Sanzang's eyes widened at what she saw. She could not help but chant the name of Buddha.
The lights on the walls lit up. They sensed the heat emitted from the human's body, so they lit up automatically.
These lights that lit up automatically, whether it was the style or the technology contained in them, they did not look like something produced by the Houtu Empire. Sanzang's attention only stayed on these gadgets for a moment, then shifted to other places. She held her breath.
This should be an armory … Probably.
The reason why he said "probably" was because other than some cold weapons that were similar in style to the Empire, Sanzang did not recognize most of the rest of the weapons. He could only identify their use and identity from their terrifying appearance and faint murderous aura … Firearms, these were undoubtedly all firearms.
The Empire's firearms research was still in a very primitive stage. All the types of conventional military firearms added up was not even a fraction of what was in this underground chamber.
As Master Sanzang walked in this vast space, he felt a rough and fiery aura rushing towards him. There were many different types of guns, thick and heavy barrels, neatly stacked boxes, and instruments of various sizes hanging on the wall … For some reason, an indescribable excitement rose in his heart.
It was as if … he had seen something very interesting.
What attracted her the most was not the different shapes and flowing with faint red light, but the huge human figure standing in the center of the underground chamber.
It was a human-shaped armor made of steel. Unlike the armor of the Houtu Empire, this armor was connected. There was no need for an armor frame. It supported the weight on its own. It was like a silent giant, exuding an incomparable sense of weight and oppression. It was so cold, so heavy, and so sacred.
It was as heavy as a mountain. Its whole body was painted with a red hue. The blazing flame pattern and the large and small gilded barbarian words formed a phoenix with its wings spread out. The phoenix's claws each held a fire sword and a codex. Dozens of gorgeous flame tails spread out beautifully from the bottom. It looked warm, heavy, and sacred.
This was a natural war machine. It should be burning and blooming brilliantly on the battlefield.
Sanzang was shocked. "Amitabha, this is …"
"It belongs to the Divine Right Nation of Flames, an angel in the Flaming Angel battle order. The Flaming Angel Sun Power Armor, the most powerful conventional combat force in the Fire Nation."
Zhang Yinluo tied up her hair and walked over. She said with a complicated tone, "Only the Flaming Sun Holy Knights of the Church are qualified to be granted this combat equipment …"
Although Master Sanzang was a monk, but as one of the five strongest nations in the world, the Raging Flame Divine Power Nation, which was known for its firearms and cannons, she had also heard of it. Master Sanzang was surprised: "Then you …"
"Ah, this."
Zhang Yinluo reached out her hand and stroked the flame patterns on the Flaming Sun Power Armor. Her face showed a look of reminiscence. She said softly, "I used to study in the Divine Right Nation of Flames. Because of some things that happened, I made some contributions by accident. So, I was granted this by the Church. Even after I returned to the country, these things were sent over by the caravans connected to the North through the Zhang family. I thought I would never have the chance to use them, but I didn't expect …"
She smiled faintly. Then, she came to the back of the power armor and pressed the ring against the back of the power armor. Then, she closed her eyes and whispered a few words in Slaro. It was the language of the Fire Nation.
Then, a red light flashed from the helmet of the power armor. The power armor suddenly raised its head. Then, the entire armor began to tremble, making a rumbling sound. It was as if a steel giant had woken up from a deep sleep. Finally, the armor opened from the back. It was like a steel flower surrounded by flames, blooming.
Zhang Yinluo smiled at Master Sanzang, then walked in. The armor closed, and with the sound of machinery, the huge armor moved its body, turning its wrists. The hydraulic system expanded and expanded, and the power core kept increasing its power. In the end, the steel giant clenched its fists, and the two fists collided. Zhang Yinluo's voice came from the armor, roaring in the same Slalor language.
At this time, Sanzang felt like he had just seen Brother Zhuzi transform into Sam. Although there was a sense of inexplicable coolness and faint envy, when he heard Zhang Yinluo shout a few words in Maossian, he was still a little scared. Could Benefactor Zhang have been possessed by the soul of the dead on the armor?
She said carefully, "Benefactor Zhang?"
The visor of the helmet slid down and opened, revealing Zhang Yinluo's face. "What's wrong?"
Sanzang breathed a sigh of relief. "What did you just say?"
Yinluo was stunned for a moment. Then, she smiled embarrassedly. "It's the language of the Lifire Nation. It's some kind of pre-war ritual. It means' for Kalashnikov '. This is the battle cry of the knights of the Flame Order. This Kalashnikov is a saint of the Flame Order and the protector of the knights. Everyone believes that with Kalashnikov's protection, the weapons in their hands will never explode …"
So it's a god of another race … Sanzang quickly lost interest. Zhang Yinluo also stopped talking. She kept walking in the underground room, familiarizing herself with the power armor and awakening the potential of the armor. Then, she began to choose weapons and check the ammunition. After equipping the combat modules on her body with four long and short firearms, she carried a flame-propelled Flowing Fire Battle Axe on her back and casually picked up a six-barreled Thermite Heavy Machine Gun.
After seeing this, Sanzang had the urge to chant the name of Buddha again. "Benefactor Zhang, should we … should we go find the main force of the Black Armored Army for a decisive battle?"
Zhang Yinluo shook her head. "No, let's go find Liang Bufan first."
The matter of the imperial envoy Qin Hui, Sun Lang had originally arranged everything neatly. Something unexpected must have happened today. This change should be related to Liang Bufan. After all, he dared to come to the Zhang manor and ask father to force me to give evidence. Someone must have made a wish for him to be promoted to an official …
As for who it is, we don't know. To be able to make the scheming and cautious Liang Bufan take the initiative to do something like this, it means that Qin Hui not only gave him generous conditions, but also revealed something that made Liang Bufan believe that the possibility of success was very high …
In other words, Qin Hui has a trump card that we don't know about, and Liang Bufan knows about it …
Or even some kind of key … I have to go take a look first. Anyway, it's on the way from the Zhang manor to the Marquis of Jingan's manor, Liang Bufan's home!
Sanzang glanced at the fully armed Zhang Yinluo and began to ponder why Benefactor Sun asked her to protect Zhang Yinluo. But since things had come to this, she asked blankly, "Let's go?"
Zhang Yinluo shook his head. "No, although the Yang Yan mecha has jet propellers, they are used to assist in battle and not for long term attacks. Although the speed of the mecha is much faster than a normal person, for a martial artist, it is still not fast. Liang Bufan's home is not close to here, we need a means of transportation."
Sanzang blinked. "Let's go find a carriage?"
"No need." Zhang Yinluo suddenly revealed a strange smile. "Master, do you know how to ride a horse?"
Sanzang heard this and instinctively licked the corner of her mouth. "A … a little."
Zhang Yinluo turned her head and looked at the other end of the underground room, at the thing covered by a white canvas. "Then it's fine."
Soon, in the sky above the Zhang Mansion, there was a roaring sound.
Mr. Zhang accompanied his father on a tall building. Under the moonlight, he could vaguely see Sanzang riding on a thing that looked like an iron horse, dragging a huge metal mecha behind it.
He complained, "Back then, when Yin Luo's group of Maoist friends sent those Maoist toys over, I knew that this day would come sooner or later … What exactly did that damned girl do in the Fire Nation?"
Yinluo was still in the Yang Yan mecha. Pulleys popped out from the legs of the mecha, and it was pulled forward by the iron horse. She controlled the body's balance and used the propellers to control the direction of the mecha. She instructed loudly, "Don't go too fast. Master, this is your first time riding this thing, it's better to be steady!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a low roar. The metal chariot suddenly accelerated, and the roar of the engine became louder and louder. She was shocked and shouted, "Master, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine!"
Sanzang's voice was much louder than usual, and it was even faintly filled with joy. She shouted against the wind, "I've never felt so good … This thing is great!
Great!
You only need to drink oil, and you won't feel tired, and you don't need to cherish the horses … Amitabha, good, good! "
Zhang Yinluo was stunned for a moment. Normally, with her personality, she would definitely feel that something was wrong with Sanzang and ask him to stop and check the situation. But now, perhaps it was because she hadn't worn the mecha for a long time, and it reminded her of the hot-bloodedness of the past, or perhaps the mecha produced by the Russians had some natural Russian side effects. She laughed loudly and said, "Then let's go faster, Kuma!"
"Okay!"
Sanzang seemed to have let go of himself in this kind of speed. He said loudly, "Miss Zhang, did you say something strange just now?"
"In the Divine Power of Flames, all the Red Hairs talk like this, Kuma!"
Amidst the wild laughter, in the night of Mingzhou City, two crazy women, one driving a dangerous vehicle and the other an extremely dangerous vehicle, rushed to the home of the poor chief constable of the Six Fan School, Liang Bufan.
That night, Liang Bufan sat at home, drinking to drown his sorrows. Tonight, the Iron Cavalry of Mingzhou entered the city. With his status, he had heard the commotion and received the news. But before he could go out to the yamen, he was stopped by the Black Armored Troops guarding the door, who told him to pretend that nothing had happened tonight.
His heart pounded, and he knew that the opportunity had come. Lord Qin didn't lie to him … He couldn't help but think of the day before yesterday, when the imperial envoy, Qin Hui, visited the Six Fan School and had a brief contact with him. In that short time, Constable Liang confirmed one thing — this Lord Qin was the same kind of person as him.
Since they were the same kind of people, they could be friends and have the opportunity to cooperate. So it was reasonable for them to reach an agreement. Now that the Black Armored Troops had entered the city, it must have something to do with Lord Qin Hui, which meant …
He thought of Lord Qin Hui's resolute and decisive promise. He took a sip of wine, looked up at the roof beam, and laughed contentedly — as an official, one shouldn't be greedy. As long as Lord Qin Hui gave him some of the credit, great wealth and honor would fall from the sky …
Then he heard the sound of some kind of fire exploding.
Then …
"Boom!"
The roof of the house suddenly shattered. Tiles, wood, and dust rustled down. A huge set of iron armor suddenly fell down, setting off a strong shockwave. All the decorations in the house were shattered and collapsed. What followed was a shout, "Fire Rain of Judgment, descend from the sky. Holy Knight of the Sun is here!"
After all, Liang Bufan was the chief of detectives of the Sect of Six-Fans in the capital of Mingzhou. Although he had been in a high position for many years, and his body had been hollowed out by wine and women, his foundation was still there. Therefore, even though he was dazed by the shock just now, he still maintained his ability to move and staggered back. He suddenly heard this sentence. Although the voice was slightly distorted because of the mask, he still recognized who it was.
He said angrily, "Zhang Yinluo, how dare you!"
"I'm not Zhang Yinluo Kuma!"
Who the hell is Kuma?!
Just as this thought flashed through Liang Bufan's mind, he saw the steel giant on the opposite side suddenly rushing forward, opening its steel hand and grabbing at him. Liang Bufan was still dizzy at this time. Although he raised his hand to block the attack, the jet propulsion of the Solar Power Armor and the huge force of the hydraulic power boxing glove was not something he could withstand in his current state. He was directly grabbed by the neck and lifted up, slamming all the way into the pillar of the hall!
His back hit the pillar hard. Liang Bufan tasted something sweet in his mouth and almost spat out blood!
But before he could recover, Zhang Yinluo pressed Liang Bufan down with his left hand and picked up the Roaring Flame Battle Axe on his back with his right hand. He pressed the throttle on the battle axe, and the blade of the axe was burning with a layer of flame. With the huge strength of the power armor, he swung it and directly cut the thick pillar in half!
There was a roar in Liang Bufan's ears. He only felt that the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. One of the pillars in the hall was suddenly broken, and the roof had just been lifted, causing half of the hall to collapse!
In the chaotic night, a lunatic fell from the sky, a big axe above his head, a collapsed hall, falling tiles and wooden beams, and the steel giant in front of him — that evil helmet flashed with a terrifying red light.
Within a short period of time, Liang Bufan's state of mind went through a series of ups and downs. When he was suddenly ambushed, he was dumbfounded. When he realized that it was Zhang Yinluo, he was enraged. From the looks of it … Zhang Yinluo was either crazy or possessed by a crazy ghost.
Therefore, Liang Bufan's mental defenses were quickly destroyed by his anger. The red light in the eyes of the steel giant in front of him was terrifying, and the deadly axe was above his head. He shouted, "You … what do you want to do!
I'm an official of the imperial court!
Stop it!
If you kill me, the imperial court won't let you go! "
Zhang Yinluo looked at Liang Bufan, who was trembling and almost crying. Thinking of this man's sanctimonious and hypocritical face, for some reason, a very strange feeling rose in his heart … No wonder Sun Lang liked to do this kind of thing. Now it seems … it seems … a little interesting …
No matter what, this show had to continue. Liang Bufan was scheming and eloquent. If he came to reason with him and asked questions, there probably wouldn't be any results. Tonight's matter was urgent, so he had to do this!
She asked in the most vicious tone, "What did you and Qin Hui collude with each other? Speak!"
The vicious tone was distorted by the mask of the power armor, making it even more ferocious and terrifying — there was originally such a voice changer in order to increase the deterrence of the battlefield.
Liang Bufan, who was scared out of his wits, was shocked when he heard this, "What did you say …"
Zhang Yinluo didn't say anything and threw Liang Bufan into the yard. The chief constable fell to the ground. Before he could struggle to get up, he heard a series of explosions. The stone slabs around him kept exploding, and the splashing gravel hit his face, bringing him bursts of pain. At the same time, there was a pungent smell of gunpowder. It was simply the breath of hell.
He saw the terrifying steel giant holding a huge gun and continuously firing at him. While shooting, he roared, "If you don't want to be a pile of minced meat, think clearly before you speak, you disgusting maggot!
Do you want to spend the rest of your life in the Inquisition, Kuma! "
… Crazy!
Zhang Yinluo was really crazy!
In view of Zhang Yinluo's extremely strange mental state, Liang Bufan had a more intuitive understanding of the danger of his life. He collapsed and shouted, "I'll speak!
I'll speak!
I didn't do anything!
Qin Hui only asked me about the place where Hu Shouxin's wife and daughter lived … "
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in his face. Zhang Yinluo lifted him up and said in shock and anger, "What did you say!?"
Liang Bufan shouted weakly, "That's the only thing!
There's nothing else … "
"That's enough!" Zhang Yinluo roared. She was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Address."
Since he had already said that, the address didn't matter anymore. Liang Bufan also confessed honestly. After he finished speaking, he said in a panic, "Don't kill me … This imperial envoy asked me something, I can't not say it, right?
I still have to be an official, and I also have a family to feed, I also … "
"That's enough, Lord Liang."
Zhang Yinluo put him down and said slowly, "There's no need to explain. I won't kill you, but you'd better be prepared … If Guild Leader Hu's family loses even a single hair, you'll be caught even if you run to the ends of the earth. You'll be torn into pieces and your bones will be ground to dust …"
Then she abruptly turned around and quickly disappeared into the night. Immediately, the roar sounded again.
The roar of the flame nightmare chariot was endless, breaking the silence of the darkness. Zhang Yinluo stayed in the power armor, her expression anxious and serious. This was indeed a trap, a trap targeted at Hu Huishou. When Sun Lang found out about this, when he found out that Hu Huishou and Mrs. Hu were in danger, he …
Thinking of this, Zhang Yinluo was extremely anxious. She wanted to urge him, but Master Sanzang had already stepped on the accelerator to the maximum. She could only pray in her heart — faster, faster, you must catch up, you must catch up …
Suddenly, she heard Master Sanzang's low roar, "I see it!
There are Black Armor Sergeants fighting in front, their opponents should be rangers … They have suffered heavy casualties, they can't hold on any longer! "
Zhang Yinluo was suddenly energized. She turned around and activated the night vision function on her helmet. She had already seen the situation clearly. There were more than ten Black Armor Sergeants, and there were only a few rangers. Moreover, they were at a disadvantage in terms of equipment, martial arts, and numbers. They could only rely on their willpower and bravery to fight to the death. But to the Black Armor Sergeants who had been through hundreds of battles, willpower and bravery were nothing.
She said sternly, "Master, drive the chariot and rush in to disrupt their formation. I will follow to save people and then hold them back. The heat-thermite machine gun is on the chariot. These Black Armor Sergeants don't know the power of this gun. I will create an opportunity for you to attack, and you will attack them suddenly!
I have already shown you how to use it, you should have learned it by now! "
Master Sanzang was stunned for a moment, then he said loudly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't use this kind of thing!"
Why did you drop the ball at the last minute?
Zhang Yinluo said loudly, "Leader Hu's wife and daughter are innocent. Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Even Buddha has a time when he is angry. Master, you can't be so pedantic. You have to kill when you should!"
Master Sanzang shouted, "It's not about killing!
I am a disciple of Buddhism. How can I betray Buddhism and join another religion? "
"I told you to shoot, not to change your religion!"
"When Almsgiver Zhang demonstrated this weapon, didn't you praise the name of a foreign god?"
Zhang Yinluo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She saw that they were getting closer and closer, and that the Black Armor Sergeants had already noticed them. She shouted, "That's just a custom, a custom!
You don't have to shout like that! "
Master Sanzang heard this and finally felt relieved. He said loudly, "Then what should I shout like?"
Zhang Yinluo saw that the distance was just right, so she immediately cut the leash. The thrusters spewed out blazing flames, and she rose into the air. She shouted, "You can shout anything you want!"
"I understand!"
Then, Master Sanzang drove the Inferno Nightmare Chariot and rushed into the tunnel with a roar.
The Black Armor Sergeants could only vaguely see a woman with long hair, wearing a gorgeous monk's robe. She was driving an iron horse with strange red light in its eyes. She rushed over like a hurricane.
Master Sanzang held the chariot handle in one hand and the Nine Dragons Staff in the other. He faced the Black Armor Sergeants who were bewildered and showed a benevolent smile. He said loudly, "Buddha is merciful!"
With a bang, one of the Black Armor Sergeants' head was smashed by the Nine Dragons Staff. Master Sanzang rode the chariot and rushed over. The tight formation was directly torn apart.
Even if the Black Armor Sergeants were famous for being elites in the world, when they heard that their comrade's head was smashed by a woman wearing a monk's robe and holding a monk's staff while riding an iron horse monster, as expected, compared to anger, everyone would first feel shocked and puzzled.
When these sergeants started to become angry, Zhang Yinluo descended from the sky. She swung her battle axe and sent the nearest Black Armor Sergeants flying. The jet propeller turned around and slid to her shoulder, turning into a shoulder fireball cannon. She opened fire and sent another one flying. Then, she threw away the battle axe. Without saying a word, she picked up two rangers who were still fighting and threw them into a house. She did the same thing and threw two more people.
When the Black Armor Sergeants reacted, she laughed and opened her arms. The flamethrowers on both arms swept out a circle of flames, forcing the Black Armor Sergeants to retreat. Then, she soared into the sky!
"Master!
Do it! "
The nun who stopped the chariot picked up the Aluminum Heat Agent Heavy Machine Gun.
Known as the Fire God's Fury, it had a firing rate of 3,600 rounds. The bullets were steel balls wrapped in Aluminum Heat Agent. Once hit, it would break down and burn. It was the hero of the single firearms of the world.
The night wind, armored soldiers, blades, and blood. Her beautiful hair and robe fluttered in the wind. Master Sanzang held the most efficient single killing weapon in the Divine Power of Flames. Six slender and cold iron barrels were aimed at the Black Armor Sergeants who were in formation. She glared angrily and the six barrels began to rotate faster and faster, making a pleasant buzzing sound.
"Namo …" The supreme Buddhist inner strength activated the Lion's Roar, activating the killing moment of Vajra's Fury. Master Sanzang roared, "Amitabha … Buddha …"