Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1114: Superpolymer
The spear pierced, swept, and separated the distance of hundreds of meters, the elementary life tore the space, launching an attack like mercury. Reading the latest and most complete novel is the moment I drilled through the blade. The spear of the elementary life has been interspersed back and forth hundreds of times. It is also ineffective to rely on rapid sweeping and large-scale transfer. This kind of attack starts through the mysterious nature of space. Effectively, in a certain sense, the elementary life standing in place can also launch an attack three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends. This kind of attack only has the concept of speed after the elementary life swings the spear and the spear passes through the space crack. Compared with most mysterious experts with high-speed nature, the attack speed, frequency and attack direction of this elementary life are even faster and more complicated than the previous elementary life that manipulated the floating gun.
Sometimes, the spear will even appear inside the human body-if you are determined to stand in the same place, or if you are prejudged the course of action and rhythm-such an attack is for most mystery experts, Can't retreat all over. However, I am not a "majority", as long as it is not "no process" in the whole process, "no concept of speed" in the whole process, a "relatively fast" sweep is enough to win a gap that is absolutely difficult for others to grasp, and pass the relative difference in speed. , To tear this gap wider. This elementary life's predictive ability is not good compared to the previous female elementary life. He can't grasp my rhythm within a distance of 100 meters, so he can't directly "send" the spearhead into my body. He needs to swing a spear, and even if the spear appears against my clothing skin, it still needs to pierce me further.
Whether it's waving, piercing, or cutting, as long as there is such a procedural description, it can't really kill me, no. Strictly speaking, I can even keep him out of touch. As long as it conforms to the concept of speed, even if it is only a thousandth of a second, I can turn it into a distance between the sky and the abyss.
I held a knife-like critical weapon, turning left and right, dancing between the blades. I sprint away. Jumping, falling heavily on the ground, and sliding along the "z" trajectory like a snake. When the elementary life drew back the spear again, and when it was about to swing out, it accelerated again.
The movement of the elementary life became extremely slow, its arms swayed backward, and I greeted it at a faster speed, brandishing a knife-like critical weapon and slashing firmly on its body. At the moment the shock spread, I withdrew and retreated. The world in his field of vision suddenly accelerated to its original speed. The elementary life was knocked into the air, and the space was completely distorted along the route he retreated. I have been withdrawing from a hundred meters away, maintaining a fast-sweeping state, and in a world that has become sluggish again, I plunged into the rapidly spreading wind storm.
Before this, the aborigines who were once again observed by the chain judgment were quickly exiting the battlefield relying on power boots. They plan to use the surrounding buildings to withstand the spreading impact. Suddenly was submerged in the turbid smoke and dust.
I shuttled in the strong air current, once again capturing the outline of the elementary life. It really wasn't so easy to be killed. Although the body has been cracked in many places, it obviously still has the ability to fight. A step slower than me, it also caught my trace, and the raised arm quickly decomposed and reorganized to form a gun body that was larger than the arm. It emits a dark substance-no, maybe it can't be said to be a substance, I can't describe it, it seems to be just a "huge black spot" in space, and it is like a piece of paper being punctured. Expose the existence on the other side.
Black dots have huge suction power. Not only are the air waves and the surrounding buildings split by this suction, even the space is also on the path of the black dots, which is disturbed by the naked eye, and even , I also completely lost my sense of the invisible high-speed passage spreading along that route, as if there is no longer any factor that constitutes the concept of "speed" in that area-all have been swallowed by black spots.
I don't know how far this black spot has a range, but in the direction it is directly facing the quarantine area. I can circumvent this black spot, but the quarantine area cannot do it. It is even difficult for the aborigines who are on the route ahead of the black spot because the suction power of the black spot is increasing dramatically. While breathing, the building a hundred meters away behind me was pulled to collapse by this suction force, and a large number of fragments rolled and soared all the way, merging into the black spot with the airflow.
Such destructive power has reached the critical weapon level, and this elemental life is the kind of combat power that exceeds the general third-level magicweave messenger type.
I swung the knife-like critical weapon again. Before the black spot expanded, a larger shock engulfed it. Then, a more severe shock spread than before. At the center of the collision of two strange phenomena, Any perception and detection has lost its effect, no, to be precise, perhaps any "mystery" no longer exists. I can only use a quick sweep outwards, avoiding that area far, and when the impact spreading to the west is weakened to be observable, I can no longer find the traces of that elementary life.
Maybe it left. Its shot was amazing, but it was not a must-kill skill in front of me. I also felt that it was impossible for it to use this level of attack freely without any cost. It has been seriously injured, and it is only natural to retreat.
I wandered through this area at a very fast speed to confirm that the body life had been evacuated. The building complex within three hundred meters was destroyed. The closer to the black dot’s moving track, the more complete the destruction. It was simply a large hole dug out by the invisible shovel, and the material swallowed by the black dot did not leave behind. The slightest trace. If there was no critical weapon at hand, I could only evacuate immediately and give up the mission of rescuing the quarantine area, and it is unlikely that the aborigines would survive.
When I reunited with the aboriginals, they were still terrified by the destructive power of the horror of the body life. Listening to their conversation, it seems that they have never seen a body life using this intensity in the past. This is the power of the critical weapon level. Although the aborigines are convinced that there are critical weapons in their gathering places, none of the people here have actually seen the gathering place use it, even in the gathering place because When the joint attack of Doomsday Shinrikyo and the elementary life collapsed, it did not appear-like a legendary thing that people can believe.
Although there are various reasons to question the critical weapon in the gathering place, the aborigines have never lost their imagination and persistence on that critical weapon. I think it is understandable. In the current situation of corruption, except for those who believe in it. Exist, what else can support them to fight against that terrible enemy? The collapse of the gathering place. It has been proved that the technology they have accumulated over the years is not enough to protect themselves. Therefore, the critical weapons that have never appeared before, and the rumors of critical weapons, have pinned the hope of the aborigines. Not to mention. They have seen with their own eyes the destructive power of my critical weapon, the super weapon that has a body of life.
Even if I have thrown my knife-like critical weapon into their hands, I am not more courageous than when they are convinced that they have such a super weapon.
Even if it's just a legend, because it's just a legend, you can imagine without any restrictions and trust yourself that there is such a thing that can make them stand up again. To overcome torture and suffering, to destroy the strength of the enemy.
No matter whether it is ignorance, luck, or self-hypnosis, I don’t think there is anything wrong with it. Humans rely on spirit to drive their bodies. In such cruel conditions, even if this spirit-supporting thing is just an illusion. Also stronger than nothing. The aborigines are terrified of the power displayed by the body life, and look forward to mastering this power by themselves. Believe that they have this kind of power, and then gradually settle down, they will find their companions to retaliate against the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the elementary life, and then their determination to rebuild the gathering place is firmer. I listened to their words. Don't say a word, because I'm just an outsider. I can't do anything for them, and I never expect what they can do for me, everything I do. Only based on one's own position, determination and plan.
In the entanglement with the elementary life, an aboriginal soldier was seriously injured. Before being brought back to the offline machine, he died. For this team with few manpower, the death of any companion It was a major blow. However, the remaining aborigines did not have much time to immerse themselves in grief. The captain’s "card" forcibly unlocking the entrances and exits of the quarantine area has reached the most critical moment. Residents can unlock it, but the system of this quarantine zone is far from perfect. Before we arrived, the elementary life had already carried out a destructive invasion of the system, and the captain's "ka" could be said to be the result of picking up them.
Of course, everyone is mentally prepared for the worst of the situation inside the quarantine area. Although the forcible invasion of elemental life can be seen as the reason for the release of the signal for help inside the quarantine area, under the current situation, no one can make a judgment so easily. On the contrary, in the hearts of the aborigines, problems within the quarantine area are forcing the people hiding in it to risk being discovered, releasing signals for help, and then being more likely to be approached by the elementary life.
"The rescue announcement has been broadcast to the inside." The captain "Ka" said, quickly retracted the pipeline plugged into the quarantine area, raised the offline machine, and "counted down to ten seconds." The power vibration of the offline machine gradually increased. And all the muzzles have also been deployed, aiming at the bottom.
After the steady countdown, the huge entrance and exit of the isolation zone slowly opened, like a huge hole in the ground, and the ground was retracted from the left and right. A ring of hot white air blasted out from the edge of the circular entrance, and at the same time came the sound of a huge machine operating, banging loudly.
When the entrance and exit were opened for a third, an offline machine suddenly came out from below, followed by the second, the third...a total of nine offline machines filed out, as if by something Things are chasing in general, and they rise to a higher place than us in an instant. The captain "Ka" did not fire the cannon because of this suddenness, and the nine offline machines did not leave immediately after being lifted off. Instead, they formed a queue with our offline machine as the center and opened all the weapon ports. Their actions proved that there must be something frightening and tricky below.
The captain "Ka" issued a series of high-speed words, which also began to take off, and then the announcement spread throughout the aircraft: "All survivors have escaped and are ready to attack the giant alien!"
After that, there was even greater noise rolling in the communication channel, and it seemed that nine other offline machines were also connected: "It's spores! Those **** xenobiotics eroded all the way from the abandoned pipe, and everyone else was parasitized. Infected! Be careful, it is a huge monster made up of infected people!" Before the voice fell, I saw a pair of 100-meter-large slaps climbing the entrance and exit of the quarantine area that opened slowly, and squeezed it open to both sides. Just from this huge palm, it is enough to think of how big its real body is. Such a large body, of course, is not made up of infected people alone, there is no skin there. There are more structures in the flesh and blood with blisters and veins, as if piles of structure materials and structure equipment are put together with flesh and blood as a binder, and it is like being in flesh and blood, soaked in the quilt. Destroyed building. A mountain of abandoned garbage and a silhouette of a human body.
All the things are condensed and compressed into one piece, which makes people feel more rigid. However, just observing the outline of those huge palms makes people feel that there is a kind of feminine beauty. Its fingers are long and slender. When it is bent, although it shows great strength, its movements have a gentle rhythm, as if they gently poke something away—this kind of feminine posture. There was no other idea besides the "Saya" I had seen before.
However, this time "Saya" seems to be bigger and more adult. In contrast, the "Saya" I have ever seen is like just a little girl.
It came out, and the face looked very similar to the one in the memory, but it was uglier than the blood and pustules at the time. This face is biased towards the inorganic beauty of elementary life because of the addition of the structure. If tangled in details. Its "skin" is naturally very rough, but as the offline machine climbs again, the further away from the face, the more these details can be ignored.
"Saya--" The familiar cry was like a shock wave, twisting the air. Most of the artillery fire from the offline machine exploded before it hits, or it deviated from the track. As I said before, the current giant Saya is more biased towards the feeling of physical life, the hard and expressionless outline. As if possessing a strong spiritual erosion force, many aborigines screamed frantically in the communication channel. This mania resembles what happened when we fought Saya in the small town of Mar Jones. Because of the familiarity, I know that they will not be so crazy soon, because in the eyes of the frantic, Saya will eventually become extremely beautiful, which is the beauty they have never seen before.
If you cannot resist infection, your senses, cognition and spirit will be completely distorted. This is the most terrifying aspect of the Saya virus. It does not turn people into zombies, nor does it cause people to lose their thinking. It just completely distorts people's perception of the outside world and the channels for understanding things, and reverses beauty and ugliness, and makes the spirit Personality collapses in this crazy distortion. Even the same thing is completely different in the eyes of the infected person and ordinary people. People construct their own society and cognition through what they see and feel. Once what they see and feel is distorted, the final result will naturally be biased.
When a person cannot correctly recognize the appearance of a "person", then he will no longer be a "person".
"Don't look directly at it! Don't look at that thing!" Someone took advantage of the power to occupy the communication channel and yelled: "Close your eyes for me and shoot! Fire!"
The intensive artillery fire has once again increased by a level, but the offline fleet does not intend to entangle, and the attack at this time is just to gain a chance for its own escape. This Saya is really too big, but one palm is a full 100 meters wide, and its head drilled out of the entrance and exit of the isolation area, but the body couldn't help it. At this time, the exit became a shackle that imprisoned it, but everyone saw that under Saya's strange force, the hard structure began to bend and break, and it was absolutely impossible to stop it for too long. The offline machine has accelerated and began to evacuate, and all the artillery fire is just to gain more time.
Because--
"That guy has wings!"
Yes, Saya has wings. The Saya I used to have had two pairs of wings that were as thin as cicada wings. They shook like a bee. Once the bees are swift, the air will form a huge storm due to the flapping of the wings, which is also protection. Saya's armor. The Saya I know, in this human form, does not have much attacking skills, but only shows physical strength, waving his arms like a child, driving away what it hates, but it is this simple power, slap in the face. If it is done, it will be enough to kill a second-level magic pattern messenger. What's more frightening is that once it comes into contact with its flesh and blood, it will be corroded. This kind of corrosion intensity is also impossible to resist by most of the second-level magic pattern envoys.
When facing Saya, who was like a young girl, the mystery experts of cyberball struggled to death one by one, and now this Saya is obviously more adult, bigger, and surely possesses better fighting abilities than a young girl. It was an incredible miracle that the nine offline machines could escape. Even with a knife-shaped critical weapon, I don't want to fight such a huge Saya. The wizards of Doomsday Shinrikyo really created monsters that they are unlikely to control.
"Then, what is that!" someone exclaimed again.
Then everyone noticed that from the periphery of this area, a large black shadow pounced like dark clouds. When they saw it clearly, everyone was shocked by the spectacular and frightening scene. ——It is a piece of material eroded by flesh and blood, there are broken buildings, damaged mechanical parts, swollen corpses, and even living infected persons. It seems to be affected by a mysterious force, involuntarily moving from all directions. This area gathers.
At this time, no one needs to explain, I think everyone understands that these things will be condensed into the current Saya monster, making it even bigger and stronger.
"Ten handheld form, concentrated firepower to rush over!" A captain said in the communication channel, because it is to transform people, so the voice is still calm, "Just rush over to be safe, the monster has to absorb With so many substances, it is absolutely impossible to capture us."
The other captains, including "Ka", silently cooperated with his movements. The offline machines began to adjust their positions, narrowing the distance between each other, and then popped up pipelines and bridges to connect to each other, and finally formed a larger offline machine, and the power began to greatly increase. The aborigines in the cabin are under unprecedented pressure, and they can't even speak. What spreads in the communication channel is only the sound of heavy breathing. This is the first time I have experienced this kind of high-speed driving without decompression measures. Only Mae was muttering as if there was no feeling at all, and I felt that even the blood of the whole body was about to be overwhelmed in my head, and my vision started. Becomes fuzzy.
The cabin trembles violently, making people almost suspect that it will disintegrate in the next moment. The huge recoil force makes part of the cabin structure bend. This is the most violent offline machine fire to date, in order to cut a path in the eroded xenobiotic body of Saya covered by the dark clouds. At this time, I think ~IndoMTL.com~ If the body life opens the entrance to the quarantine area, I will choose to evacuate as soon as I see Saya. Even a super weapon with critical weapon strength may not be able to solve Saya in a single shot. After all, the size of this Saya is too large, and the mystery of its possession is even more unpredictable.
If it really condenses all the alien organisms in the gathering place, how far will it grow? I really can't imagine. No matter from which point of view, it is the right choice to evacuate the tree tube belt immediately.
The offline machine used gunfire with no dead ends to cover itself, and rushed into the group of alien organisms. The gunfire cleared the foreign objects within ten meters of the fuselage. Outside of this range, it was weird and disgusting. The living body is swimming like a school of deep-sea fish, nothing can stop them. The offline machine seems to have to use all the strength of feeding to move forward in this space. It is not until a minute later that the sky in front of it becomes clear. Although there are still alien organisms, the number is not so dense. At this time, the communication channel There was a long breath in unison.
I didn't slow down, and I didn't dare to slow down to observe the changes afterwards. After the huge offline machine disintegrated, I filed into a channel. As long as you can pass through here safely, you can go directly to the offline docking station, start the high-speed ejection track, and leave this dead place at the fastest speed, without worrying about being intercepted by the enemy. The aborigines still have enough confidence in their high-speed ejection trajectory. (To be continued...)