The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Ouch——"

The werewolf priest looked up to the sky and roared, his bones crackling and crackling, his height soared to two and a half meters, and his facial bones were elongated, turning into a wolf head.

Tsk...tsk...

The black priest's robe couldn't hold back the exaggerated muscles and was burst to pieces.

All you can see is that the hair on his whole body is thick, standing on end like steel needles, and the texture of his knotted and swollen muscles is like hard marble and granite.

Especially the pair of wolf claws, the black nails are tens of centimeters long and are extremely hard and sharp.

Woohoo!

The werewolf priest waved his claws in the air, making the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air.

The sharp wolf claws are extremely hard and can easily tear into pieces the heavy podium and leave five clear finger marks on the granite wall.

It is not difficult to imagine that if it were an ordinary person, if he were to receive such a blow, he would probably be gutted and cut off at the waist on the spot.

There was a hint of hatred and resentment in the werewolf's beast-like face: "Damn sentinel robot, I didn't expect that I hid so deeply and you discovered it!"

"Well......"

Lord observed from the side, and then asked in a low voice: "Do you think... is that guy really a werewolf, or is it caused by mutant genes?"

Michael tilted his head, not following Lord's thoughts, and asked curiously: "Is there any difference between the two?"

"Look, this is a church, right? He is a werewolf and serves as a pastor here. Don't you think it's...violating?" Lord asked again.

After that, fearing that Michael wouldn't understand, he gave another example: "It feels like a vampire running to a church to be a priest."

"Um...no~"

Michael smiled and said: "What is enshrined in the church is just a cross. It is neither God nor anyone else."

"Besides...you don't really think that Jesus would like to crucify himself, right? Just like Kennedy, would he like sniper rifles?"

It is well founded and cannot be refuted.

Lord was speechless by what he said.

"It should be a mutant gene."

Michael commented: "However, he is too weak to defeat those robots. Do we want to help?"

"Why help?"

Lord turned around and asked, "We don't know him, so why should we care about mutants?"

"That's true."

Michael nodded in agreement and said, "Then let's wait until they finish fighting and then go get the things."

So, the two of them continued to watch the battle.

A dozen sentry robots would almost crush a Delta-level mutant.

It took almost less than a minute for the werewolf priest to be covered in blood, with several huge gashes torn open in his flesh, so deep that his internal organs could even be seen. The dirty and smelly blood was spread all over the holy church.

"Huchi...huchi..."

The werewolf was breathing heavily, with a trace of despair in his eyes: "Why...why...you would find us?!"

However, it was a pity that what he encountered was a machine. The sentry would not answer his questions at all, but would only complete the task resolutely.

Three sentries formed a siege. They copied the werewolf's genes and simulated the werewolf's claws, rushing up from three directions!

"Even if I die, I won't let you have an easy time!

!" The werewolf priest roared in despair and waved his claws vigorously.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The sharp claws clashed with the steel claws, causing dazzling sparks and crisp sounds.

The sentry robots cooperated with each other, and the priest was unable to defeat him with three punches and four kicks. He was soon forced into a desperate situation and suffered several wounds on his body.

On the other hand, the Sentinel robot didn't have any scratches on its body and was still able to do it with ease, as if it was teasing him and deliberately wearing down his strength.

Such a situation can be called desperate!

"Ahhh!"

The priest burst out with a dying roar, his eyes full of despair. He didn't expect that he could not destroy a sentry robot even though he fought desperately.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally understood.

Why did Eric, the beta-level mutant leader who was as powerful as Magneto, die at the hands of the Sentinel robot? Charles feared the Sentinels as much as the tigers, and Wanda was severely injured and fell into a coma.

Too strong...

The Sentinel is simply a killing machine specially developed to target mutants!

In the moment when he was distracted, in a flash of lightning, the sentry on the left found an opening, took advantage of it, and rushed in, heading straight for Huanglong.

Poof!

The sharp blade penetrated the chest, bringing out a handful of blood, and then turned violently, shattering the heart.

"Uh-huh!"

The pastor's eyes widened, and the gleam of survival gradually dimmed.

Another sentry robot stretched out a sword from its arm and slashed hard at the werewolf's neck.

Seeing the pastor about to separate his head and die, he saw a gray stream of light suddenly flash past.

Whoosh!

The sharp blade failed.

The werewolf priest, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, disappeared out of thin air.

Lord narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Unfortunately, he is still too young."

The next moment.

Just when the gray stream of light was about to rush out of the church, it hit the high-voltage power grid that suddenly appeared.

Crackling!

There was only a loud noise, and the gray stream of light screamed, then was bounced off the high-voltage power grid and fell heavily back into the church.

thump!

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Quicksilver.

It was Quicksilver who had just rescued the werewolf at extremely fast speed.

Kuaiyin was bounced away by the high-voltage electricity. His whole body was charred and smoking, like a piece of coke. He looked extremely miserable.

If it weren't for the mutant genes, I'm afraid he would have been electrocuted to death by high-voltage electricity long ago, and he would only have one breath left now.

However, for Kuaiyin now, I am afraid that living is more uncomfortable than dying.

"You...shouldn't have come to save me!"

The werewolf who was seriously injured and on the verge of death had a lot of regret on his face: "This is a trap. They have guessed that you are coming back and deliberately used me to attract you!"

What hasn't he understood until now?

The sentry robot could obviously kill him quickly, but instead deliberately delayed the time in order to use him as bait to lure out Quicksilver!

"Target determined... codenamed 'Quicksilver', name: Pietro Maximov."

The sentry walked towards Quicksilver and the Werewolf with heavy steps, and streams of data flashed through his scarlet electronic eyes.

Obviously, they wanted to capture Quicksilver directly rather than kill him on the spot.

"Save...save us..."

Quicksilver turned his head with difficulty, looked at Lord, and in a weak voice, asked him for help.

Desperate, he could only place his last hope on Lord.

Although... the possibility is low!

But he knew that he must not be caught, otherwise the sentinels would be implanted into his genes, and more fellow mutants would die!

"Please...save us..."

Seeing that Lord was indifferent, Quicksilver put down his arrogant self-esteem and begged: "I am willing... to pay any price... please... I can't die here! "

Sentinels, getting closer and closer.

But Lord remained indifferent, as if he didn't hear his plea at all.

There was a look of despair on Quicksilver's face, as if he had foreseen the scene of the Sentinels taking his genes and massacring his compatriots.

"Eh~"

Just then, a sigh sounded.

Michael stood up slowly from his seat, with a look of helplessness on his face. He looked at Lord next to him and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm still soft-hearted. Just treat it as making up for the previous promise, okay?"

Lord chuckled lightly and said, "As long as you like it, you don't need to ask me about this little thing."