Within the narrow face armor, the intense gunfire reverberated repeatedly in Lorenzo's ears, nearly robbing him of his hearing.
After a moment of suppression, the pirates gradually launched a counterattack. They carried various modified firearms and fired at the Black Angel, countless bullets striking the cold armor and sparking.
The Black Angel raised its arm, slender and sharp iron feathers grew along the edge of the arm, spreading to the shoulders and underarms, gently caressed by the sea breeze, they swayed slightly like thousands of suspended blades.
"It's here!"
The pirates exclaimed.
The sound of a heartbeat roared, pumping violent blood to every inch of flesh, the revived flesh drove the mechanics, in turn, propelling this forbidden armor.
The Black Angel moved swiftly, carrying barely any armament to maximize mobility, like a delicate and deadly dagger.
