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Karenmu, this mechanical warrior monk has shown amazing strength and courage on the battlefield. He tightly grips his shield, like a fierce beast on the battlefield, fiercely charging at the attacking rat people, with enough force to push them stumbling back. Then, his mechanical arm swings a heavy hammer, each blow landing heavily on the rat people, splattering blood and staining the battlefield red.
In the midst of battle, Karenmu shows no fear. His mechanical arm appears even more powerful in the blood, as he seizes a rat soldier's spear and hurls it forward with force. The spear, like the scythe of death, cuts through the air, smashing a group of rat people in its swift shuttle, their screams echoing in the narrow battlefield.
This scene, like a heroic chapter in a war painting, Karenmu carved out a bloody path in the rat people's army. His body was covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, but his determination and courage burned like a raging flame, lighting the way for his companions. In this endless darkness and despair, Karenmu's figure became an enduring light.
John also performed astonishingly on the battlefield, holding a pistol in his hand like a messenger of death. Each bullet carried a cold determination and precise shooting skill. Under Karenmu's strong cover, John's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, quickly locking onto the heads of those extremely annoying rat soldiers. Shot after shot, each bullet hit the target with unparalleled precision, taking down the enemies one by one.
Not far away, the soldiers with heavy machine guns were preparing to open fire. Before they could react, John had already blown up their ammunition chamber. In that instant, a green fireball exploded like fireworks, tearing the soldiers apart, and sending fragments and flames flying into the air, creating the most dazzling scene on the battlefield.
John's figure appeared extremely firm and calm in the firelight. Every time he pulled the trigger, it meant the fall of a soldier. In this chaotic and bloody battlefield, John and Karenmu were like an indestructible line of defense, guarding their comrades behind them and fighting for victory.
Taktron swiftly deployed a small automated turret on the battlefield, and the mechanical hum immediately started as the barrel aimed at the oncoming hordes of rat people, beginning to fire energy blasts in rapid succession, helping to alleviate the overwhelming firepower. His movements were precise and strategic, showcasing Tau's inherent advantage in technological warfare.
However, as his gaze shifted to the struggling Alixia on the ground, a hint of unhideable concern appeared in his eyes. Alixia's face contorted, clearly in a fierce struggle with the chaotic power within her. For Taktron, chaos was a distant and incomprehensible concept. In the Titanium Star Empire, they were guided by technology and reason, inherently unable to connect with the non-material world, leaving him feeling helpless in the face of Alixia's current suffering.
At this moment, Taktron deeply realizes that the cruelty of war lies not only in physical harm, but also in the torment from deep within the soul. He stands by Alixia quietly, pondering if there is any way to help her. In this war against chaos, every warrior faces their own fears and challenges. Even the highly advanced Tau must admit their sense of powerlessness in the face of unknown forces.
Taktron squints, focusing on every move of Laplace, rapidly analyzing the situation on the battlefield, especially the scene where Alixia attempted to suppress Laplace with psychic energy. He knows well that traditional physical attacks seem ineffective in this battle against the chaos magician, and another way must be found to counter Laplace's magic.
Taktron A thought quickly flashed through his mind, if Alixia could interfere with Laplace's spellcasting using psychic abilities, then perhaps there was a technological method that could achieve a similar effect? He pondered whether there might be tools in his own equipment that could interfere with or disrupt magical energy.
Taktron Carefully examining the information panel on his arm armor, he couldn't seem to come up with anything effective to interfere with Laplace. At that moment, he looked at his own blue hand and realized something very important - wasn't he himself the greatest disruptor capable of severing non-reality layers?
Taktron's eyes flashed with a hint of realization. He knew deep down that as a Tau, he possessed unique biological traits—especially a natural immunity to chaotic forces. In this battlefield where chaos and order intertwined, his very existence was the greatest disruption to chaotic forces.
He carefully recalled the teachings of the Tau, the natural boundaries between their race and chaotic forces. Not only were they unable to touch the power of chaos, but chaotic forces also struggled to erode their souls and bodies. In that moment, he realized that he didn't need any external tools or weapons. He himself was the key to combating the influence of Laplace.
Taktron stood up, his gaze firm, and his blue palm gently placed on Alixia who was still struggling in pain, trying to use his Tau attribute to provide her with a bit of protection, isolating the erosion of chaos. At the same time, he also began to ponder, if he could get close to Laplace, perhaps his presence could directly interfere with Laplace's magical energy.
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