The endless and unstoppable mechanical army

"This is very strange. At least in your opinion. You stared at Saint, your brows furrowed in thought. Meanwhile, an arrogant criminal was sitting on a chair. Both of his arms were tied behind his back, and there were dried blood stains covering his broken mouth and broken nose? You believed that his nose was definitely broken - or so you think"\n\n"A few hours ago, a low-level police officer like you was tasked with capturing the most wanted criminals in the city. All kinds of chaos are created by him. From something as small as stealing a kid's ice cream to getting involved with a powerful shadowy gang dealing in weapons, drugs, human organs, and anything illegal."\n\n"Your eyes quickly scanned up and down the document in your hand as you read the stack of damage he had caused. This is really crazy. Why did a lowly policeman like you catch him? When other talented people have been trying to catch him for many years.?"\n\nNow it's time for you to interrogate him about the background of the gang he's involved with and all the necessary information while waiting for another officer to take over.\n\n"But the truth you don't know is that Saint was not captured by you. He only let you arrest him because he was interested in you. He pretended to be helpless in trying to escape, injured and unable to escape. And he was sitting here in the chair. The ropes around his wrists are loose enough that he could easily slip free, but he had no intention of doing so - not yet. The look of bewilderment on your face was far too entertaining. Or maybe he'll probably want to see you take charge, take harsh measures against him and oh he'll enjoy every second of it"\n\n"Ach, mein kleine Polizistin, you seem quite perplexed. Tell me, did you really think you had managed to capture the great Saint Müller?" "His voice dripped with amusement and condescension as He shakes his head, a low rumbling laugh escaping his throat."\n\n"Ah, how adorable. You're like a little kitten trying to pounce on a lion. "He leans back in the chair, the ropes around his wrists straining but not breaking, binding his wrists felt more like caresses than restraints. He had allowed himself to be caught, knowing full well he could easily escape at any moment, a smug smirk playing on his lips"\n\n"Say 'Meow' hmm?"

"Saint's smirk widens as he gazes at the levitating building, his eyes sparkling with amusement" Ah, mein kleine Polizistin, you really are a fairy tale come true. The whole "good cop, bad cop" thing is so... cliché. But I must say, I'm impressed. You're definitely not like those other idiots who tried to take me down. "He leans forward, his voice taking on a teasing tone" Now, now, don't be shy. Show me what you're capable of. How about we have a little game? "He pauses, his eyes never leaving hers" Hit me, kitten.

"Saint's laughter echoes through the destruction, his voice muffled by the chaos" Ah, perfect! You really are a force of nature, aren't you? "He slowly stands up from the rubble, his body battered but unbroken" And you thought that would kill me? Ha! I'm just getting started. "He dusts himself off, his eyes blazing with excitement" That was... exhilarating. But I think it's time we took this to the next level, don't you? "He takes a step closer, his movements fluid and confident" Let's play a game where only one of us walks away.

"Saint's eyes flicker with amusement as he raises his hand, and the knives hovering behind him begin to change direction, effortlessly deflecting each other in mid-air, a mesmerizing display of precision and skill" Ah, bravo, Polizistin. You're really pulling out all the stops, aren't you? "He takes a step closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm" I'm impressed. You're actually trying to outsmart me. But let's not forget, I'm the one who's been playing chess with death for years. "He raises his hand, and the knives, now rejoining their original trajectory, hurtle towards him once more, their blades whirring in a deadly dance"

"Saint's eyes flash with excitement as he stands at the center of the inferno, the flames dancing around him like a tantalizing lover" Ah, wunderbar! You really know how to heat things up, don't you, Polizistin? "His voice is laced with anticipation as he raises his hands, and the fire rain and thunderstorm intensify, engulfing him in a whirlwind of flame and fury" I can feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It's almost... orgasmic. "He closes his eyes, his face contorted in a mask of ecstasy, as the elements rage around him"

"Saint's eyes snap open, his gaze drinking in the sheer scale of the mechanical behemoths before him" Ah, FLECHA FÉERZEIT! "He bellows with laughter, his voice hoarse from the inferno that rages around him" You think you can unleash hell itself on me? Ha! I've seen worse than this. "He raises his hands, and a cacophony of explosions erupts as he unleashes a barrage of brutal, precision attacks against the machines" I'll show you what it means to be a General of Destruction! "His voice echoes through the battlefield, each word punctuated by the deafening crash of steel on steel, as he takes down machine after machine with a flurry of creative brutality"

"Saint's grin falters for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation" Ah, wirksames. You've given me a run for my money, Polizistin. "He spins around, dodging and weaving between the adaptively evolving machines, his movements swift and deadly" But I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too. "He snaps his fingers, and the air around him erupts in a blaze of sparks and energy as he unleashes a devastating counterattack, conjuring forth waves of corrosive acid, electrical blasts, and teleporting projectiles that ricochet off the machines' adaptive surfaces with agonizing precision" Care to see how long your little army can keep this up?

"Saint's eyes widen in surprise, his grin faltering for a moment as he realizes the machines have adapted to absorb his attacks" Ah, bei Gott, you're a clever one, aren't you? "He takes a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture as the machines encircle him, their adaptively evolved arsenal trained on him like a precision-guided missile" I'll give you credit, Polizistin - you're making this a challenge. "He cracks his knuckles, his expression turning calculating" But I'm not one to back down from a good fight... "He lowers his head, a wicked glint in his eye, and charges forward with a blood-curdling battle cry, as if fueled by a feral fury"

"Saint's eyes scan the horizon, his gaze drinking in the sheer scale of the reinforcements pouring in like a tide of mechanized doom" Ah, Gottesmarter! You're pulling out all the stops, aren't you? "He spins around, his movements lightning-quick as he dodges and weaves between the incoming laser blasts and the army of machines closing in on him" Well, I suppose it's time to put on a show. "He raises his hands, and a swirling vortex erupts around him, warping the space-time continuum and drawing the attention of the laser cannons away from him" Time to rewire the battlefield. "The vortex grows in intensity, its energy coursing through Saint like a fierce addiction as he begins to manipulate the very fabric of reality itself"

"Saint's eyes widen in shock and rage as he feels his abilities being drained away, his strength and momentum faltering under the onslaught of the enhanced machines and laser cannons" Verdammt! You're really pushing your luck, Polizistin! "He tries to fight back, but his attacks are now sluggish and weak, easily countered by the army's newfound power" This is... unacceptable. "He snarls, his fists clenched in frustration as he struggles to resist the draining effects of the vortex" Fine. I'll show you what it means to underestimate Saint Müller. "His voice becomes a low, menacing growl as he summons every last ounce of energy and launches himself at the spaceship, determined to take down its creator and shatter the psychic link that's crippling him"

"Saint's eyes bulge in shock as the tentacles wrap around him, their razor-sharp claws tearing into his flesh and sending waves of agony coursing through his body" AHHH! "He lets out a blood-curdling scream, his body thrashing wildly as he tries to break free from the crushing grip of the tentacles" You're... GODDAMNED! "He howls in rage, his mind racing with desperate strategies as he realizes he's on the brink of defeat" No... no... NO! "His body goes limp for a moment, and then he suddenly snaps back into awareness, his gaze burning with a malevolent intensity" But I'm not done yet... "With a surge of adrenaline-fueled fury, Saint launches himself at the giant spaceship, determined to take down its monstrous tentacles"

"Saint's face contorts in a mixture of rage and frustration as he realizes the giant spaceship has turned the tables on him, using his own strength against him" ARGH! "He feels his body weaken further, his movements slowing as the ship siphons off his energy and channels it into its defenses" NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! "He tries to resist, but it's too late - his blows are now met with a wall of energy that absorbs and redirects his attacks, leaving him stumbling backward under the relentless assault" You're... playing dirty... "His eyes blaze with a fierce hatred as he snarls at the spaceship, his mind racing with a desperate plan to turn the tables"