Arknights, reincarnated as a cat

The thick leaden clouds were like a giant palm hanging over the sky, slowly pressing towards the warriors.

boom -

With a crackling thunder, heavy rain fell from the sky to the earth.

Heavy raindrops fell on the ground, and a burst of water mist rose, instantly blurring the view of the fighting knight.

The sound of rain mixed with thunder made the supposedly quiet night extremely noisy.

It's like the restlessness of millions of people.

The wind carried the cold rain and penetrated into the knight's body along the gaps in the armor.

While taking away a lot of heat, it also cooled down their already blazing fighting spirit.

The knights who had just lost two commanders and dozens of comrades in the battle with Xuan Tie noticed something strange about the heavy rain.

They move closer to each other to protect against possible ranged attacks.

collapse--

A crisp sound sounded among the approaching knights, and at the same time, one knight fell to the ground and let out a wail.

The people around looked around and saw a broken leg that was exuding cold air and wrapped in armor and was frozen on the ground. Its owner had already fallen to the ground and was struggling to get up.

The crisp sound just now was the sound of the armor breaking off after it reached its cold resistance limit.

From being eroded by the cold air to breaking his leg, it only took a few seconds.

The strange attack method made the temporary commander feel a chill. Silently, he lost a combat unit on his side, and it also attracted their attention.

"Scout Knight! Find the caster! The caster must be nearby! Gunner! Ready to fire at any time!"

The temporary commander issued the order, and several reconnaissance knights spread out, following the bunker, looking for the figure of the spell caster.

The commander watched the figures of several scout knights disappear into the rain. After waiting for a full minute, no scout knight reported their progress. The commander couldn't help but said in the communication band: "Scout knight, report the situation! "

There was silence in the communication band.

The temporary commander knew that he had lost several good investigators.

The lower limbs of knights were constantly being frozen into blocks of ice, breaking off from their bodies as they moved.

The team seemed to have encountered a cold poison that slowly eroded from an unknown source.

"Damn it!"

The interim commander felt that the team was clearly being targeted.

If they could get away from this strange rain, maybe they would have a chance to mount an effective counterattack.

He decided to let the artillery blast a way out first.

Perhaps the shock wave generated by the explosion can interfere with the spellcasting of the warlock hiding in the dark.

However, when the artillery fired the shells from the barrel, everyone was shocked and desperate.

It should have been shot at high speed, but everything stayed in mid-air.

They could even see the vapor from the cool rain falling on the hot shells.

Then all the cannonballs turned around and fell towards them.

boom boom-

A series of explosions sounded in their ranks, and the temporary commander watched helplessly as the artillerymen at the rear of the ranks were overwhelmed by artillery fire.

At the same time, the cold air was still eroding their team. Some of the knights were knocked to the ground by the shock wave. When they got up, they found that their legs had been separated from their bodies.

The opponent's spell is strong enough to capture the cannonball, and so far the shadow of the caster has not been seen. Such a warlock is undoubtedly beyond the standard in such a small-scale battle.

The war knights now have a clear view of the situation.

They were actually dead when the rain fell.

Some people are alive, but already dead.

This sentence is really suitable to describe them.

Who can stop such a warlock from killing them?

Fear spread among these rotten war knights, and soon some knights couldn't help but run back.

But after running a few steps, several sharp water jets shot out from the rain curtain, cutting through his armor like a hot knife cutting through butter, cutting off the escaping knight at the waist.

The knight wailed and tried to crawl out, but the vital blood flowed out of the wound quickly and mixed with rainwater and flowed into the sewer.

He died not long after he climbed out.

It was still raining.

All the fighting knights here know that their death has come.

"Line up!!!"

Under the pressure of death, the temporary commander was ready to give it a go. He called on the warrior knights who were still able to move to form a charge array.

What the knight is best at is charging.

Although, they were charging in the direction they were coming from.

Their behavior is undoubtedly deserters.

But he told himself and his comrades around him that facing an invincible enemy was called strategic transition.

"charge!"

Following the temporary commander's order, the remaining knights began to follow his strategic turn.

The shadow of death hung over them, and everyone turned around desperately.

People kept falling, but no one dared to stop.

After the temporary commander finally broke out of the rain, he looked back.

There was no one around him, and nearly three hundred of his colleagues fell into the rain.

Those with missing arms and legs kept wailing.

Without the noise of the rain, he could hear his own heartbeat beating wildly.

He didn't dare to stay any longer as there was a risk of being killed at any time, so he had to keep running back.

"Oh, this is the lackey of capital?"

A sneer made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He saw, on a street lamp not far away, a creature emitting red light and a strange golden fire, looking down at him.

An ice spike shot down from the streetlight and pierced the sole of his foot in the blink of an eye, pinning him in place.

He let out a scream and subconsciously tried to pull out the ice spike, but the temperature of the ice spike was much lower than he thought. His hands were already frostbitten after just a few seconds of contact.

At the same time, he also discovered that the sorcerer who frightened them was this creature standing on the street lamp.

"Just let me go! I can give you a lot of money!"

"As long as you let me go, I can give you a lot of money."

The creature on the street lamp said quietly: "That's what you want to say."

He noticed that the creature said the same thing to him at about the same time.

Judging from its understatement, it must be that it doesn't like money.

His mind was spinning rapidly, and he had already thought of the key to the matter.

That is, both this creature and the assassin from the beginning came to protect Lot Zero!

So he showed an expression that was even more flattering than fawning over the dead commander.

"As long as you let me go, I can tell the big shots above that we have defeated the rebels and the Commercial Federation will not take action against Lot Zero again."

"Rebels?"

The creature on the street lamp tilted its head and glanced at the fighting knights in the rain curtain.

"Rebels, I've taken care of them."

call--

A whirlwind bombarded the temporary commander, blasting him back into the rain. Then dozens of extremely sharp water knives cut off his bones, cut open his body, and chopped him into pieces.

"How dare maggots negotiate terms with me?"

Thick leaden clouds dropped countless wild red currents, striking the knights who fell to the ground.

Regardless of whether they were dead or not, their bodies were turned into a pile of ashes under the crazy electric light, mixed with rainwater, and flowed into the sewer of Lot Zero.

The rain curtain dispersed, leaving only the armor that melted into a puddle on the ground.