The darkness was oppressive, and the air was thick with the smoke of battle.
Black fighter jets circled overhead, dropping bomb after bomb, utterly destroying the elegant, retro-style mansion below.
The assassins in black, wielding swords and guns, relentlessly pushed the survivors of the mansion deeper into the interior.
In the face of a one-sided situation, suddenly, streaks of silver-white light broke through the oppressive atmosphere.
A swarm of intelligent fighter jets, like a flock of silver eagles, took off from their hidden underground base and soared into the sky.
The streamlined body, surrounded by a light blue glow, exudes a sense of ultimate technology and power.
The aircraft formation soared into the sky in perfect unison, slightly adjusted its formation, and a high-tech buzzing sound suddenly rang out. Pale blue light cannons instantly shot out, raining down on the circling black fighter jets.
Deadly energy beams, imbued with a dense aura of destruction, struck the critical parts of the black fighter jet with unerring accuracy.
With a violent explosion, one black fighter jet after another turned into fireballs and disintegrated and disappeared in the air.
The dark night sky instantly transformed into a spectacular battlefield, a tapestry of black and white, a scene of carnage.
The silver fighter jets were highly maneuverable, had fierce firepower, and were clearly superior in performance to the black fighter jets.
The deafening light cannons ripped through the night sky like lightning, illuminating the entire battlefield.
One after another, black fighter jets were shot down, their wreckage falling from the sky into the wilderness below, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
At the same time, the scorched ground below trembled.
A legion of cutting-edge combat robots, each three meters tall, surged forth. Their armor, crafted from high-strength alloys, reflected a strange light from the sky, transitioning from dark gray to silver-white, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.
"It's Grandpa's No. 79 combat robot!" Xiao Fengyin exclaimed excitedly as she looked at the tall mechanical figures.
The reason they are called Combat Robot No. 79 is because these robots were created by Xiao Qianshan when he was 79 years old.
These robots possess the ability to think independently and have complex artificial intelligence systems within them, enabling them to react quickly to changes in their surroundings.
It not only possesses powerful computing and learning capabilities, but is also equipped with top-tier sensing devices and weapon systems, enabling it to maintain a highly efficient combat state under any circumstances.
The robot's tall, mechanical body stood majestically, its eyes, inlaid with blue LED indicator lights, flashed slightly as it rapidly analyzed and scanned the field.
An electronic sound cut through the air, and a pale blue sword blade and a light shield shot out from the mechanical arm.
The next second, blue flames erupted from beneath their feet, and the futuristic metal behemoths, crackling with lightning, surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing the group of assassins.
As the lightsaber, made of pure energy, was swung, it emitted a buzzing sound like electricity. The air around the blade seemed to be ignited, creating streaks of blue electricity and radiating a scorching heat.
The light shield is an energy barrier that can change shape at will, capable of absorbing and reflecting most physical attacks and energy shocks, making the robot almost impervious to blades and bullets.
With its steel body, powerful algorithms, and icy charge, Robot 79 gained the upper hand against the agile killer, and the situation on the field was reversed in the blink of an eye.
However, there were unexpected situations. Some killers with terrifying auras were still able to handle the attack of several robots with ease, and even managed to seize the opportunity to take the heads of the Xiao family guards.
In the midst of the tense situation, an elderly figure slowly walked to the eaves.
His appearance seemed to possess a magical power, abruptly ending all the chaos on the field.
All the assassins turned their hawk-like gazes toward him, their bodies tensing like a taut string.
Robot No. 79 also seemed to have received the instruction, and all of them kept their hand movements still.
"Father!"
"grandfather!"
"Master!"
As different names were called out, Xiao Yuxuan and the others quickly gathered around Xiao Qianshan.
"Father, you..."
Xiao Yuxuan frowned as he looked at Xiao Qianshan. In his memory, Xiao Qianshan had always been healthy and strong, and had never looked so pale and weak.
What has he been doing these past few days, staying indoors all the time...?
Although Xiao Qianshan's aged face was bloodless, his imposing and cold aura remained undiminished. The natural air of authority he exuded still made people dare not look him in the eye.
Ignoring Xiao Yuxuan's astonishment, he walked out from under the eaves with a cool expression, standing alone on the scorched earth, leaning on his cane, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire scene, as if waiting for something.
The field was completely silent; even the rapid beating of hearts could be heard clearly.
In silence, the wind blew and gradually rose, and the clouds began to surge, as if an invisible hand was pushing them from behind.
Suddenly, the dark clouds were tinged with an eerie purple, and instantly seemed to come alive, tumbling and swirling in the black sky, gradually forming a delicate and alluring face.
The outline of that face was indistinct, yet it possessed a captivating, mesmerizing charm.
His slender eyes were tightly closed, and below his nose was a faint smile on his lips, a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, exuding an indescribable mystery and eeriness.
Hehe~
A soft, effeminate laugh drifted on the wind, carrying an eerie and malevolent undertone that sent chills down one's spine.
The next instant, those long, tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a purple light exuding an evil aura poured out from them.
Like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or a meteor shower falling, it illuminated the earth with a purple glow.
"Xiao Qianshan, it's been a long time."
"What brings you here?" Xiao Qianshan's aged face was bathed in an eerie purple light. He slightly raised his eyelids to meet the eerie face with its interwoven radiance and asked.
Hehe~
"I want to borrow your life."
Ash Hall narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, and spoke in a gentle tone, but his words caused Xiao Yuxuan and the others below to be shocked.
"With someone as timid as you who doesn't dare to show yourself?" Xiao Qianshan remained extremely calm and sneered.
"Hehe~ It's not enough usually, but now..."
Ash Hall raised his long, thin eyebrows in an eerie way and chuckled softly: "You're probably just putting on a brave face by standing here. This is more than enough to send you to the afterlife."
Xiao Qianshan pursed his pale lips and said in a low voice, "You certainly have some tricks up your sleeve."
"Try to trip up those little guys, and then seize the right opportunity to come here and deal with me."
He paused, then asked, "But... even if you take my life, what will you gain?"
Ash Hall gave a sly smile: "That's none of your concern."
Xiao Qianshan lowered his gaze for a moment, then suddenly looked up to meet her bewitching eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Before that, answer one question for me."
"Hehe~ Go ahead and ask?"
Xiao Qianshan's fingers, gripping his cane, tightened silently. He stared intently at the giant face in the sky, a cold glint in his eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"Is my little one who went missing years ago related to you?"
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