Digging Holes did not encompass as many abilities as telepathy, nor did it possess the unlimited destructive power of Hundred Thousand Volts, but it was incredibly practical. As a support skill, it outperformed many defensive skills.
Russell dug downward, dodging the frenzied bombardment as he increasingly felt that this skill suited him perfectly. It was just that his skill bar was getting closer and closer to that electric mouse, which seemed a little inappropriate.
Boom! Boom! Rumble—
The explosions above his head continued without end. Russell remained underground, steady as a rock, musing that mechanical civilization was nothing special after all. It relied purely on numbers, and it probably had not improved much since the human-machine war.
Just as he thought that, he heard the sound of drills boring through the ground overhead. Several enormous suicide robots spun their blades and dove straight toward Russell's location as if guided by precise targeting systems.
After exchanging information, the sound of drills breaking through the ground suddenly grew denser. His location had been exposed.
"Tsk!"
Russell curled his lip. What was the greatest advantage of fighting on someone else's turf?
Taking the initiative and destroying things to his heart's content without caring about the consequences. It was not his home, so he would not feel bad about tearing it down.
The machines, on the other hand, had such a vast estate that they could not help being restrained when fighting.
For a moment, ideas poured from Russell's mind like a burst dam. All sorts of rotten schemes sprang up one after another, proving the saying: when people turned bad, they were no longer human.
"Hehe, besides humans, who else could do something like this?"
Rather than feeling ashamed, Russell took pride in it. Like a fish swimming through water, he changed direction