The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 393: Chapter 382: You Don’t Know Anything About Suffering

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Chapter 382: You Don’t Know Anything About Suffering PancakesWitch Listen While Reading: 27. No Matter the Challenge & 32. Well Matched ----- Before they could even reach the Mechanical Tree, the three Venerables were stopped completely, as three Venerable-type Machines emerged out of the blue to confront them and stop their advance, halting the entire charge and killing any momentum they had. From Anna being instantly thrown down to the two Venerables being forced to engage against robots capable of going toe to toe against them, things didn’t seem to look good for the rest of the army. Their battle waged as they saw the Venerables fight and struggle. “Stand behind me, Song; I will protect you.” Fang Shuan battled the approaching machines with all his might, using his powerful spear to impale and pierce through their bodies. Song was right behind him, protected by the giant made of gold. “Mom, Dad, big sis…!” Song muttered, glancing as the three Venerables fought against their opponents, being given no moment to even talk with anybody, as they already had all their hands full against them. “P-Please hurry! My other half is suffering…! We don’t have enough time!” As the boy used his techniques for defense only, saving his own energies in the process, he glanced at his parents fighting while noticing Anna had completely disappeared. RUMBLE! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The Heavenly Demon fiercely battled a slender silver and golden-colored machine with a head resembling a blazing sun with sharp spikes and possessing a single crimson eye in the middle. “You’re one tough son of a bitch.” The Heavenly Demon spit some blood, as he had received a few blows himself, instantly feeling his bones cracking and his muscles being torn. “He hits harder than Anna; what in the world are these monsters?” The robot only glanced at him with its single eye, its Aura expanding into several halos made of crimson electromagnetic energies combined with Heavenly Ki behind it. “I have been assigned the task of eliminating you, the one named Heavenly Demon. I was extensively created with the purpose of eliminating you. I am a Venerable-type Machine, you can call me Number 2.” “And you can call me your nightmare, because you pissed the fuck out of me,” said the Heavenly Demon, cracking his knuckles. FLASH! But before he could even go into the initiative, the robot appeared in front of him, its fists hitting his head, chest, and stomach, aiming at his joints too, to break his bones and inhibit his movements. CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! Each blow generated a gigantic shockwave, an internal explosion that tried to blow up the internal body of the Heavenly Demon, piercing through his incredible defenses as a Venerable, with a body so tough he could take upon the entire world’s weight. …At his peak, right now, he was severely weakened after having been at death’s door for several years, and although he was healed, the strength he lost had not returned. He had merged with his own Record, and that gave him a great deal of power, but it wasn’t enough to bring him back to his peak. Even with the world recovering and him cultivating and training every day, he calculated it would take him over five hundred years to go back to how strong he was at his peak. It wasn’t that long for Immortals, to be honest. However, right now, he couldn’t give himself the privilege of sitting for five hundred years, unless he wanted the world to be completely engulfed by the machines. “Stand still and please do not resist. Once you’re dead, all the pain will go away. For now, please endure and wait until the process of dying is over.” “Hah, you’re fucking funny! KAHAHAHAAH!” BAAAM! BAAAM! BAAAM! BAAAM! The Venerable kept being battered; the robot couldn’t understand why it was laughing and becoming happier; according to its calculations, a few more hits would be enough to kill him. “Yeah, this is about enough.” “Enough for what? Your death is just around the corner; please be patient.” “En