[Dean, that thing has special components on it, I can't forcibly control it, you need to control it first.]
"Alright, leave it to me!" Zhang Menglong leaped lightly, and despite wearing the Holy Robe, he looked as nimble as a swallow, far from being as bulky as he appeared.
"Shoo shoo shoo!" The two robots frantically fired beams at Zhang Menglong, but he merely crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the shields attached to the Holy Robe deflected those attacks.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Wherever the beams swept, instantly plunged into a hell-like sea of flames.
Zhang Menglong drew an arc in the air, a huge sword appeared in his hand, with four characters written on the blade—"Demacia."
"Die for me!" Zhang Menglong raised the big sword and smashed it down on the robot, the metal shell that even the Main God found hard to destroy, was actually cut off by Zhang Menglong's blow.
