"I really don't think you can destroy the world."
O'Connell slashed at Imhotep's neck with unmatched speed. This was experience he had picked up from playing games: whether facing zombies or mummies, always go for the neck.
Imhotep hurriedly dodged, then raised his right hand and grabbed O'Connell's arm, intending to drain his life force. The problem was that O'Connell now had a mechanical body. Where was he supposed to get any life force?
O'Connell cut off Imhotep's right hand with a backhand slash, then pressed his advantage, thrusting his sword at Imhotep's head.
Imhotep could only dodge again. Just as O'Connell was about to pursue him, the severed right hand sprang up from the ground, stabbing two fingers toward O'Connell's mechanical eyes.
Imhotep had been sealed away for thousands of years and had no idea what the hell technology was, but that didn't stop him from attacking a robot's eyes. Whatever kind of creature you were, your eyes were a weak point.
Mechanical eyes might have had "mechanical" in their name, but they were just as fragile. O'Connell's vision went black, and he instinctively backed away while reaching up to grab the hand on his face.
Imhotep smugly retrieved his severed hand and placed it back against the wound. Then he went around O'Connell and raced toward the three mercenaries.
"Mr. Wang, do the Armed Robots have spare eyes?"
O'Connell hurriedly asked, "Or any other sensory systems?"
"Did he take all the reinforcements away?"
Wei Mingshao's face went a little pale. Why did she have to blurt out that painful truth? And why had that woman suddenly started picking on him?
"Now I believe that guy might actually destroy the world."
Jonathan laughed. "No, you're just an extra. Besides, you have a destined connection with mummies. Wherever you go,