Jack, on the other side, smiled calmly and winked at the robot next to him.
"Go ahead. Eighth Day. Invite this guest here. I want him to be half dead."
"Copy that."
The electronic eyes of Eighth Day flashed and it began to run.
After a run... It jumped straight up and jumped out of the bubble.
Of course, it was not courting death.
The machine shell, made of Nanos, was completely unaffected in the space.
With the help of the inertia of sprint, Eighth Day steadily floated on the vine. It accurately grabbed the vine, and then.
With the help of the vine, it kept moving toward the meteorite of Combaia.
Without paying any attention to the steel knife in his hand, Combaia threw it aside and raised the machine gun to shoot randomly at Eighth Day.
But he seemed to have forgotten that the robot in front of him had blocked his round of shooting just now.
As expected, these ordinary bullets were nothing more than tickling for Eighth Day and did not slow down its speed at all.