“Swoosh—bang!”

After taking just a few steps, Carl was hit head-on by a magic cannon.

The violent explosion halted Carl's forward momentum and his external armor also suffered some damage.

But thinking that there were still many enemies around, Carl still gritted his teeth and continued running.

As the operating time increases, Carl's control over the mecha becomes more flexible.

Spin, jump, and roll.

Shells exploded around him, sending ice chips flying.

However, the damaged parts on the mecha gradually increased as he got closer to one of the armored ships.

Seeing that Carl was about to reach another ship, a psychic immediately shouted: "We must destroy him on the ice. If we let him board the ironclad ship, we will soon lose another one! Turn the ship that is not frozen by the ice! He is buying time for that ship! Go attack that ship!"

After saying this, the psychic took the initiative to teleport to the ironclad ship where Carl was about to land to provide reinforcements.

The other psychics also knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so they teleported over as well.

So, when Carl grabbed the edge of the boat and jumped up, he saw dozens of psionicists floating in the air.

'Move like a tide, acceleration, multiple attacks'

Subconsciously, Carl directly activated his own characteristics and spells.

The images transmitted by the sensor suddenly became slow, and Carl's brain and nerve reflexes were operating at a level far beyond normal.

Waving his battle axe, Carl jumped on the spot and launched a leap attack at a psychic.

But just as the mecha moved, black tentacles covered with black hair suddenly emerged from the deck.

The tentacle directly bound the legs of the mecha, causing Carl's original attack to fail.

Knowing that he was ambushed, Carl gritted his teeth, turned his head and chopped at the tentacles.

The red flame spurting out of the battle axe was extremely hot, and the black hair on the tentacle was directly ignited by just contact.

As the mecha gradually gained strength, the tentacles were cut off one after another.

But just as Carl was breaking free from his restraints, the psychics on the opposite side were also preparing spells.

Just as he made some progress, he felt dozens of balls of exploding fire elemental energy taking shape.

"Fireball?"

Turning the scene, Carl immediately saw the fireball condensed in the psychic's hands.

What made Carl even more upset was that he saw that the other party was casting spells with the help of a magic wand.

Thirteen spellcasters each cast a fireball spell. After this round of attacks, even an adult red dragon would have several scales shattered by the explosion.

Carl, who was controlling the mecha, leaped with all his might, but he didn't even try to get ahead of himself and rolled to the side.

He knew that the warlocks had locked onto him with their psychic powers, and unless he ran several hundred meters away, he would not be able to dodge the fireballs.

But this is what he wants!

That is, at the same time as Carl rolled out, the warlocks' fireballs were formed at the same time.

The blazing fireball shot out guided by psychic energy, targeting the Optimus Prime mecha that had not yet stood up.

But just as the fireball was about to hit, the huge mecha disappeared from its original location and then reappeared at the place where he had just cut off the tentacle.

Warp Boots, a magical item that allows the wearer to teleport within a 15-foot radius of where they step.

At the same time, this is also one of the infusion abilities of the artificer.

The distance of 15 feet is not close, but it is enough to avoid the direct power of the fireball.

The violent explosion instantly destroyed the deck. Carl controlled the mecha to stand up again, and then took out the electromagnetic cannon again.

"Kill one if you can. Kill one and you'll break even. Kill two and you'll make a profit!"

The blinding electric light reappeared, and an electromagnetic cannon powerful enough to break the sound barrier fired out.

The warlocks who had been on guard against Carl were ready to flash away as soon as Carl stood up again, but some of them still underestimated the power of technology.

The flying saucer-shaped shell created a sonic barrier cloud as it left the muzzle, and the air currents around it tore apart everything around it.

Those warlocks who teleported away in time were lucky enough to escape the disaster, but the three warlocks who were slightly slower were swept into the airflow caused by the shells and then directly torn apart in the sonic barrier cloud.

Warlocks were not known for their physical fitness or defensive abilities, and they were almost killed the moment they were caught in the aftermath of the artillery shells.

At this moment, these psionicists clearly understood why the artificer was called the battlefield butcher.

Artificers have always been committed to using limited strength to create nearly unlimited destructive power.

"Attack! Attack! The move he just used needs to be recharged! He won't be able to use it again in a short time!"

After a brief moment of fear, a Half-Inspired Warlock roared in anger.

They didn't expect that Carl would still kill three of their colleagues under such circumstances.

Their psychic powers could easily scan Carl's exact location inside the mecha.

Carl, who was about to dodge, suddenly felt dazed, and some blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth and nose. He was hit, and not just once.

"Fortunately, my psychic powers still have a certain degree of protection, otherwise, I would have died here just from the mind wedges of these warlocks!"

Activating the warrior's energy recovery feature, Carl pretended that he was unable to control the mecha due to the attack and took the opportunity to repair his injuries.

The scene was quiet for a short time, but several warlocks who had experienced Carl's fighting power still cast the monster summoning spell, trying to destroy the mecha that seemed to have stopped working.

Just then, Carl moved again.

The Sky Comet Dragon Axe that he had been holding in his hand flew out, and the spinning axe blade and the spewing flames became a deadly attack, cutting the two warlocks in mid-air in half.

Blood soaked the deck like rain, and the psychics' most handy Mind Wedge was once again aimed at Carl and released.

But the mecha's fist had already aimed at one, two, and three people again! "Ola Ola Ola!"

Although he no longer has the benefits of acceleration and action tide, Carl still calls out the movement that is only manually dubbed in specific circumstances.

One after another, the Mind Wedges hit Carl, and one after another, the Iron Fists hit the Warlock.

Carl was gambling, gambling that he could kill these warlocks before he died, or gambling that these warlocks would collapse and escape because of his attack.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Three flashing sound effects were heard in succession. The three warlocks could not bear the pressure in their hearts and were teleported to other ships.

And the psychic who had always shown great courage was among them.

How could the warlocks who were left behind have imagined that their once strong battle line would suddenly collapse?

In shock, the spells they were originally casting suddenly became stuck.

They got stuck, but Carl didn't.

He raised the mecha's hand and a beam of lightning suddenly released.

Third-level spell, lightning bolt.

The power of this spell is actually similar to that of Fireball, but its speed is incomparable to that of Fireball.

A warlock who was about to escape was immediately electrocuted and his whole body became numb. His brain stopped working and he fell from the air to the deck.

Unfortunately, his posture was a bit problematic and there was debris below him, so half of his body was cut off by the iron sheet and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

After dealing with the warlock who was the farthest away from him, Carl immediately stood up and picked up a long piece of metal beside him.

He didn't know what this thing was, but the Sky Comet Dragon Axe fell on the ice, and now it was the only thing he had that could serve as a weapon.

As Carl swung it, the long metal bar instantly turned into a deadly weapon and was thrown towards the four warlocks who remained on the ship.

These four people originally wanted to flash away, but their levels were not as good as the three who escaped, and their proficiency in flashing was also not as good.

Carl's interference prevented them from concentrating on using their psychic powers, so they had to respond hastily.

In the distance, cannon fire sounded again, but Carl no longer had the mind to care about it. He just focused on chasing and killing these warlocks.

One, two, three, when the metal strip was thrown like a javelin, the fourth warlock had died at Carl's hands.

Leaping off the ironclad ship, Carl quickly ran to the place where the Sky Comet Dragon Axe fell and picked it up.

The floating gun behind him rose again, and he jumped out of the mecha directly, re-entered the Sky Comet Dragon, and flew towards the three armored ships heading towards the warships of Hope and others.

This action was done quite covertly. The ironclad ship frozen in the sea did not notice the departure of Carl for a while and was still trying to attack the mecha.

Carl flapped his wings and flew under the sea, took back the Iron Ant, and headed towards the three ironclad ships.

He paralyzed the three armored ships in the same way, then jumped out of the water again and summoned the mechas that were under fire to the ship on this side.

The three ships that left the fleet did not have any psionicists on board, but Carl preferred to believe that they had died in the confrontation with him just now.

At this time, Carl's mecha had been severely damaged, with large areas of dents on its surface and some joints unable to rotate, so its combat effectiveness was quite limited.

After struggling to kill all the men on the three ships, Carl quickly used his repair skills to try to repair the mecha while taking advantage of the hard-earned opportunity to catch his breath.

The three iron ants also broke away from the bottom of the ship again, replaced the rune plate with repair magic, and helped Carl repair the mecha.

But the better the material, the more troublesome it is to repair. After more than ten minutes, except for some unimportant parts that were restored to their original state, the more important joints were still stuck.

"Relax, they have lost so many people, they shouldn't come any further. If it were me, I would have stayed put at this point."

Although he comforted himself in this way, Carl knew that the possibility was very low.

The fleet suffered such heavy losses that the remaining three psionicists would have to try to kill him as a record if they wanted to return to Dalkar or Ruiyi Dror.

Even five-star General MacArthur could not bear the responsibility for the failure of the war, and it is very likely that these people will be no exception.

(End of this chapter)