John widened his eyes and suddenly let go of one hand.
The machine gun of Chuan's descendant pounded against his chest, making it hard to breathe.
Igdrasir replaced the entire upper limb framework, with muscle bundles wrapped around alloy to offset a large amount of damage; otherwise, the blow just now would have crushed his heart.
John pulled out his bent arm and thrust fiercely at that face!
[Ah—bastard, die you! (Japanese)]
The skin and flesh of Chuan's descendant were cut by the iron shards, tissue fluid mixed with blood flowing out, trickling down the metal mask.
John was thrown away.
He left the battlefield, taking a few breaths, and also saw the enemy's condition clearly:
Chuan's descendant had transformed from a mechanical beast into a crawler, losing hydraulic modules; several mechanical legs could only move slowly. The waist turret seemed to be stuck with something, and both flesh and remaining structures were injured in irregular explosions.
