What should he do? What should he do? Prometheus's mind raced. Fortunately, years of fighting on the brink of life and death had taught him to retain a basic level of clarity in a crisis. That clarity had won Prometheus a slim chance of survival.
Whoosh! Another lash came cracking toward him!
Prometheus directly abandoned the shield, which had already been split with several cracks!
Smack! With a crisp crack, Prometheus was struck squarely. The whip slammed into his body, sending him flying like a golf ball.
A sharp glint flashed through Inte's eyes. Watching Prometheus use the force of the attack against him to accelerate his escape, he immediately understood his intention.
"What a decisive bastard. That makes it even more necessary to kill you!" Inte shouted. He took one step and instantly teleported a thousand meters forward. With the second step, his body flashed again, teleporting another thousand meters. In the blink of an eye, one fled while the other pursued, covering dozens of kilometers, and Inte was closing in on Prometheus.
"Inte, go to hell!" Just as Prometheus was about to be caught, he abruptly turned around. Two twin-barreled missile launchers rose from the shoulders of his mech. Each was about a foot long. Blue light flashed, and four missiles shot out!
Two missiles flew a thousand meters before nearing Inte and detonating directly. They became two vast electromagnetic shockwaves that engulfed Inte. Inte's eyes narrowed. With a flick of his whip, the kilometer-long weapon coiled and danced like a serpent, tracing circle after circle through the air. Large circles enclosed smaller ones, forming a strange force field before him that blocked every electromagnetic wave outside.
Following right behind the electromagnetic bombs were two missiles of different colors, one red and one blue. They bombarded Inte from