My Empire

When Burrison deceived him, the cold voice that made him irritated finally disappeared in his ears. He strode forward and once again swung his sword at the weird target in the white robe.

The opponent seemed to be ready to end the battle soon, and rushed straight forward, ready to take Burrison's sword without evasiveness.

The moment Burrison swung his sword, the opponent raised one arm to condense a thick magical defensive barrier on his palm, while the other hand leaned forward and aimed at Burrison's chest.

The white-robed man also seemed to have discovered that if the armor on Burrison was not broken, he would not be able to cause fatal damage to Burrison. So he aimed at Burrison's weakness this time and planned to solve Burrison all at once.

Burrison didn't have the slightest panic on his side. He also used his other arm to make a defensive posture. The magical defense barrier on his arm lit up, and the speed of condensation was even faster than the opponent's.

In an instant, the bodies of both sides came into contact with each other, and Burrison felt his defensive arm, even with the blessing of the defensive magic circle, there was a severe pain.

And the sword he swung also penetrated the opponent's magical defense barrier and slashed on the opponent's shoulder.

The familiar feeling of the sword piercing the flesh came from the palm of his hand, and Burrison knew that his attack was successful this time.

He ignored the pain in his arm and increased the destructive power of this sword as much as possible. The long sword produced by Ironforge No. 1 Forging Factory did not disappoint, and it repaid Burrison's trust with its super quality.

At the moment Burrison flew out, he saw that the side of the white robe was slowly falling. He did hit the target, and a lot of it was cut off.

But, now it seems that if the sword goes down, it may be just a piece of white cloth. Using his arm to change half of the other party's clothes, Burrison felt that this was the worst exchange he had ever done in his life.

But what happened to the illusion that was so real that he had the illusion that something was struck by his long sword?

Just when he hesitated, the white-robed man suddenly let out a screaming scream. Under the remaining white robe, his body was constantly twisting, like a balloon pulled by the manic internal air. It broke open.

"Cut it!" Burrison rejoiced in his heart for a ten-thousandth of a second, and then his body fell heavily into the trench and fell onto a pile of bullet casings.

He struggled to get up and found that the left hand of his power exoskeleton had been completely scrapped. The huge impact of the white-robed man just now had severely destroyed the left arm of this expensive armor.

The original field trackpad used to control the computer on the arm and some small parts fixed on the arm have become completely unrecognizable, and the heavy armbands have also been slightly deformed.

Inside his earphones, which had already become quiet, a cold computer prompt sounded again at this time: "The energy has been exhausted, please get out of it as soon as possible..."

"Crack!" The armors that were originally fixed on the arms and legs were all automatically pried apart, but the deformed left arm remained motionless.

"Damn, energy has been consumed on defense..." Burrison, who broke away from the power exoskeleton, pulled out his arm from the broken arm armor on the left, and jumped to the ground.

He glanced at the assault rifle fixed behind the exoskeleton body. Because of the relationship between its size and recoil, he couldn't use it at all now.

There was no way to use the long sword in his right hand. He could only use the weapon he was carrying to continue the fight.

As a result, he drew a self-defense pistol from his waist, climbed to the edge of the trench, and aimed at the white-robed man who was constantly "trembling" with the weapon in his hand.

Just as he couldn't help but squeezed the trigger continuously at the target, the white-robed man on the opposite side finally couldn't hold it, and exploded in the struggle and distortion.

A huge impact caused Burrison to roll back into his trenches once again. He felt that he had been **** mold for eight lifetimes, and there would be such an embarrassing moment.

He even rolled and fell to the bottom of the pit, his ears were full of humming caused by the explosion. He could not hear the noise on the battlefield. It was because of the noise-cancelling headphones, but now it was because his ears were really being tested. .

"Damn it!" Burrison struggled to get up, climbed up to the edge of the trench again, stuck his head out, and saw the white robe that had been blown to pieces, falling in front of his eyes.

Obviously, he killed a white-robed man and won the battle. He was excited to shout loudly, or that he had already begun to shout loudly. It's a pity that he couldn't hear his own voice, and the shout in his mouth seemed to be thousands of miles away.

But he was still very excited, because he still won the battle, and won this sudden encounter with the opposing team's most elite troops.

Unfortunately, after the excitement, he recovered his hearing and suddenly realized that he had just killed a white-robed man.

After another white-robed man smashed a heavy armored grenadier with magic, he focused on Burrison in the trenches. The other party walked towards Burrison step by step, with the light smoke that evaporates after burning on both hands.

Yes, there are still dozens of white-robed men raging on the battlefield, and Burrison has only just eliminated one white-robed man. He ran out of the energy of the power exoskeleton, and he just barely killed such a white-robed man...

While he killed the white-robed man just now, other white-robed men were killed by the grenadiers, and some white-robed men were killed by the grenadiers who blocked them.

This was a tragic battle. Many grenadiers died because of their inferior skills, and many grenadiers won their victories by relying on brutal methods.

They slammed the grenade they were carrying, and the white-robed men rushed over to the battlefield. The entire battlefield was now in a mess, with empty white robes blackened by gunpowder dancing in the air, and heavy mecha wreckage paralyzed on the ground.

"Bah!" Burrison pointed a gun at the white-robed man who rushed towards him, pulling the trigger one by one. The bullet in his pistol rushed out of the barrel, and then sparks splashed on the magic circle in front of the white-robed man.

"Crack!" The last shot was fired, and the automatic pistol ejected the last shell and entered the ready-to-load state. The sleeve was stuck at the end, and the barrel smoked lightly from the heat.

Burrison dropped the pistol, stared at the man in the white robe who was close at hand, looked at the flame entwined around his arm, grinned.