Chapter 188: Please Escape Sir
Faced with the genuine threat of death, No. 01 let out a feral, guttural roar, one that echoed like the cry of a tiger. The sound was deafening, but what followed was worse.
Pop! Pop!
The tumors on the creature's shoulders burst open, spraying dark, viscous liquid in every direction. The strange, almost living substance defied gravity, writhing and flowing toward the stumps where its arms had been severed. Fibrous black threads began weaving themselves together at an astonishing speed. Within seconds, it became clear—No. 01 was regenerating its lost limbs.
Inside the Apex Mk-2, warning lights flashed, and a robotic voice echoed in Zack's ears: "WARNING: Jet temperature critical!" The prolonged use of high-power rays had pushed the armor's palm emitters to their limits. The air around the emitters shimmered with heat, and Zack could feel the temperature rising.
"Fine, fine," Zack muttered, temporarily cutting off the pulse rays to allow the jets to cool. No. 01, sensing an opportunity, raised its head mid-healing. Its grotesque, half-burned face twisted into something resembling a grin as its exposed skull began regenerating flesh.
"Oh, you're laughing?" Zack scoffed, his irritation mounting. "Laugh all you want, pal. I've got more than just one way to roast you." The chest plate of the Apex Mk-2 shifted, and a high-power impact beam emitter emerged.
BOOM!
A beam of blinding energy, as thick as a human arm, erupted from the center of Zack's armor, striking No. 01 square in the chest. "And while I'm cooling down, what are you waiting for?" Zack growled. The moment the chest beam stabilized, the wrist-mounted lasers roared back to life.
Buzz!