This is really not mechanical ascension Chapter 380 - 380 204 Handicap Yourself, You Guys Fight Firs

380: Chapter 204: Handicap Yourself, You Guys Fight First 380: Chapter 204: Handicap Yourself, You Guys Fight First In the confined space, silence prevailed, save for Rob’s sinister laugh echoing around, while his cyclopean companion Froza stood stiffly nearby, staring at the now seemingly crazed Rob.

“That was the great chanician, just like that, killed?”

“This wasn’t part of the plan at all,” he trembled, foreseeing the massive uproar this event would cause.

Sislang bared his teeth and held a chanical rifle across his chest, eyeing Clint and the others intently.

“You’re asking for death!” Clint bellowed, unstoppable rage rising within him.

He hadn’t expected Rob to go berserk so suddenly, to kill Azure Dragon straightaway, and what surprised him even more was that the great chanician Azure Dragon showed no intention of resisting.

Weren’t the reports about his strength substantial, his developnt not less than 60% complete, and especially proficient in speed?

How then was he simply captured?

“Could it be because he had just killed that chanical Transformation on the ground, and thus was injured?”

His mind was in disarray, uncertain how to explain this when he got back.

Rob continued to sneer, “Had you not suddenly torn up the agreent, I wouldn’t have killed him.”

Yet Rob was unconcerned; his objective was solely to “set up the Reassembly Fabricator.” If he could take the great chanician Azure Dragon with him, he would; if not, there was only death.

Squish!

He withdrew his armblade, but the nearby Froza suddenly widened his lone eye, exclaiming in shock, “Rob…!”

Clint also stopped abruptly, his face a mix of surprise and uncertainty, as he watched the body of Azure Dragon on the ground dissipate and dissolve, ultimately dispersing into a pool of light that vanished completely.

A flicker of doubt crossed Rob’s expression, “This isn’t his real body?”

Then everyone noticed, there was indeed no blood on Rob’s armblade.

It was just that the shock of the mont had distracted them from noticing earlier.

Even though the sensation of piercing flesh had been so real, the sight before them forced Rob to feel the humiliation of being fooled.

“Where is he!?” he growled, reacting swiftly, dashing through the hole in the vault, with Flora right on his heels, her heart leaping.

Clint quickly followed suit, the three of them moving with purpose and caution, observing the vault through the hole from a distance.

“Gone?

How can he be gone!” Rob looked around warily, a great unease rising in his chest.

“The man has disappeared?” Clint was equally dumbfounded, signaling his n to hold back for the mont as the voice of the Dinsional Gods remained silent.

He too was now at a loss.

“Boss, maybe he’s not here, is he?” Froza ventured cautiously.

“Impossible.

We saw it clearly from the control room; it’s here!” Froza insisted before coldly turning to Clint and the others, “Your target has vanished, mine too, do we still fight?”

Clint hesitated then shook his head; it wouldn’t be wise to continue the fight with both their objectives gone.

“He can’t just disappear out of thin air,” soone from Clint’s side said sonorously.

“Of course he can’t just disappear out of thin air!” The trio erged from the laboratory, Clint slowly retreating, his towering figure sweeping his gaze left and right, “Huo Tan’s body is here, which proves that when Huo Tan ca down, he was still here.”

“The upper seal was broken open by us; he couldn’t have exited that way.

If he didn’t go up…”

Rob’s gaze gradually settled on the lower tal plate sealing the narrow elevator shaft, “Then there’s only one possibility.”

He threw a blazing fireball that exploded with a bang on the tal plate, scattering tal fragnts and revealing the floor with obvious cut marks.

Clint’s eyes flickered.

He was indeed below.

Rob’s forehead was furrowed; sothing felt very off.

Erging from the vault, the guy’s priority wasn’t to flee, but rather to go down?

“Down there is probably the Collector’s storehouse,” ca a voice from Clint’s channel, “This great chanician is way too greedy.”

“You guys go first,” said Rob, expressionless.

Clint gestured; a person in promotional armor cautiously stepped forward, crouched over the tal plate, and observed: “There’s no trace of thermal cutting, no energy reaction?”

“As expected of a great chanician…”

“Are you over there praising him?” Rob said impatiently.

The person carefully tapped along the edge and peeled off the circular tal plate stuck to the bottom, pulling out a tal fiber wire from his armored wrist and gingerly extended it inside.

“Environntal data is normal…” he stood up and was the first to jump in, and Clint glanced at Rob before following.

Rob hesitated for a mont, kicked Froza in first, and then followed.

Three against three, each side with clearly defined positions, exchanged surreptitious glances before turning their attention to the semicircular opening at the bottom of the door.

“He’s got so nerve…” Froza muttered, his throat moving, his sole eye glowing green.

The Collector’s treasure trove—who wouldn’t want it?

Especially for raiders like them, it was a deadly temptation.

Even now with the situation unclear, they couldn’t help but feel an irrepressible greed welling up inside them.

“You go first,” Rob said, but this ti, Clint’s trio remained motionless.

That Azure Dragon was likely waiting right behind the door.

The hole was too small; if they were to crawl in, it would be difficult to adjust their posture quickly and they might be susceptible to a sneak attack.

“Let’s join forces and break the door first,” Clint said gravely.

Rob snorted but didn’t object.

Even though he couldn’t wait to kill the other party, he had to cooperate for now.

“He’s already made a cut; if we follow this opening and rip it open forcefully, it might be easier,” one of Clint’s n suggested.

Rob took a deep breath, his skin suddenly igniting in intense flas, and palm-sized scales erged all over his body, with an even longer, two-ter tail growing behind him, its tip like a flail burning with flas.