Chapter 133: Sixth-Generation Liquid Sentinel Robot
Amid the billowing dust and sand, innocent civilians were caught in the crossfire.
For once, Allen said nothing. He stood there with a blank expression, silently observing everything.
Truth be told, he hated the idea of wiping out the masses. Even ants had the right to survive.
Back when he decisively pledged allegiance to Apocalypse, it was actually a roundabout way of preventing mass slaughter.
In the movies, Apocalypse once turned an entire nation's capital into sand to build a pyramid, killing countless innocent people in the process.
That's why Allen had been bluffing from the start, doing everything he could to keep Apocalypse from taking action.
As the sandstorm raged on, part of a hidden underground structure was exposed.
Apocalypse frowned slightly. He couldn't disintegrate the building—just like the Sentinels, it had anti-transmutation features.
This was the data processing center, Trask's main base. Naturally, it was outfitted with tech specifically designed to guard against mutants.
At that moment, Trask and his five top executives had already fled to a secure bunker.
Simultaneously, Skynet connected to various mechanical weapons and launched a defensive assault.
Several anti-aircraft cannons were deployed.
With infrared targeting capabilities, the rotating barrels locked onto the airborne group, spewing streams of deadly fire.
A barrage of bullets poured down like a torrential storm.
The relentless hail of bullets pounded the surface of Apocalypse's force field.
The impacts, concentrated on multiple points, sparked brilliant flashes.
Even someone as powerful as Apocalypse had to concentrate to maintain the field.
Archangel and Psylocke stood nearby, visibly terrified.
Unlike Apocalypse, they didn't have any absurd healing factor—a single thumb-sized bullet could be fatal.
Allen, not one to play hero, immediately ducked behind Apocalypse.
Classic strategy: let the boss take the hits, and step in when it's time to claim credit.
"Well, thank God I can't die. I've never been afraid of death," Wade said nonchalantly.
If not for the group mission, Deadpool wouldn't have even bothered showing up.
Bringing a sword to a gunfight? That was cancer-cell-level stupid—and unfortunately, those hadn't spread to his brain yet.
"You're all talk and immortality, nothing more," Allen quipped.
"You're just jealous," Wade shot back. "I get to die however many times I want. You? You only get one shot."
"How cruel. So envious. I'm literally turning green with jealousy."
Allen grabbed his hair, looking like he was about to lose it.
"Really? Let me see."
Wade leaned in, squinting expectantly.
"Dude, are you trying to be Constantine now? Do you want to sleep with everything that moves?"
Allen gave him a look of pure disdain.
"Speaking of Constantine," Wade said, stroking his chin, "didn't you say you had a pet shark once? Sounded a lot like DC's King Shark—Nanaue, right? I heard Constantine had a thing with him."
"Sh*t, classic Constantine. Truly a role model. A pioneer of cross-species, pansexual love."
Allen looked genuinely impressed.
"You're messed up. Admiring someone like that?" Wade gave him a disgusted look.
"You saw through me. I feel so ashamed… and weirdly excited."
"…"
Watching Allen's complete lack of shame, Wade finally surrendered—this guy was unmatchable.
No one else could really join in their conversation. Unless your brain was just as broken, you couldn't keep up.
Deadpool's regeneration was like an unbeatable cheat code. Even Apocalypse sometimes looked on with envy. If only the power didn't come from endlessly replicating cancer cells, he might've already set up a ritual to possess that body.
Back on the ground—
Apocalypse remained on high alert, worried that even the slightest distraction would break his defense. There were dozens of mutants around him—if he, their leader, couldn't shield them, he'd lose all credibility.
At the same time, he had to admit: he had underestimated the power of technology.
Apocalypse gave Psylocke a look. She understood instantly and summoned a sword of energy, slashing open an entrance in the wall.
This place heavily suppressed elemental mutants. A specialized interference field made it difficult to use ranged elemental abilities, though close-range, body-linked powers weren't affected.
Which made sense—if the Sentinels could copy elemental abilities, surely Trask's team had developed corresponding suppression tech. It just hadn't been miniaturized enough to install on every Sentinel yet.
But if that day ever came, it would truly be the end for mutants.
The data center spanned multiple floors and was structured like a 3D labyrinth—undoubtedly filled with traps.
"Leader, I'm on the fifth floor. I hear six heartbeats."
One of the mutants had the ability to detect sound waves, allowing him to locate enemies by listening for even subtle noises.
"Find them. Kill them."
Even Apocalypse felt uneasy about these enemies—their threat level was comparable to the Dark Phoenix.
"Leader, I hear a large number of robots approaching."
The moment the words left his mouth, the entire group tensed up.
From the moment they stepped into the facility, Skynet had been monitoring their every move.
Red signal lights lit up across all the robots on every floor.
The battle-hardened mutant elites sprang into action. Some raised shields, others relayed intel, while the heavy-hitters prepared to attack.
"Target intrusion detected. Initiating destruction protocol."
Suddenly, a treaded assault robot rolled into view, armed with twin rotary Gatling guns, unleashing a torrent of bullets.
One mutant crossed his arms, generating an invisible barrier that blocked the barrage as he advanced.
"Push together!" Allen shouted.
While the wall could stop the bullets, the sheer force of impact made it hard to move forward.
Immediately, four buff young men stepped up to help push him forward.
"I can't take it anymore! This thing's rattling my bones!"
The mutant maintaining the barrier was shaking so badly his nose started bleeding.
At the crucial moment, Apocalypse stepped in and took over with his own force field.
If there weren't an interference field, he would've just crushed the robot into the concrete with a flick of his wrist.
Suddenly, a shadow darted past—twin arms like spears stabbed into the robot's transmission axis.
"Don't panic! Friendly!"
Allen saw the green signal lights in the Sentinel's eyes and immediately guessed it was Dr. Zola's doing.
He leaped forward, drew his pig-slaying knife, and brought it down in a single, clean arc.
[Killed X0305 Unit. EXP +800]
Maintaining his dramatic pose, Allen said, "Quick, ask me what kind of knife this is."
"What kind of knife is that?"
"A pig-slaying knife."
"…"
Dr. Zola retracted his arms, voice urgent: "No time for jokes. I just discovered Skynet is uploading data into the sixth-generation Sentinel body!"
"Sixth-gen, huh? Sounds nasty." Allen sheathed his knife, still unimpressed. "I'll just cut the power. Let's see it try to move then."
"The sixth generation is a nanotech liquid robot with infinite self-replication. If that upload completes, none of us will be able to stop it," Dr. Zola said grimly.
"…Okay, yeah, that's nasty."
Allen suddenly realized the liquid robot was probably like the TX Terminator—able to regenerate by absorbing material. He offered a bold suggestion: "Doc, how about you hijack its body? One of those 'cuckoo in the nest' deals."
"I already told you, damn it—my computing power's crap! Controlling one Sentinel is already pushing it. You want me to take over a high-end model?"