Chen Feng never stopped predicting while watching the battle.

He would provide reference information to the commander and improve his subconscious deduction ability through continuous training.

Now he was sure that in 0.37 seconds, a blade mantis would fold into that area and try to kill the warrior whose colony magic battle form was an eight-meter-long iron-armored tiger.

He wanted to wait for the mantis to catch the cicada.

The dual-power engines of the Mars power warehouse and the Dyson biobattery worked at the same time, and the forward speed was increased again.

In fact, most of the Galaxy War Maru can use dual power, but the performance of the dual-powered curvature engine is too strong, and even with the assistance of artificial intelligence, ordinary warriors cannot control it.

The performance of Chen Feng's special armor is several times that of ordinary warriors, and he still can't control the energy supply with his normal level.

But he didn't deliberately control it accurately at this time, just left everything to instinct, which was a bit like sending and receiving at will.

This is what makes him different from other warriors of this era.

Only a few people can achieve the extraordinary performance state in a short time, but for him, it has been trained to be a routine operation like eating and drinking soup.

The battle blade held by Chen Feng's armor hands was charged to the extreme.

The double blades brought two water wave-like space cracks in the air.

String energy and physical toxin particles filled the blade of the battle blade.

The two different killing energies collided, broke, released energy, and tore the space apart under the attraction of the force field.

The battle blade in his hand is still one of the strongest equipment of mankind, filled with the strongest energy.

He will maintain this speed and pass under the starry sky, and use the battle blade to chop off the legs of the blade mantis.

Chen Feng did not expect that his two swords could chop the opponent to pieces.

He also locked three other directions at the same time and transmitted the preview information.

After being hit by him, the blade mantis may fold to these three positions.

His current estimated hit rate is about 45%.

Then locking three 45% preview points at the same time, the success rate will be very impressive.

He is about to arrive.

The combat power of the warrior in tiger form is not bad.

Compared with Bainstar, his form transformation is more thorough, completely transformed into a tiger form, and no human characteristics can be seen.

This man should have been a genuine galactic warrior.

Although his armor had been blown to pieces by the particle vortex, and many parts of the colonial armor covering his tiger were also in tatters, he could still crawl forward in the universe from time to time, and roar from time to time.

At first, he just roared simply, flapping his claws like an ordinary tiger, and participated in some futile sieges. He was just lucky enough not to be targeted, so he survived the failed sieges again and again.

But later he found that his roar seemed to be special.

When he found a certain way to roar, circles of ripple light rings that looked like energy and substance would spurt out from his tiger's mouth, as if the plastic ring of a nesting doll was moving forward at the speed of light, and continued to expand to a diameter of several kilometers.

The gravity conditions within the range of the aperture cage will change dramatically, as if someone is randomly flashing a black hole inside, causing the intensity of space chaos to be at least a hundred times greater than the space chaos shells of the Star Cannon.

When the blade mantis is covered by the aperture cage, its stiffness time will be extended from one thousandth of a second to one hundredth of a second.

One thousandth and one hundredth may seem like a millimeter difference, but in fact, there is a world of difference.

Two of the three blade mantises that humans just destroyed are directly related to the newly developed talent of the tiger warrior who gradually awakened his potential in battle.

Then Chen Feng judged that he would definitely be the focus of the blade mantis.

After all, things never happen more than three times.

Chen Feng didn't know who this warrior was.

Chen Feng was also very clear that this man had been targeted and he could not save him, so he could only increase the value of his sacrifice.

The plan was simple, using this comrade to kill another mantis.

The tiger could become the king of beasts because of its amazing hunting instinct and its nearly perfect body structure as a hunter.

The so-called hunting instinct includes not only the ability to attack, but also the ability to sense danger and seek good fortune and avoid danger.

He knew that his death was approaching, and the scales on his armor stood up one by one, like the fur of a cat facing a life-and-death crisis.

He was fully alert.

The armored tiger was all black, and its body was covered with a thin layer of curvature compression space and force field shield similar to that of the dragonfly fighter, which helped it to move irregularly in a small area.

His survival instinct was strong, but it was meaningless.

The next moment, a blade mantis jumped out of the starry sky, and then switched to regular maneuvers at half the speed of light, chasing, and its blade arm shot out, cutting towards the spine of the armored tiger's back.

Silently, the armored tiger was cut at the waist, and its lower body stiffened instantly, turning into a pile of dead things.

But the upper body of the tiger warrior did not die instantly. Instead, it turned around, opened its mouth, and tried to roar again, while stretching out its claws to grab the opponent.

The claws flashed with cold light, and a series of explosions began to spread from the claws to the tiger's front paws.

This warrior actually condensed a large amount of physical toxins secreted from his body onto the tiger's claws in advance, and no one knew when he completed the operation.

He was still fighting and struggling, trying to drag a blade mantis to cushion his back.

The blade mantis slashed the second knife in the chest with an expressionless face.

The tiger's claws were broken.

The other blade arm pulled diagonally from the bottom to the top, and the upper body of the armored tiger was cut in half at a 45-degree angle.

"Who... who am I? What am I doing? What's going on?"

A remnant of consciousness suddenly emerged in the Iron Tiger's brain.

In the midst of his life-and-death struggle, the Tiger Warrior's mind was briefly revived and his human thinking mode was restored.

The human brain thinks really fast, as if it were electrified, and a flood of disturbing thoughts surged in his mind, and he remembered a lot of things.

"I'm Ding Hu, a galactic warrior of the Human Defense Force. I serve in the First Military Region's Broken Cauldron Corps as a deputy commander. I'm also an instructor, usually training new recruits, and the warriors serve as captains."

"This is our battlefield. Most of my comrades in the Broken Cauldron Corps have already sacrificed their lives. I should have died with my comrades, but because my superior Chen Feng was not on the command ship, my other companion Ye Luming was the first to die, so I had to stay in the Broken Cauldron Corps' command ship as acting commander."

"Now the Broken Cauldron Corps is no longer a structure and no longer needs a commander. I transformed myself into a Colonial Demon Warrior and came here with more than 20 million other comrades to fight the Blade Mantis."

"I am a tiger, a tiger with special powers. Now, it's time for me to die heroically. Oh, by the way, what did I just do?"

"Haha, I killed two of them. Hahahahaha! Linbu, you rookie, I told you to look down on me. Do you think you are so great just because you have a high level of awakening? Obviously, I am more powerful!"

This person is Ding Hu.

Brother Hu's consciousness began to laugh wildly, indescribably proud.

At the same time, his body was still driven by instinct, trying to make a final roar.

In an instant, the Blade Mantis slashed again.

This knife split the huge tiger head in half.

But his dying thoughts did not dissipate immediately, and were still violently active.

As the old saying goes, when a person is dying, he will look back on his life. This is sometimes true and sometimes not.

At this moment, Ding Hu's consciousness, which had not yet dissipated in his mind, was completely open and free.

He seemed to be talking to himself.

"I know I am weak and insignificant. I always like to brag, but in fact my fighting ability is not even on the list. I also know that I came here to die." "

But I am not ashamed! I am lucky enough to be Chen Feng's instructor. I am the instructor of the strongest warrior in human history. I have no regrets in this life! I will die if I die!" As

his consciousness sank, the world "in front of" Ding Hu was gradually shrouded in darkness.

It's a long story, but in fact, only 0.37 seconds have passed since Chen Feng set out.

At this moment, Ding Hu "glimpsed" a black shadow flashing below from the corner of his eye.

Immediately afterwards, a violent explosion exploded from the feet of the Blade Mantis.

The black shadow quickly went away, and the figure of the Blade Mantis disappeared from his sight again and appeared in another place.

Three huge beams of light came from afar, each locking onto a different direction.

The Blade Mantis, which had just completed the jump, was covered by one of the giant cannonballs the moment it reappeared.

Under this strong and dazzling light, Ding Hu "saw" the distant black figure clearly.

It was Chen Feng.

You went out.

One strike and you succeeded.

You are worthy of being me.

You are worthy of being my most proud apprentice.

Goodbye...

Chen Feng turned around and looked at the shattered tiger corpse in the starry sky.

He turned on a small-range brainwave communication, not caring whether the other party could hear him or not.

"Brother Hu, thank you. You held it off and bought me a lot of time. You look very handsome in the colonial magic war. Leave the next thing to me."

Chen Feng's battlefield information collection equipment captured the last few words of Ding Hu's random thoughts just now, and he heard them all.

Chen Feng couldn't tell what he felt.

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

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

People with true humanity will not become numb machines after repeated deaths and witnessing deaths, but will only fall into endless anger again and again because of accumulated unwillingness.

The cold-blooded killing machine and the crazy avenger seem to have the same purpose, but they are actually two different things.

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

The words that turned over in Brother Hu's mind before his death were of course his last words.

But no one should have heard these last words.

I heard them.

I don't know whether it is Brother Hu's luck or my own luck.

It is more likely to be misfortune.

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

The remains of battleships, fighter planes, armor and human bodies scattered everywhere in the space are flying around randomly.

This huge meat grinder battlefield seems to have turned into a dark cloud.

Waiting for the war to end, regardless of who wins or loses, these inhuman remains and bones may accompany the universe to the end of the world, or be swept up by comets and travel the universe, or become war relics for future civilizations to visit, or re-condense into a planet flying around the sun, hatching a new civilization after who knows how many billions of years.

Who knows?

This... is the war of the space age, right?

Humans are really humble, just like the ants whose nests were flooded by floods when humans were reclaiming paddy fields.

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

However, humans will never understand the anger of ants, and compound eyes may not understand the anger of humans.

But so what?

I said that as long as I have a breath, my anger will not disappear.

My anger exists only because of me.

You just need to bear my anger.

Let you see what a poisonous ant looks like!

Chen Feng took a deep breath.

His pupils suddenly exploded.

With additional power output, his dark armored figure drew a huge arc in the space.

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

The string energy battle blade had been destroyed in the previous chop.

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

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

"Remind me when the damage exceeds 70%!"

The next moment, forty-eight metal whips suddenly emerged from the back of Chen Feng's 12-meter-tall armor.

These long whips moved flexibly, spewing out electric light, and physical poison bullets quickly gathered at the top of the long whips.

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

After turning on the overload form, the armor was finally able to perfectly match his awakening level of 38.91% at this time.

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

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

The sword emphasizes opening and closing, and moving forward without hesitation.

The highest realm of a swordsman is the unity 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 armor with purely mechanical structures to the current Galaxy War Maru.

Since he put on the armor and went into battle, he has died every time.

He has almost mastered the control level of each generation of armor to perfection, and facts have proved that the sweat of the past has never been in vain.

Even if the equipment that once accompanied him on the battlefield has long disappeared in the chaos of the timeline, the precious operating experience left by these former "comrades-in-arms" for him is still condensed in him and has never left him for a moment.

The body and the mind are integrated, the mind and the armor are integrated, and the body and the armor are one!

At this time, he has brought out all his combat talent potential, absolutely sharp sense of smell, ultra-high-speed improvisation, and perfect intuitive prediction.

He transmitted tens of thousands of brainwave instructions to the armor per second, controlling every detail of the entire set of equipment with extreme precision.

The antimatter enzymes in the Mars power warehouse trembled wildly under the stimulation of microcurrents, secreting positrons one after another, converging to the energy warehouse and releasing huge amounts of energy in a series of controlled explosions. The

abundant electricity in the Dyson biobattery surged out like a flood, running through every superconducting circuit in the Galaxy Armor.

The quasi-curvature engine made a sizzling sound, and the power was completely at the output critical point.

The forty-eight metal whips behind him aimed at a certain point in front of him like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.