Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

Luca, who was finally able to take a break, sat next to Oleg with his upper body naked. Rows of blisters had appeared on his toned body.

Especially on the right chest and back, where the well-developed flesh and the mechanical arm meet, a circle of blisters as big as a little finger was directly burned out.

When he leaned against the uneven wall of the mine, his blisters were burst, and the water carried sand and gravel, mixed with blood, and flowed down the muscle lines on his back.

Seeing this, Oleg patted him on the shoulder.

"It's going to get infected."

"Don't be afraid. With Dr. Natasha, I really can't do it anymore. I've been playing hard all afternoon. Let me rest."

Looking at Luca leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, he did not continue to persuade him and closed his eyes to rest.

No matter what, he didn’t listen anyway, so Oleg couldn’t hold his head and persuade him.

After all, he is a journeyer and has a strong physical constitution. This small blister will be cured in a few days if it is cleaned.

Seeing this, the rest of the Earth Fire members followed suit and all sat down to rest.

When Joshua arrived with the backup team, he saw everyone leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, some with their heads raised and snoring, and some with their heads down and coughing.

After Xia Zhihui removed the bus responsible for outputting signals, he quickly climbed out of the device and looked towards the open space downstairs.

In the open space at the entrance of the castle, four mechanical palms had hit the ground heavily, as if they had been forcibly shut down.

Shivaro also looked up at Xia Zhihui, and the two met their eyes.

Xia Zhihui showed a big smile to Shivaro, as if he was a healthy and happy young man who was harmless to humans and animals.

Shivaro's red light camera head showed no emotion. He just stared at Xia Zhihui for a few seconds, then continued to look at Xing and the others.

The four mechanical arms that had just fallen to the ground made a clicking sound and were suspended in the air again.

Seeing this, Xi'er raised her head and shouted.

"What's going on! Can you do it?"

Ok?

How can you ask that?

Xia Zhihui was excited and replied.

"He is now a robotic arm controlled by his own central processor. The operation capacity is full. Fight quickly!"

As for the question of whether it would work, he avoided answering.

Fortunately, no one cared about this. Dan Heng turned his spear and stabbed Swaro first.

During this siege, everyone clearly felt that the fighting intensity had dropped.

The number of hits on Shiwaro's armor increased, and Shiwaro's counterattacks became more straightforward. Dan Heng felt the most obvious. The cooperation between the two mechanical palms was not as tacit as before, and there was lag from time to time, hindering teammates.

Xia Zhihui was sitting on the roof watching the show. He could hear the sound of the machinery running in Shiwaro's body, and even saw white coolant vapor emerging from the back of Shiwaro's neck.

"Quick! Continue to hold him back and increase his strength!"

"He's almost red-hot!"

As a prototype during the war hundreds of years ago, Shivaro was invented mainly to perform the duties of personal protection rather than combat.

Therefore, the loaded signal transmitting instrument can only cover a certain range.

He usually sits in the castle and commands the ownerless automatic soldiers in the entire lower area, all because he can rely on this ancient signal transmitting device to amplify his will and send it to the entire lower area.

The same was true for the initial command of the four mechanical palms, which were commanded through the signal transmitting instrument on the roof of the building.

At that time, he only needed to connect the signal transmitting instrument and send out a signal to transmit information.

Now that Xia Zhihui had pulled out the tube, he had to separate four signals of different frequencies to command the mechanical palm. The calculation amount that was originally one suddenly increased to four. For Shivaro running at full speed, This means that the operating frequency of the main body must be reduced.

The continuous fighting also overheated his core, and even the coolant was boiling.

The higher the full power operation, the higher the heat will be. When the heat is high, the autonomous protection mechanism will be activated, thereby reducing the operating power.

Simply put, the higher the CPU power, the lower the CPU power.

Now Swaro is in this state, processing five tasks in multi-threads, and he is so busy that he is full of steam.

Dan Heng was the first to understand this method of combat. As long as he dragged Shivaro to high temperature and overload, he would win without a fight.

He couldn't help but glance at Xia Zhihui sitting on the roof in surprise, and instantly increased the speed of his shots.

"Increase attack frequency!"

Now it is completely unimportant whether he can break through the defense. Even his spear technique has become a combination of virtual and real, advancing and retreating.

But Swaro couldn't gamble, he could only protect every move.

Under the leadership of Dan Heng, everyone squeezed out every ounce of energy. After a few minutes, they successfully caused Shivaro to overheat and shut down.

His huge figure knelt directly on one knee on the open ground, lowered his head, and streams of white heat radiated from the back of his neck, quickly dissipating in the cold air.

Several people gathered around him, trying to take out his memory core.

The sound of pattering footsteps came, and Clara, who was sent into the castle by Bronya, came down from the stairs and stretched out her arms to block Swaro.

"Please...please don't hurt Mr. Shiwaro, he is no longer capable of fighting!"

Clara's eyes were red, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and her watery eyes made people feel distressed.

Natasha put down the charging cannon in her hand and nodded to everyone, who all recovered their weapons.

"Clara, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

Xia Zhihui stood on the top of the building and shouted to the people below.

"Sambo, pick me up!"

After saying that, he turned around, spread out his arms, and fell backwards in a cross shape.

Before Sangbo could move, Xi'er had already rushed out, jumped, and hugged Xia Zhihui like a princess.

Xia Zhihui subconsciously wrapped his arms around Xi'er's neck, his face full of confusion.

What about Sambo?

Where is Sambo who is so big like me?

I just don’t want to climb up and down anymore, so why am I being rescued by beauty?

Seeing Xia Zhihui dazed in her arms, Xi'er blushed and threw her away after standing firm.

Boom!

With the sound of landing, Xia Zhihui woke up, patted his butt and stood up.

Natasha knew that with his physical condition, it would be no problem if he was thrown away, but she was still concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just don't understand why she wanted to throw me away."

"You're clinging to her and she won't abandon you? Oh, you're covered in dust. Remember to take a shower and change clothes when you go back."

Looking at Natasha who cared about him like a mother, Xia Zhihui nodded.

He knew that he was in ashes, so he called Sangbo to take over, but Xier actually rushed in front, which was a bit unexpected.

Several people looked at Swaro again, who was kneeling on the ground and constantly restarting. Clara had already put on gloves, opened the back cover of Sivarro, and was replacing him with new coolant.

The new coolant had an immediate effect, and in less than a minute, Swaro successfully restarted and stood up.

When I got closer to Bi, I realized that he was really tall and generous, much taller than Sambo, the tallest person in the crowd.