Chapter 481 You Are the One Messing with My Mentality, Right?

"Huh" He took a deep breath, Perturabo felt that he was already dizzy with anger, and the assimilation of metal and flesh all over his body was stinging unbearably.

He turned his eyes to the interior of the ship, and he watched the centurion bathing in the firepower of the Ironbone Guard.

"Wait. Something is wrong. Where is the weapon of this centurion? Dorn is not a guy who is keen on close combat, and his armor."

This centurion armor is solid! There is no servo system! There is no automatic loading system. This thing is like the armor worn by knights in ancient times, and it is supported entirely by the strength of the body.

"This is not Dorn. This guy is deceiving me, but his character and conversation." Perturabo was a little confused, and he suddenly had a little doubt about his judgment ability.

But no matter what, let the Ironbone Guard catch this centurion who is suspected to be Dorn first.

The Ironbone Guard responded to the order of their maker and aimed the weapons on their bodies at Lin Fan in the centurion armor.

These Iron Bone Guards do not have human appearance, but have an upper body equipped with a turret and missile nest under the support of an eight-legged base.

"Mission objective: capture."

The cold mechanical voice echoed in Lin Fan's ears. A series of heavy armor-piercing shells flew over, and Lin Fan dodged the Iron Bone Guards' strafing lightly.

"Your capture standard is really interesting." Secretly complaining in his heart, Lin Fan activated the space pocket made by Odmayer for him and took out a heavy and huge hammer from it.

The hammer 80 has been upgraded again in Odmayer's hands. Now the head of this huge hammer can be used as a gun.

For a hammer that can be used as a gun but does not have the appearance of a gun, Odmayer explained to Lin Fan like this.

"You will not get tired, and the gun will not interfere with your use no matter what it looks like."

For Odmayer's statement, Lin Fan said it made sense. For someone like him who does not get tired and has great strength, it is not important whether the gun looks like a gun or not.

Pressing this place to charge the weapon, Lin Fan thought about the method of use that Odemayer taught him, and put his hand on the handle of the hammer 80.

Lin Fan's hand was pinching a triangular protrusion, which looked like the design of a human-powered flashlight. However, the force of pressing down on this triangular protrusion was much greater than Lin Fan imagined. He had to press both hands together to make the triangular protrusion sink into the hammer handle.

The hammer head hummed, and the complex and extremely strong slow-speed gear inside was running under Lin Fan's pressure. Fortunately, Odemayer's technology in material synthesis is good, otherwise these gears will definitely break under such huge torque.

"I remember this is a highly compressed heat mass?" Lin Fan recalled how Odemayer introduced the nature of this weapon to him, raised the sledgehammer with both hands, and aimed at the Iron Bone Guard.

This. How to aim? Use the center point of the hammer? Or the position where the stick is inserted? Lin Fan was a little confused, but still roughly pointed at the Iron Bone Guard and shot.

A heat ball was emitted from the hammer head. Apart from the violent disturbance of the surrounding air, it was almost impossible to see what the hammer head had emitted.

If there was a thermal imaging device, it would probably be able to see this heat ball. It was bright red in the detection mirror, just like looking directly at the sun at close range.

The heat ball was somehow bound by Odemayer, and did not quickly emit fierce heat in the air. Instead, the stick held by Lin Fan became redder and hotter. It seemed that Odemayer did not make any heat insulation equipment for Lin Fan in order to save some effort.

The heat ball hit the Iron Bone Guard. It was not so much that Lin Fan had good aiming skills, but rather that the heat ball took the initiative to stick to the armor of the Iron Bone Guard.

The hard armor of the Iron Bone Guard turned red in an instant, and then the precision equipment inside it also suffered from the fierce heat. The coolant in the heat dissipation pipe could not withstand such high temperatures. One after another, the inside of the Iron Bone robot began to melt and burn, and the external armor was shattered by the scorching, and fell on the floor of the ship with a clanging sound.

Lin Fan used a sledgehammer to clear a path through the damaged Iron Guards. He knew Perturabo must be watching here, so he simply talked to himself in the air.

"Perturabo, you are still watching from behind? Why don't we have a good exchange?" Lin Fan said as he removed the Centurion armor on his body.

"You are not Dorn, why do you know Dorn so well? Are you his friend?" Perturabo's voice came, with doubt and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Friend?" Lin Fan thought about it. He had such a good relationship with the Emperor, and it was not difficult to be a buddy with Dorn. "He said he was my good brother."

"Hehe. Then you should bear the pain for Dorn first."

After Perturabo's cold words, Lin Fan felt thousands of dangerous red lines pointing at him.

My God, how many turrets did Perturabo set up.

Lin Fan just sighed in his heart, and then he saw various turrets extending from the wide corridor in front of him, and more Iron Guards were coming from afar.

"Well, it seems I have a lot of work to do."

Pouting helplessly, Lin Fan clenched the sledgehammer in his hand and rushed towards the rain of bullets. With such a dense firepower attack, dodging became meaningless.

All kinds of bullets and shells hit Lin Fan, making his body full of fragments and gunpowder. Lin Fan even felt that dense bullets hit his nostrils, and the bullets penetrated deeper and deeper with the little hits of the subsequent bullets.

He blew his nose hard, and a mass of mixed metal spurted out from his two blocked nostrils. Lin Fan used the sledgehammer in his hand to block his face so that the endless bullets would not drill into the various holes in his body.

What should I do with my ears? Lin Fan felt that his ears were getting heavier and heavier. God knows how many metal fragments were piled up in his ears.

"Perturabo, I say that you are just wasting ammunition if you keep fighting like this. Why don't you and I fight like real men?"

Lin Fan smashed the turrets and iron guards who attacked him, and shouted to Perturabo, but Perturabo ignored him and just used more and more automatic defense weapons.

Perturabo felt the strangeness of this man who claimed to be a friend of Dorne. His resistance to long-range weapons reminded him of the days when he dealt with Angron.

The help of the guy who was promoted to a demon was completely negative in terms of strategy and tactics. The killing without distinguishing between enemies and friends not only gave Horus a headache, but also was an uncontrollable unstable factor in Perturabo's battle plan.

But Angron, who was promoted to a demon, knelt down under his artillery fire. How long can you hold on? Even if these small weapons are useless, what about these larger weapons?

The imperial double-headed eagle, the right foot is decorated with sharp points. If the two feet are the same length, then this sky eagle is pointing to the great demon, Mr. Carlos.