Chapter 465: Revenge of Sirius

Zhang Siqian's reply was not loud, and there was not even much emotion. However, Wang Zhifan felt very heavy in his heart and fell into an unspeakable silence.

"A grain of ashes of the times is like a mountain when it falls on ordinary people..."

He couldn't help but think of such a sentence in his heart, and began to understand its meaning.

In fact, strictly speaking, Zhang Siqian is not a truly ordinary person in this world.

He has been involved in Confucianism since he was a child. He has acquired the sixth level of acquired cultivation at a young age. His life and marriage are both smooth and happy. There are too many common people who do not even have acquired cultivation and their lives are not as satisfactory as him.

But obviously, in the context of the catastrophic invasion of the demon world, his experience was no different from that of the lower-class civilians, and even had worse luck. His whole family was killed by the demon, and he was the only one left alive, so he became so crazy. It’s also easy to understand.

"Daozhang Wang, thank you for saving me just now. Unfortunately, I have nothing left and can't repay you... I still have some things to do, so I'll say goodbye."

Seeing that Wang Zhifan didn't speak for a moment, Zhang Siqian, who looked like a crazy man with disheveled hair, was about to turn around and leave. He held the curled sword in his hand and planned to continue fighting with the demon in the ruins of Shuqiu City.

It could be heard from his words that he had already guessed that Wang Zhifan had saved him just now and saved him from death at the hands of the demon general, but he still didn't care and didn't care about his own life.

"Zhang Siqian! Isn't it good to be alive?! Your deceased family would probably be even more sad if they saw you like this!"

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan from behind raised his voice and shouted. He knew in his heart that such a person could not be persuaded, but he still couldn't help shouting.

Hearing Wang Zhifan's words behind him, Zhang Siqian slowly stopped.

He didn't look back, but a hoarse voice with a bit of lifelessness still came from the front:

"Daozhang Wang, I'm already like this, what's the difference between living and dead... Now I just want to avenge my parents and wife, and then go underground to reunite with them..."

After saying that, he stepped forward again, walking towards the depths of the dilapidated ruins that emitted the fishy smell, with the same hesitant pace as before.

At this point, generally speaking, there is no need for Wang Zhifan to continue to interfere with others. Everyone has their own destiny and choice, and others have no right to interfere forcefully.

But Wang Zhifan felt a little unhappy and did not choose to leave silently.

He stood there, staring at the man in front of him who was about to die, feeling his physical condition, and found that he was just as he said, and he was not far away from death.

From his body, Wang Zhifan sensed a variety of rioting forces, including the body's blood that was forcibly stimulated to the limit by drugs, unknown skills poured into him from the outside world, and crude methods that were squeezing all his potential.

It is the combination of these messy tiger and wolf things that makes this once gentle scholar become like a madman. The only advantage is that his strength has improved a bit, but it is not too much. He is not There is no direct breakthrough from the acquired sixth level to the innate level.

"He is really ready to reunite with his relatives... I didn't expect that he would witness the death of the first NPC he knew after not seeing each other for a few months... It's really unexpected."

After thinking about it, Wang Zhifan from behind calmly followed him. He planned to send his friend off for the last journey, even if he was just a bystander.

Not long after, Zhang Siqian in front encountered a group of demons again. These demons must have been attracted by the previous movements. There were about thirty in total, but the strongest individual strength was far from the level of demon generals.

So in the ruins, a new war broke out again. Zhang Siqian, who was not afraid of death, showed great bravery. The blood in his body exploded, and the curled sword in his hand danced like a strong wind. He fought against more than thirty ferocious demons with one person. With multiple wounds all over his body, he barely managed to eliminate all the enemies.

But by this time, his severely overdrawn body could no longer hold up. He walked a few steps and staggered to the ground, gasping for breath. It seemed that he wanted to rest for a while before dying in a dignified battle.

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan appeared from the dilapidated building on the side and said:

"Mr. Zhang, your body is reaching its limit, and your sword is already very blunt. If you continue to fight, you will die in a blink of an eye."

Zhang Siqian was slightly surprised by Wang Zhifan's reappearance, but he felt the concern from his friends. A scary smile suddenly appeared on his face with bulging veins, and he responded with a smile:

"Haha! Mr. Wang, death is a relief for me! Please witness my final revenge!"

After saying that, he took out a small gourd from his clothes that were full of blood and dust. He opened his mouth and was about to bite off the stopper of the gourd and drink it for himself.

"Drinking strong medicine again? I dare say you will die immediately after drinking this medicine!"

Wang Zhifan couldn't help but couldn't stand it, and instantly activated the source of ice to stop him from drinking the medicine.

Because his perception told him that Zhang Siqian's current body had reached its limit. If he drank any more stimulating drugs, he would die suddenly on the spot, and there would be no final revenge.

However, Wang Zhifan is not the type who likes to forcefully save people. After explaining his reasons for stopping the other party, he then gave a better final revenge plan, which made Zhang Siqian, who was stagnant and unhappy, have bloodshot eyes. Doubts arise.

"Mr. Zhang, I think your last wish is to kill all the demons in Shuqiu City with your own hands, right?

But you must also know that this is no longer possible in your current state. Not to mention that there are still thousands of demons in this city, there are still two demon generals!

But I can help you! Help you fulfill this last wish with your own hands! "

After saying that, Wang Zhifan took out a tall and wide single-soldier mecha from his personal space. It was the top-of-the-line combat mecha, Sirius, that he purchased from the urban planet world at a high price!

The mighty mecha landed steadily, and Wang Zhifan raised his hand to open the flip-up hatch, and pulled Zhang Siqian, who was sitting on the ground with a puzzled face, into the driver's seat!

"Master Wang...what is this for? What is this? "

For a moment, Zhang Siqian, who had dishevelled hair and a bohemian temperament, was at a loss for Wang Zhifan.

He didn't understand what Wang Zhifan was doing in front of him, and why he suddenly stuffed him into a huge steel creature with a rather strange shape. He immediately looked at someone with a serious expression outside the mecha driver's seat with bloodshot eyes in shock.

"I am helping you! Don't you want to destroy the demons in this city yourself? Now only this can help you achieve your wish!"

Wang Zhifan, who looked serious, first emphasized this major premise, and then, without waiting for Zhang Siqian, who looked puzzled, to understand the situation in front of him, he began to explain to him how to operate this mecha:

"These two iron rods are called pull rods. The left one controls the flight direction and speed, and the right one is used to launch the main shooting and slashing... This is the secondary shooting and special slashing, you shouldn't use it... This is the dodge action pedal, don't worry about it, just go head-to-head with the demon...

Remember, chase the demon and fire fiercely later, don't worry about anything else! Sirius is very powerful, and it won't take long to wipe out all the demons here! "

After a quick narration, Wang Zhifan quickly made Zhang Siqian speechless, who was full of confusion. He had never been exposed to such things as mecha operation before, and didn't understand what Wang Zhifan was talking about.

But Wang Zhifan didn't intend to let him go. He raised his hand and started the remote teaching mode of Sirius again, and then slammed the mecha hatch, leaving Zhang Siqian, who was destined to become a legendary mecha operator, in the cockpit.

In the following period of time, it seemed that Zhang Siqian, a native of the disaster realm, took over all the control of Sirius, but in fact, only Wang Zhifan had the highest authority over Sirius.

Wang Zhifan can still control Sirius through the micro-mecha control panel in his hand, and communicate with Zhang Siqian, who was a little at a loss inside.

In fact, Wang Zhifan is now This operation is very strange, almost on a whim, deliberately tormenting Zhang Siqian, a poor guy who is about to die.

But his inner starting point is indeed good, he wants to use the Sirius mecha to help Zhang Siqian, and help this friend complete revenge in his last moments of life.

After all, there are still many demons outside. With the remaining power of Zhang Siqian, it may be difficult to kill one or two ordinary demons. Even if he is given a magic weapon, it will not change much.

But Sirius is different. If the combat mecha produced in the high-tech world is just running normally, the requirements for the operator are actually very low. It is enough to control the movement and fire. It is the only existence that can allow this native of the disaster to achieve revenge in person.

So in the following time, under the tough promotion of Wang Zhifan, Zhang Siqian, who was confused in the combat mecha, gradually Gradually, he sensed Wang Zhifan's seriousness, understood Wang Zhifan's intentions, and began to calm down and learn to control this strange steel creation that was beyond his cognition.

Seeing that he accepted his arrangement, Wang Zhifan did not say too much nonsense. He knew that his friend was in poor health and there was not much time left, so he only explained a few functions that Zhang Siqian would use next and let him start to control it.

At the same time, Wang Zhifan did not forget to use the source of ice to freeze the demons approaching one after another, so that they would not interfere with the current teaching, and at the same time keep their lives for later use.

This period of time did not actually last long.

After the initial misunderstanding and unfamiliarity, Zhang Siqian, a Confucian scholar with normal intelligence, soon understood what he was doing and knew his every move. Any movement can make the giant iron man wrapped outside the body take corresponding actions, which is equivalent to a special puppet weapon, and the speed of getting started can't help but increase sharply.

Under Wang Zhifan's suggestion, he directly learned the simple control of the mecha flight mode, and then roughly mastered the mecha's long-range firing and close combat killing functions. After a little familiarity, he drove the Sirius into the sky and officially started the massacre mode.

The first batch of mechas controlled by Zhang Siqian were naturally the demons who were frozen and controlled by Wang Zhifan before.

Under the sweep of electromagnetic machine guns and high-energy lasers, these ordinary demons were even more fragile than thin paper, and were torn into charred tiny fragments by the terrifying firepower in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhifan, who was holding the micro-mecha control panel on the ground, heard the excited roar of someone in the mecha.

"Ah!!! Die! All of you die!!! Taoist priest! This iron man is so powerful!!!"

"Haha, I knew that no man could resist the charm of mecha! Even the natives of the non-technological world can't!"

On the ground of the ruins, Wang Zhifan, who followed in a low profile, smiled.

He already knew that Zhang Siqian had completely understood the violent aesthetics of mecha and began to indulge in it.

This also made him realize that he didn't need to stare at the mecha control panel in his hand, because Zhang Siqian had now become a real mecha pilot.

The subsequent situation really verified his idea.

After the first wave of killing demons, Zhang Siqian seemed to have mastered the trick, and his control level of Sirius quickly improved to a higher level.

Not only did he control the mecha to fly faster and faster, he also began to make some maneuvers that Wang Zhifan did not teach, as if he was playing excitedly.

He made great progress in the use of weapons. In addition to the previous main shooting, he also used secondary shooting weapons such as tracking missiles and micro-nuclear bombs to blow up the demons in the ruins without leaving any residue. It can be said that the degree of violence is rising steadily.

So much so that Wang Zhifan, who was following behind, felt a little scalp numb and wanted to remotely lock some of the weapons in the mecha, but in the end he did not do so, allowing this native friend to vent and squander in the last time.

The earth-shaking noise in the ruins of Shuqiu City soon attracted the attention of the two stationed demon generals.

They had never seen an existence like the Sirius mecha.

One of them was so scared that he turned around and started to run away, and he didn't have the courage to take the micro-nuclear bomb.

The other one was a bit more courageous, but when it quietly approached the Sirius mecha within a kilometer, it was blasted into slag by Zhang Siqian's main shooting with the highest intensity.

At the same time, the one who escaped was also caught up by the tracking missile and also blasted into pieces.

In short, in front of the top-equipped single-soldier mecha from the urban planet world, the so-called demon generals and ordinary demons were no different, and they were all killed instantly.

This made Zhang Siqian, who was controlling the mecha, a little irritable in the end. He originally wanted to use the high-frequency vibration of the mecha to greet his enemies, but unfortunately they didn't give him a chance and couldn't hold on until the mecha got close.

Finally, when all the demons in the ruins of Shuqiu City went to the west, Zhang Siqian controlled the mecha to land, forced his trembling body to leave the cockpit, and met Wang Zhifan for the last time.

"Master Wang, thank you... I have no regrets anymore, it's time to go downstairs to reunite with my parents and wife..."

The wish was fulfilled, and Zhang Siqian's body, which had been destroyed to the limit, finally fell down.

In the last short moments of his life, he looked at the tall mecha next to him, with a somewhat intoxicated smile on his face, and murmured:

"It's... called... Sirius? What a... good name..."