run."

The Mechanic King pushed the joystick to the bottom, and let the aerial fortress-like aircraft roar out of the clouds, chasing Bu Laike and climbing continuously.

The level on the console is beating with increasingly exaggerated height numbers.

3000 meters, 5000 meters, 7000 meters.

When Bu Laike, who was constantly flying upwards, felt breathless, he spread his wings, hovered suddenly, and looked down at King Mechagon and his flying machine rushing down.

The distorted devil pirate grinned, and in the same drawn-out maniacal laugh of the old man Sakir, he released the skull in his hand, allowing it to absorb the vitality in his body.

"Don't suck too much, you don't need a demigod strike, after the energy deflection is abolished, the high-energy legendary magic is enough to shoot him down."

Bu Laike said something.

The suspended skull next to him opened the widest, and the flames dancing in the shadows were continuously compressed and gathered in its mouth, and King Mechagon, who detected a high-energy response, pulled the joystick to do evasive flight.

But the moment he pulled the lever, he heard a crackling sound of shattered ice.

Let the king's heart sink to the valley for a moment.

He looked down, and saw that the left and right auxiliary thrusters of his perfect war fortress aircraft were already covered with ice that had spread at an unknown time.

"I said that the limit of optical obscuration on Mechagon Island is 3,000 meters, right? In order to ensure stealth, all your flying mechanical creations will not exceed this number on a daily basis."

High in the sky, Bu Laike flicked the frost on his claws, and shouted to the king below:

"Have you ever conducted a high-altitude flight test after your 'perfect' aircraft is completed? At an altitude of almost 12,000 meters, at a temperature dozens of degrees below zero, no matter how sophisticated the machinery is, it will freeze. .

Tsk tsk, look, I said, I know some engineering too.

My dear majesty, I hope you have prepared a high-altitude parachute in advance"

(end of this chapter)