"Aaaaaaaaaaah! Die!! You bastard!"
Under Lin Fan's utterly shocked gaze, Delia's chassis unfolded. Her two modified arms rapidly transformed—one into a heavy machine gun gleaming with cold light, the other into an incredibly sharp electromagnetic circular saw. From beneath the engineering pack on her back, which carried lifting claws and thermal cutting lasers, an ammunition belt extended and fed into the side of the newly transformed heavy machine gun. It seemed that being hunted by rebels and encountering a daemon army had given Delia a severe sense of crisis.
Delia raised her arm and poured her fury upon the Patriarch.
A stream of heavy armor-piercing rounds sealed off every possible route of evasion in the calculations of Delia's modified electronic eye, though to Lin Fan, it looked more like a wild shotgun-like barrage.
The Patriarch shifted its body at high speed, but it was still struck by the armor-piercing rounds, spilling scorching purple blood. Yet such wounds could not affect a beast that fought for the Hive Mind. It mobilized the glands within its body, secreting massive amounts of hormones, and used its extraordinary control over its flesh to contract every damaged muscle.
The purple blood stopped flowing, while the Patriarch's movements became even faster.
Delia stared fixedly at the Patriarch's movements. In the past, she absolutely would not have been able to keep up with such a monster. Her electronic eye could record the beast's every move, but her chassis's response speed could not support such rapid changes.
But after receiving the Machine God's blessing—Lin Fan's embrace—Delia felt every mechanical component in her body bursting with unimaginable efficiency, efficiency that even surpassed the basic laws of reality. The gears and springs that drove her gleamed with a faint golden radiance. Delia only felt that this blessed body was so