"Ow, ah, I'm bleeding! My bone's broken! Ahahahahaha!"
The soot-covered Joker clutched his arm and climbed to his feet. Laughing maniacally, he reset his broken bone. Unable to feel pain, he found being sent flying by the ancient brute rather fun, like riding the clouds.
Yes, the battle was not progressing smoothly. King of Frost truly deserved his royal title; compared to the other blue-skinned minions, he was stronger by far.
The fact that he was immune to laughing gas alone delighted Joker, not to mention that he was impervious to blades and bullets, tremendously strong, and absurdly skilled in combat.
Take just now, for instance. If Batwoman's attack had not disrupted the enemy's vision, Joker would not merely have been knocked away. He might have been cleaved in two by the giant axe in the enemy's hand.
The ancient army was nothing worth mentioning. Under the synthezoid army's assault, fewer than one in a hundred remained. But King of Frost's personal combat strength was a problem, inflicting enormous casualties upon the synthezoids. In just a short while, several thousand synthezoids had been scrapped. After all, those cannon-fodder models had no means of withstanding extreme cold.
If Adjutant had not been teleporting away and recovering the fallen synthezoids, the bodies would already have been piled into mountains across the streets.
Synthezoids were not robots. Their bodies were still made of artificial flesh; it was merely that beneath their skulls were processor chips rather than brains.
Carbon existed on many planets throughout the universe and was cheap, whether harvested or cultivated. Thus, while synthezoid soldiers had low production costs, they naturally possessed many weaknesses. After all, for thirty US Dollars apiece, you could hardly expect those good brothers to have combat power on the level of Amazo or Doom Bots, could