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Chapter 1517 Hate Attack
It flexibly evades missile tracking and uses its own weapon system to fight back.

However, there were too many missiles and one eventually managed to hit it.

With a loud bang, the iron suit was engulfed by the flames of the explosion, but fortunately, it delivered the message in time.

At the same time, on the battlefield on the ground, the combination of Iron Monger and Tyrant Werewolf was like two roaring war machines, launching a frenzied massacre against the Iron Armor Legion.

The Iron Monger is equipped with a tank-derived weapon system on its body.

Its main weapon, the 37mm Gun M5 cannon, is a specially modified light tank gun that can fire a variety of types of shells, from high-explosive shells to armor-piercing shells, to meet the combat needs in different battlefield environments.

These shells can release huge amounts of energy when hitting the target, and neither solid bunkers nor lightly armored targets can withstand their fierce bombardment.

Although the penetration power of the shells varies depending on the type of shells and the thickness of the target's armor, even when facing enemy units equipped with advanced protective measures, the 37mm Gun M5 artillery can demonstrate sufficient power to easily tear through the defense and give the enemy a fatal blow.

Its firing rate is even more astonishing. It can fire a large number of shells in a very short period of time, forming a dense fire network that leaves the enemy nowhere to hide.

In terms of auxiliary weapons, the Iron Overlord is equipped with a 7.62mm coaxial machine gun and a 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun. These two machine guns, with their accurate shooting and powerful firepower, have become the Iron Overlord's right-hand men in dealing with infantry and low-flying targets.

The 7.62mm coaxial machine gun, with its stable rate of fire and high hit rate, can effectively suppress enemy infantry on the ground, while the 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, with its powerful penetration and shooting height, has become the best choice for dealing with low-flying targets such as helicopters and small drones.

The battle continues, and under the precise control of Jarvis, the Iron Armor Corps demonstrates amazing flexibility and coordinated combat capabilities.

They were like a group of well-trained warriors, using terrain and cover for rapid movement and fire support, and engaged in a fierce battle with Iron Monger and Tyrant Werewolf.

However, faced with the almost indestructible firepower of Iron Monger and the almost crazy attacks of Tyrant Werewolf, the Iron Armor Corps began to seem powerless.

The Iron Overlord's 37mm gun is like a roaring beast. Every time flames spurt from the muzzle, it is accompanied by a roar like the shaking of the earth's crust and a brilliant burst of fire.

The shells streaked across the sky, leaving trails of death in their wake. They accurately penetrated the iron armor's defenses like the god of death's precise arrows.

At the moment of the explosion, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the shock wave spread in a ring shape, tearing the originally indestructible battle suits into pieces. Metal fragments scattered like raindrops, and the blazing light and gunpowder smoke intertwined into a doomsday picture.

Those iron armors that managed to avoid the baptism of artillery fire were immediately caught in the death barrage woven by the Tyrant Werewolf M60 machine gun. Accompanied by the low and powerful roar of the anti-tank gun, each shell was enough to make the strongest defense tremble.

Hundreds of Tyrant Werewolves, their figures looming in the artillery fire, together with the ten Iron Overlords weaved an impeccable firepower network. The iron armor seemed fragile under this dense barrage of bullets.

Bronsky walked slowly through the hail of bullets, as if all the noise had nothing to do with him. His steps were steady and his eyes revealed an indifference that was detached from the battlefield.

His two men followed closely behind, their bodies gradually changing as they moved, their muscles swelled under their skin, their bones crackled, as if some ancient power had awakened in them. Eventually, they transformed into two huge, hideous giants, more than three meters tall, covered in bone spurs like hellish rocks, their flesh and bones fused in a strange way to form an indestructible exoskeleton structure that supported their huge bodies.

Hate Warriors, this is the name Bronski gave them, and it is an extension of his power.

The two abomination warriors stood like mountains, easily grasping the attacking iron armor in one hand each. With just a slight squeeze, those high-tech armors shattered like fragile eggshells, making a crisp and desperate sound of metal breaking.

Bronski nodded with satisfaction. Although these abomination warriors were not as powerful as him, they were enough to crush all enemies on the battlefield.

However, the process of creating these hateful warriors was not easy. Bronski had to endure countless blood draws, each of which was enough to put an ordinary person's life in danger.

Fortunately, as his physical strength continued to increase, his hematopoietic function also became abnormally vigorous, which allowed him to hold on.

Of course, all this is inseparable from the support of the big boss Samuel Stern, who not only regularly injects Bronsky with blood cloned from the Green Hulk, but also exposes him to gamma ray radiation to ensure that his body does not degenerate due to massive blood loss.

Today, Bronski's strength is far beyond what it was when he first appeared, more than ten times stronger.

Each of his punches and kicks contained enough power to shake mountains.

When he kicked open the gate of the base, the heavy steel door was torn open as easily as a piece of paper. The steel armor behind the door was already on standby, and the light of missiles and energy cannons instantly illuminated the entire space.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

The sound of missile explosions and the roar of energy cannons intertwined, flames shot up into the sky, and shock waves rolled like waves, destroying everything around.

However, in the face of this destructive force, Bronsky seemed like an invincible god.

He transformed into abomination, his green skin glowing strangely in the firelight, his muscles coiled like a dragon, he stretched out a huge green arm and easily brushed away the oncoming missile fragments, as if they were just insignificant dust.

The shock wave generated by the explosion created layers of air waves around him, but he stood firm like a rock, and even the corners of his clothes were not blown away.

The attacks of the Iron Man suit were in vain to him. Neither the bombardment of missiles nor the shooting of energy cannons could leave any trace on his body.

And those who tried to approach him in their iron armors were swept away with a slight wave of his hand, tumbling in the air like kites with broken strings.

A cruel smile appeared on Bronski's lips, and he enjoyed the pleasure of crushing everything.

(End of this chapter)