The Original Seeker Chapter 77: Speed

　　 "Look at Nats, he is much fiercer than Rambo!" When Bai Mo was cleaning the periphery, inside the defense line, the small soldier Ai Nilu who was breathing from the tense battle said to his comrades next to him.

　　"This is no longer an ordinary war movie, this is the X-Men vs. Alien! This is the Phoenix girl! Ineiro, you idiot!" The Nats next to him has been impressed by the wanton white ink.

　　 "Phoenix girl, you are tall! He is obviously a man."

　　 "Does gender matter? Just domineering enough, I like to do it like that."

　　 "Knowing you for so long, I know your true orientation for the first time, and it seems that I can't sleep with you in a dormitory in the future." Ainiro squeezed the gun in his hand and walked away.

　　 "Go! I don’t like that! I mean admiration! You nerd from Naples always misunderstand what we Northern Italians say."

　　 "You are a nerd, what's wrong with Naples, the southerners provoke you? Northern Italy is all your pretentious and dead pervert!" Ainiro fought back unwillingly.

　　Natz just wanted to refute, he felt his helmet was slapped heavily.

　　 "Which shit..." Before Natz's egg character was spoken, he turned to find that it was the platoon leader who gave him a thud, so he swallowed the egg character forcibly.

　　 "It's fighting, your discipline!" the platoon leader said solemnly.

　　 "Isn't this...this is not just to relax my nerves." Natz wanted to explain.

　　"Don’t make excuses. This is war. Just relax your head and you may open a hole. Then you won’t have to make excuses anymore. Relax and wait until you go back alive after the war and think about it. No one will care about you. Streaking or drinking."

　　 Ainiro smiled while covering her mouth.

　　"And you! Ainilu, which tutorial allows you to hold a rifle in one hand on the battlefield! Why did you go with the other hand!" The platoon leader pointed to Aini, who covered his mouth with one hand and the other with a gun. road.

　　 "You two bastards, if it weren't for this on the battlefield, I would definitely let you each have at least two hundred push-ups when you go back. Remember, this is the battlefield!"

　　"You four company, six company, go quickly to support the southern front, and the fifth company stays to garrison. The south wing does not have such a fierce man with one hundred thousand people. Now the pressure is very high. Don't look at it, don't be surprised, yours The comrades in arms are desperate!" The commander roared to several company commanders in the north wing on the radio, and urgently transferred most of the troops to the south wing that Bai Mo could not support.

　　 Bai Mo, who was immersed in the pinching tornado, did not pay attention to the farce between the two of them. Although he could hear the sound of a small part of the battlefield, only the commander's dispatch made him save a little bit.

　　While constantly moving at high speed, he gradually discovered that whether the mutant creatures or soldiers around him, their (their) movements are actually so slow, so sluggish, unlike those seen in the movies before. Slow motion is actually not much different.

　　"It’s too slow, it’s too slow! Everything is so slow. It seems that I have always been accustomed to such a world. I have never left the low-speed world. The real world I can perceive is actually It is ten times faster than the original world, but I have never reacted to it, and always thought that that was everything I could perceive. At high speeds, I knew that this should be the world I perceive! I experience it on weekdays. It's just the brain's self-deception that is content with the status quo." Bai Mo said to himself.

　　"The increase in neural response speed is actually an increase in the perception speed of the whole world. Fortunately, I was a little happy to see the bullet's trajectory at the time. I only realized it now that the whole world is slow! Hahaha! Hahaha!" Bai Mo couldn't help laughing as he thought of the back.

　　 The soldiers onlookers in the distance suddenly laughed when they saw Bai Mo who was still killing the Quartet, and felt a little chill on his back inexplicably. In the eyes of this group of soldiers, those who can kill and laugh wildly are generally not normal people.

　　 "Hero, it's always a quirk." Natz continued to whitewash his temporary idol in his heart.

　　 "Rambo doesn't seem to be so crazy, he can still laugh while killing." Ainiro whispered, but he did not dare to speak loudly, although he was not afraid that Bai Mo, who was several tens of meters away from him, could hear him. But he was also afraid of the fists of the platoon leader.

　　"Unfortunately, I still failed to control the tornado, but it doesn’t matter anymore. You can practice any tornado in an open space. There will always be a day. But if the illusion of the low-speed world is not seen through, it will be forever The world outlook cannot be changed."

　　 "My thinking has ten times the speed of the original, and my body strength can fully support ten times the speed of activity. Why do I waste time living a life of twice the speed?" Bai Mo suddenly thought of this.

　　 Thinking of this, he began to try to adapt to the new speed of life.

　　While advancing at full speed at a speed of more than 150 meters per second, Bai Mo tried not to rely on spiritual thoughts, but to use his fingers to guide the power of thoughts.

　　 Whenever he wanted to attack a mutant creature, he stipulated that he must first point with his index finger, and count silently in his heart after killing~IndoMTL.com~ one minute later.

　　"It’s still too slow. It killed four hundred and fifty-two animals in one minute." Bai Mo was very dissatisfied with his performance. "On average, he pointed to less than eight animals in one second. It’s still a long way to get used to the ten-fold high-speed world."

　　 Baimo's play ticket naturally led to the appearance of a large number of fish that slipped through the net. In order to remedy it, he could only re-use his spirit to perceive and clean up the mutant creatures that passed through his defense line because of his lack of skill.

　　 But for ordinary soldiers, eight finger points per second can only see the afterimages. After all, one second eight pieces is barely a continuous animation.

　　 It was hard to clean up all the mutant creatures that passed through his defenses. Bai Mo learned his lesson and simply used five seconds as a unit of measurement, just like measuring APM, to test his effective number of operations in five seconds.

　　"One minute is too long, it is not easy to clean up all the fish that slipped through the net; if it takes five seconds, it should not be so hard to make up the pot. With their speed, five seconds can't leave my kill Radius."

　　 "Fifty-one in five seconds, it seems that there has been progress." Bai Mo smoothly erased the other mutant creatures that hadn't been spotted, and then put it into practice again.

　　"Fifty-three."

　　 "Fifty seven."

　　……

　　 "Eighty one."

　　 "Eighty."

　　" It seems that my current upper limit should be about five seconds and eighty effective operations, which translates to ten times the response speed, which is about the same as ordinary people’s finger point six times per second, but the response should be It can’t be calculated linearly, so it is converted to twice per second, which is actually not fast."

　　The so-called battlefield, in Bai Mo's eyes, is a sandbox that can be painted or erased at will.