Steel Demon

When the dense gunfire finally stopped, the man at the front of the three-man formation turned to say something to his companions. At that moment, he saw his companion's face lit deathly pale by a white glow.

Seeing his companion's wide-eyed expression, he whirled around. A humanoid steel construct nearly two meters tall, iron-gray from head to toe, with a dazzling white light shining from its chest, had appeared before him.

Before he could get a good look, the steel construct slammed him and another companion into the rock walls beside them with one punch each.

Only then did the last man in the three-man formation finally see clearly, under the surrounding lights, what exactly had appeared before them.

The humanoid steel construct had an extremely rugged, even ugly appearance. Savage weld marks crawled all over its body, wires and hydraulic rods were exposed at its joints, and its head was merely a simple metal helmet with two pitch-black holes.

But at that moment, in the eyes of the sole remaining armed man, the thing before him was no different from a metal demon that had crawled out of hell!

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Beneath the shadow of that metal demon, the last armed man had forgotten to use shouting to ease the fear in his heart. He merely pulled the trigger of his weapon instinctively.

The bullets flying from the muzzle clanged against the rough iron armor. Apart from producing showers of dancing sparks, they could not stop its advance at all.

Inside Mark I, Tony felt the vibrations from bullets striking the armor and the ceaseless noise ringing in his ears. It was not comfortable, but it made him feel something real—the reality that he was still alive.

That wonderful sensation swept away the weakness and pain that had plagued his