390: Chapter 318: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind (Five in One)_7 390: Chapter 318: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind (Five in One)_7 âHmph, do you think youâre the only one with supporters?â
Vox said coldly.
In fact, in order to deal with Quentin, he had spared no expense, requesting the help of the King to purchase these Third Generation Mechas.
Quentinâs face turned extremely ugly as he involuntarily stepped back.
Although the troops he had sent out to intercept might not be entirely annihilated, it was clear they wouldnât be coming back to reinforce him.
âFather, thereâs no need to waste words with him, letâs take him on together and finish him off!â
Monica raised her Beam Sword and said.
âAlright!â
Vox nodded in agreement.
Then they rushed toward Quentin, with Monica making the first, fierce swing of her sword.
Quentin swiftly dodged.
But the next second, Jason and Jenny attacked from the left and the right, brandishing their weapons in sweeping motions.
Quentin raised his weapon to block!
The entire Mecha kept retreating, and at that moment, Vox seized the opportunity to charge forward, raining down a blow on Quentinâs head.
Quentin hurriedly activated the Energy Barrier!
Crack!
The Beam Saber hit the Energy Barrier, shattered it to pieces, and then Vox swung down another Beam Saber.
Quentin dodged to his limits, but still, he was a second too late.
Crack!
His entire left arm was cleaved off.
He frantically controlled the Mecha to retreat!
But Monica and the others had no intention of letting him go and rushed to finish him off.
However, just at that moment, everyoneâs scanners suddenly emitted a shrill alarm.
Vox and the others were startled and turned to look around.
They saw Iron Heads, Iron Knights, Grey Hawks, Iron Guards, and other Mechas, totalling more than a thousand, surrounding them completely.
Then the encircling Mechas parted to create a path.
A twenty-meter-tall, custom Red Slaughter Mecha covered in red metal armor, with a pair of red Mechanical Wings embedded on its back and a Black Star painted on its chest, holding a Particle Light Sword and fitted with a Fission Power Device, emerged, followed by five Third Generation Mecha·Green Wings.
âDefense Squadron!â
Jason and others exclaimed in shock.
They recognized at a glance that these Mechas belonged to the Kamorden Base Cityâs Defense Squadron.
Voxâs face suddenly looked very ugly, the Defense Squadron showing up at this critical time; he was not naive enough to think they were there to help him.
But Quentin, seeing these Defense Squadron members, immediately burst out in laughter.
âHaha!
Looks like Lord Boyleâs troops have arrived, now Iâd like to see how youâll kill me today?â
At this moment, Quentinâs remaining subordinates gathered around him.
Vox and his people didnât dare to be rash.
Quentin then controlled his Mecha, flying over with his many subordinates and landing in front of the Red Slaughter Mecha, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said,
âLord, why did you arrive so lateâŠâ
Inside the Red Slaughter Mecha cockpit.
Lord Boyle was elegantly cutting up an egg with a knife and fork, completely ignoring Quentinâs questioning.
Once he finished his last bite, he took a silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth and then placed it on the plate.
Immediately after, Boyle pressed a button on the console, and a panel on the right side of the cockpit opened, with a mechanical arm extending out to take the plate away.
At that moment, Lord Boyle looked up, controlled the Mecha to raise its Particle Light Sword, and directly drove it into the cockpit of the Ghost Slayer Mecha, piercing through Quentinâs body.
âThe thing I hate the most is people disturbing my meal!â
Quentin had a look of astonishment on his face until the very end.
âBoss!â
Quentinâs subordinates, seeing this scene, were all dumbstruck.
But before they could comprehend what was happening, Boyleâs underlings began to control their Mechas and charged forward.
Snap!
One Mecha after another was slain.
Vox and the othersâ hearts gave a fierce tremble, each feeling like they were facing a formidable enemy.
âWhy canât you two wild dogs just be obedient?
You donât even have the consciousness to act like dogs, barking all day long, disturbing my sleep.
Since you love barking so much, Iâll have to send you on your way, let you bark as much as you want underground!â
Lord Boyle said, his eyes were ice-cold.