Chen Feng looked back at the fragmented tiger corpse in the starry sky.

He activated a small range of brainwave communication, regardless of whether the other party could hear it.

"Brother Hu, thank you very much. You held it back and bought me a lot of time. You turned into a demon warrior, very handsome. Leave the rest of the matter to me."

The last few words that Ding Hu was thinking about just now were completely captured by Chen Feng's battlefield information collection equipment, and he heard them all.

Chen Feng couldn't describe how he felt.

He could hardly remember how many times he had witnessed Brother Hu's heroic sacrifice with his own eyes.

Reason told him that he should be numb, but his emotions still always gave him the same pain.

People with true humanity will not become numb machines through repeated death and witnessing death, but will only fall into endless anger again and again due to accumulated unwillingness.

The ruthless killing machine and the crazy avenger seem to have the same purpose, but in fact they are completely different.

Chen Feng, who was in armor, raised his head slightly, and one face after another that seemed real or fake, familiar or unfamiliar appeared in front of his eyes.

The words that went through Brother Hu's mind before he died were of course his last words.

It's just that no one should be able to hear these last words.

I heard it myself.

I don’t know if it’s Brother Hu’s luck or my own luck.

It's more likely to be unfortunate.

The explosions in the starry sky are still continuing, and countless warriors are still being torn apart, chopped into pieces, and swallowed by the explosions.

Battleships, fighter planes, battle armors and human remains are flying everywhere in space.

This huge meat grinder battlefield seemed to turn into a dark cloud.

Waiting for the war to end, no matter who wins or loses, these human-like and inhuman wreckage and bones may accompany the universe to the end of the world, or they may be involved in comets, travel around the universe, or they may become a war for other civilizations to visit in the future.

The relics may re-condensate into a planet orbiting the sun, and a new civilization may be hatched again in an unknown number of billions of years.

Who knows?

This... is a war belonging to the space age, right?

Human beings are really humble, just like ants whose nests were flooded during the process of reclaiming paddy fields.

If ants also had feelings, they would definitely bite their teeth with hatred.

However, humans can never understand the anger of ants, and people with compound eyes may not be able to understand the anger of humans.

But so what?

I said that as long as I have breath, my anger will not go away.

My anger exists only for me.

You just have to bear my wrath.

Let’s see what poisonous ants look like!

Chen Feng took a deep breath.

The pupils suddenly exploded.

With extra power output, his pitch-black armored figure drew a huge arc in space.

At this time, the weapons in his hands had been replaced by two long whips.

The string energy war blade had been destroyed by the slash just now.

"Fanxing, turn on the overload mode of my armor, and all energy supplies will be overloaded by 50%."

"The overload mode has been turned on, and the damage to the armor is 1%, 2%..."

"Remind me if the damage exceeds 70%!"

The next moment, forty-eight metal whips were shot out from behind the 12-meter-tall Chen Feng armor.

These long whips move flexibly, spitting out electric rays, and physical toxin bombs quickly gather at the top of the whips.

Chen Feng's face was flushed inside the armor, which was caused by high-energy fever caused by the excessive speed of brain calculations.

After turning on the overload mode, the armor can finally perfectly match his arousal level of 38.91%.

Every structure inside the armor, every energy infusion and transfer, and a total of fifty whip-shaped weapon systems are all under the subconscious control of his brain.

On ancient battlefields, the most ruthless ones were sword-wielding warriors.

The sword is about opening and closing widely, moving forward in an indomitable way.

The highest state of a swordsman is the integration of man and sword.

Chen Feng is not a swordsman, he practices various types of individual armor.

His equipment has evolved from the most primitive large-scale battle armor with purely mechanical structure to today's Galaxy Battle Pill.

Ever since he put on armor and went into battle, he has died on the battlefield every time.

He has mastered the control of almost every generation of armor to perfection, and facts have proven that the hard work of the past will never go in vain.

Even though the equipment that he used to be obsessed with on the battlefield has long disappeared in the turbulence of the timeline, the valuable operating experience left by these former "comrades" for him is still condensed in him and has never left him for a moment.

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The body and mind are integrated, the heart and armor are integrated, and the armor of others is integrated!

What he used at this time was all his fighting talent and potential, including his absolutely keen sense of smell, super-fast reaction time, and perfect intuitive prediction.

The brainwave instructions he transmitted to the armor amounted to tens of thousands per second, and he controlled all the details of the entire equipment to the extreme.

The antimatter biological enzymes in the Mars power chamber tremble crazily under the stimulation of micro-current, secreting out positrons one after another, which converge into the energy chamber and release huge energy in successive controllable explosions.

The electrical energy in the Dyson bio-battery surges out like a flood, rushing through every superconducting circuit of the Galaxy Armor.

The warp-like engine made a sizzling sound, and the power was completely at the output critical point.
Chapter completed!