Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 30: Dead Soldiers
I suggested to turn off this huge spindle machine immediately, but Tritty proposed to wait for Mandela in the machine to be completely disassembled before turning it off. No one can use the console to operate the machine, so it is not certain whether there will be a mistake, and instead let Mandela escape.
There is some truth to what she said, but I care more about Mandela’s decomposition. It is not healing in the machine, how does it get in? Is this machine just a biodegradation instrument? If not, how will it work after Mandela breaks it down?
All these problems point to a central point, that is, Mandela’s decomposition is not necessarily a good thing. In this weird situation, it is more like a certain existence that recognizes Mandela’s lack of power and changes it. Way troubles us.
While Mandela is dying from being decomposed, stop this machine. We can easily kill it and make it into greystone. Even if this machine wants to use Mandela to do something, it will weaken its effectiveness.
I will explain this to everyone.
"Well, maybe you are right." Cui Di said: "You are the messenger of the magic pattern."
"I won't be aimless."
"Achuan has a very good mind, he is a top student." Fu Jiang said proudly.
"I rarely see a student like this..." Tritty looked at me playfully.
I know what she wants to say, but I am me, so I can only smile.
We came to the console, continued to be at a loss for those levers, buttons, and data, and finally decided to try our luck. We brainstormed, guessed the general function of those organs based on our own insights, and then tried one by one according to our plan.
is like playing a game of punishing towers. Everyone draws a "brick" at a time. Each time a tall tower is drawn, the closer it is to collapse. Everyone is frightened to see it crumbling. At the beginning, the chances of safety were great, but it didn't work. Then the choice was gradually reduced, and each draw was like walking on a steel wire string.
The only thing that can observe the effect at the control tower is the display that continuously generates unknown data. For this reason, Fu Jiang volunteered to go to the perspective window behind the spindle to monitor the movement.
The hatch where the spindle should exist has not been opened the previous few times. Fu Jiang yelled in places we couldn't see, as excited as a child getting a new toy.
"The tentacles moved and rose from Mandela's body."
"Ah, it's inserted again, what is being injected"
"It is speeding up decomposition, what did you press?"
"Yes, that's it, raise the tentacles, at least it won't break down."
In accordance with the pre-determined order, this time it is the turn of the lever. Perhaps because the lever is more conspicuous than the button, it is always used to control large-scale reactions, so I hesitated for a while before pulling it. If it were not for this weird machine to influence the appearance of the node, I might just stop there and let Mandela stay half-dead in the cabin for a bath.
But I got affirmative look from the priest and Tritty.
"A Chuan, what are you hesitating?" Fu Jiang also urged.
I pull the lever. For a while, the machine fell silent, and we couldn't help but look around. Fu Jiang didn't have any feedback either, but instead asked, "Is it down?"
"The data has stopped." Cui Di said suddenly.
At this time, the priest and I also noticed that the data flow slowly rose, there was no connection under it, and the screen began to clear.
"Tomie, come back!" I have a bad feeling.
A slight but compact vibration.
"It seems... there is something." Cui Di said suspiciously.
We unanimously found the source of the vibration, and the Zenith is gradually opening a hole similar to a ventilation duct.
Tomie also noticed the atmosphere and ran over. When she was still halfway, the sound of friction rang in the ventilation duct. In the blink of an eye, a peculiar white ball fell from there.
"Shooting! It's a dead soldier!" For the first time, the priest's voice changed its tone because of tension.
I immediately took out the shotgun and fired at the ball. With a distance of more than fifty meters, two bullets hit the surface of the sphere with a clanging sound. No obvious scars were left, but it was flipped over.
A striking three-corrugated pattern appeared in the field of vision. There was a line of text in the middle of the ripples, and it was too far away to see clearly.
The ball under attack stretches its limbs like a Transformer, rotates its head and body, and becomes a four-legged alien body in the blink of an eye.
Its milky white shell is very smooth, showing an inorganic luster. The limbs are all hands-like, with only four fingers, long and flexible, and can even move around the joints. The human-like body, connected to the head is more like a spine than the neck, with layers of joints exposed, half the length of the body. The head is also similar to a human head, without the slightest hair, and the facial features are like a mask with a weird smile.
Under the shining green light, like a clown holding hands with monsters in Halloween, it has a weird ferociousness.
When it fell into the air, it was caught by the invisible giant hand made by the priest with air, and it waved its limbs helplessly. After a short while, he was thrown towards the entrance of the ventilation duct.
Tritty’s gunshot sounded, and three rounds in a row smoothly hit the weird head. The grotesque human head leaned back under the recoil force, but it only stopped there, and failed to penetrate its shell.
I took advantage of this free time to quickly reload the shotgun. Fu Jiang ran over, took out the axe behind him, and stared at the weird named Dead Soldier with a guard.
After the dead soldiers blocked the exit, a series of crashes came from the ventilation duct. What was still falling inside hit the first dead soldier one after another.
I don't know whether it was the impact or the accumulation of weight, and the priest's face turned pale.
I and Cui Di seized the time to shoot. This time we tried to pour the ammunition on the limbs and neck of the dead soldier. It took more than a dozen bullets and finally broke one of its arms.
At this time, the force that lifted up the dead soldier finally collapsed, and dozens of white **** were discharged one after another, hitting the first dead soldier and bounced off, and the limbs of the first dead soldier pressed at the bottom were broken~IndoMTL .com~ Paralyzed with a smile on his face. The smile was false, rigid and cold, which made people prefer it to be expressionless.
The **** that landed successfully rolled away and stretched and deformed like flowers everywhere. In a short while, fifteen dead soldiers resembling identical twins were watching us.
The dead soldiers on all fours like wild beasts did not step forward, but craned their necks, tilted their heads like newborn babies, and seemed to look at us curiously.
"Their shells are too hard for bullets to deal with!" Tritty said nervously.
"And we don't have enough ammunition," I said.
"There are too many in close combat." Tomoe also showed a nervous expression, "Father, do you have a way? Do you know what it is."
"Are dead soldiers like zombies and ghost dogs?"
" is a dead body, but the dead body soldiers are special. Although they also act in groups and have no wisdom, their hard shell makes it difficult to destroy ordinary boundary weapons, and their actions are very flexible. Although there are many theories about their origins , But I have always tended to them to be man-made humanoid weapons like robots.” The priest’s expression is very serious. “It’s hard to see under normal circumstances. They are usually set to protect and expel a fixed area. Our luck is really good. Too bad."
"I think they caught Mandela."
I agree with Fu Jiang's inference.
"Why don't they attack?" Tritty asked.
"Probably...under confirmation." The priest replied.
The dead soldiers made a mechanically synthesized sound, because we had never heard this language before, so we could not answer. After a long silence, the dead soldiers rushed towards us.
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