Rolling on the side and sliding as much as I could, the impact didn't happen, or it didn't hit me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was a roar, and the humanoid had broken into the building.

I glanced at Wood, who was motionless, and it was safe for him to lie still for the time being.

Activate the Jetpack and shoot towards the third floor.

A gentle bioelectric scan reappeared.

The command reverberated throughout the area with such clarity that it almost constituted an impact.

"Hold him and don't let him come near me."

The sub-humans in human form screamed wildly. I heard the cracking of alloys downstairs and the sound of heavy strides.

Performing a set of maneuvering evasive maneuvers in high-speed movement, I estimated that I had dodged a blow, and I jumped to the third floor.

The alloy door had already opened automatically under my control.

A tall, thin figure was standing in the center of the massive command hall. Countless tentacles snaked and connected to the plural consoles around him, and above his head, which had a normal human face, his forehead was extremely swollen, and his physical strength was twice the size of the lower part.

When I came up, he was turning his head to look.

The moment I was stared at by those deep blue eyes, I secretly screamed that it was not good.

Returning to the future and avoiding it, the impact of the spirit unfolds immediately.

Protecting my brain with my senses, I struggled to pluck my fingers under the impact. Such a small movement also exhausted the strength of my whole body at this time.

On the floor platform, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Damn, those gangs are so fast at fighting subhumans.

The impact intensified, and the tentacle monsters must have wanted to keep me in place.

In the roar behind me, I could make out a screeching sound that broke through the air.

With my fingers pressed the jet start knob, I slammed into the wall of the command hall in a falling position, before the impact of the impact was lifted, and the one-warhead spray gun that had been prepared poured four bullets from a magazine into the command subman's massive head.

The impact from the wall directly applied to the shoulders of the machine, and the dust and stone chips flew everywhere, and my eyes were full of Venus.

The screams of the passage were mixed with a more powerful impact than the previous three.

This time, I can't even protect my senses.

His eyes were black......

I had a strange dream, Captain Smith, Max, Damon, Team Nguyen, Lincoln and others, they all gathered around me, and everyone was no longer bound by superiors and subordinates, and their faces were no longer covered with this haze because of the war, and time flew by while talking and laughing.

When I said goodbye, I wanted to leave together, but they left me behind. Captain Smith told me that now was not the time and that I had to complete my mission.

Waving goodbye, a little lost and abrupt. This is someone beckoning to catch up.

When did this guy Wood throw away that mechanical body? He reverted to his dead house and left with everyone.

I came to my senses in a daze.

The silence around was frightening, except for the occasional whistling airflow, almost absolute silence.

Isn't it in combat mode? Where are the gunshots, the howls, the screams, the screams, the explosions, and so on?

Sitting up, I noticed that the prosthetic leg of my left leg was deformed and broken and could not be used. Sure enough, it's either the best or the garbage.

It was quiet for a while before I remembered what had happened before I lost consciousness.

I was forced by the command subhumans to use a jetpack in a tight space, hit a wall and then be hit by a shockwave, and I didn't know anything.

It's strange, how can I still be alive, where are those subhumans? What about Wood? And Farouk, how are they doing? How is there no communication.

With doubts, I stood up with my spray gun in melee combat.

Tall, thin subhuman body, with the top half of the head completely shaved off, and I remember there was a huge brain, the size of two normal human heads. The tentacles are still connected to the plural control panels, but they are no longer wriggling as before, but like withered branches, which have no appearance and have actually lost their vitality.

Five or six humanoid corpses fell on the floor. Look at these sturdy giants with a height of more than 3 meters. I couldn't help but feel a chill in my neck, if I did, they would have torn it apart.

Unable to move, I used wide-area perception to probe the entire building, with several subhuman bodies scattered across the road from the entrance.

Wood's mechanical body lay there silently, unrecognizable to any injuries he had received, and everything was intact. He looked like he was asleep.

I suddenly woke up, the guy in the dream who was in a hurry to leave, it turned out that he was really gone.

After too many partings, I have no tears, but the sadness is still there. For this guy, Wood, from ignorance at the beginning, to hatred later, to jealousy, and now he has become a comrade-in-arms who can deliver his back. What an unexpected shift. Even now, I'm still a little haunted by his ability to capture the eldest sister's head.

Suddenly I feel scared, how do I go to face my eldest sister and tell him that Wood can't go back.

I didn't dare or want to think about the matter of Yushiro, so I put this matter aside for the time being, and the wide-area perception ability continued to extend, and finally felt the presence of a large army, but fortunately, not everyone left.

I checked the equipment around me again and found that the communicator was broken, no wonder it was so quiet.

Rest assured, I finally have time to face this deliberate subhuman in front of me. I've always had the idea of being able to get information from the corpses that they had before they died. It seems that with the ability to perceive, this kind of thing has become possible. In fact, due to various reasons, the most important thing is my own relationship, I have never tried this approach.

The appearance of subhumans makes me very curious, and there are too many bad inferences and confusing thoughts, which urgently need to be confirmed by reliable information. There happens to be this commanding subhuman in front of him, he should belong to the technical type of subhumans, it seems that his IQ is definitely beyond the professional combat type, and he may be much smarter than ordinary humans.

Now the question is, first of all, can my perception ability sneak into the brain of the deceased to check the information, and then see that this subhuman has lost most of his brain, is there really any information left?

Anyway, I don't know if I don't try it. I limped towards the corpse of the commander of the subhuman who was still standing. Just looking at his current appearance is absolutely terrifying, with half a bloody head and countless tentacles like dead branches. The body stood there, its dead fish-like eyes staring straight ahead.

The closer I got to him, the more mad I became, and when I was so scared to get closer, he suddenly turned half his head and stared at me with dead fish eyes.

The empty hall, the corpses all over the floor, and the recollection of a person walking in it accompanied by the sound of footsteps, I felt like I was in a horror movie.

"It can't be like this, you have to concentrate, the lieutenant colonel is still waiting for me to go to other areas to carry out tasks!"

I vigorously patted my cheek with my left hand as I admonished myself loudly.

Detecting the memory of a corpse and sensing the danger around it are two extremely opposite applications of the same ability.

To use an inappropriate analogy, looking around is like looking into the distance with a telescope, while searching the brain's memories is like looking at the world under a microscope.

I'm used to the first way of using it, and I'm quite new to perceiving the world.

The brain of a corpse is not the same as that of a living person, and all its functions have been stopped.

It turns out that under perception, bioelectric impulses are constantly appearing and disappearing, and each nerve cell is constantly firing or receiving the action of the model. In my senses, every brain is like the Milky Way, full of rhythms and a huge amount of information.

The corpse is like a dead layer of purpose, everything is frozen in the moment of real disappointment, there is no more starry discharge, there is no rhythm and the like. There is still information in the dead brain, but its information is fixed there in a fixed form, and it does not change with time like the living brain.

Actually diving into the brains of subhumans, I had the feeling of walking into an Internet where there was only one person. Every data pathway, every neural connection here represents a person's subjective point of view, and all the connecting pathways and microcurrent protocols unique to biological cells are also for a person. This is completely different from what we usually call the network, the network pathways, node facilities, and communication protocols for public applications and unspecified most services.

It takes a lot of mental energy to move forward in the dead brain, and it takes a lot of mental energy to constantly send bioelectrical signals through your own brain to stimulate the neural network that has already stopped, allowing it to temporarily enter an active state.

Although there is no so-called non-sensory perception embedded in the dead brain in the form of perception, the experience of the five senses can directly act on the functional areas of my brain through micro-electrical signals, allowing me to experience the existence of the five senses.

Walking in the dead brain, you can smell the rancid smell, and all you see is a dead world wrapped in black mist.

If it weren't for the need to find information, I wouldn't want to stay in this kind of place for a moment. I'm glad I didn't try to look at the brains of dead people before, this kind of person walking in a cemetery, and seeing everything as if the dead person was himself, this feeling is so disgusting that I don't want to take it a second time if I don't have to.

The discomfort and the amount of brain power that had taken me far more than I had expected would have given up if it hadn't been for the importance of information and the psychological need for a result at the cost of Wood's sacrifice.

Holding back the discomfort, he struggled to probe the fragments of the barely preserved memory system and the command subhuman's understanding of the event itself.

As fragments of information unfolded, although more information could no longer be identified due to brain death, with intermittent information, I still pieced together a piece of information that was hard to believe.

Located 8.2 light-years away from the solar system, the Berland star field is a branch of human civilization that advocates genetic modification. At the same time that the Wolf Field, 7.7 light-years away, climbed to the highest point of mechanical civilization, the Brande Field also reached the pinnacle of human civilization in terms of biochemistry. The two sides gradually evolved from a war of words to a real war because of who is the successor of human civilization and who represents the development of a more advanced civilization.

It was a protracted war, arguably the longest lasting war in the history of human civilization, lasting for more than 500 years.

The sub-people belong to the Biochemical Civilization of Brand, and they belong to a part of the Brand's expeditionary fleet, and the original purpose is because the information is really impossible to know.

All I know is that they have made some kind of agreement with the Centauri Devils, sending this force of hundreds of subhumans to be stationed on the Titan.

Not long ago, Proxima Centauri's intelligence network discovered traces of Mrs. Wall's activity underneath Mars. This information touched a nerve in the people of Brandia. They tried to negotiate with the top brass of the Proxima Centauri, asking them to send forces to find out the truth about the intelligence. The Proxima Centauri did heed, sending an elite team, including a gunboat and elite special forces, to confirm the information.

As a result, the offensive and defensive battles of the Eye of Mars, and the unexpected tenacity of the Jupiter fleet disrupted the original plan. When the reconnaissance force was completely wiped out, the Asians asked to continue to send more troops, and even dispatched themselves, but the top brass of the Proxima Centauri fleet refused on the grounds that the war was urgent.

You must know that everything else is false to the people of Brand, and Mrs. Wall is what they really care about. As for things like their Pontana Centauri, it's not on the radar of this group of subhumans at all.

Taking advantage of the quagmire of the Titan ship, they implemented an extremely bold plan, sending men to capture the main mechanism of the Titan, killing the upper echelons of the bridge with lightning speed, and then using the method of gravity flipping to kill and injure a large number of fighters on both sides of the battle inside the belly of the ship. Having finally taken control of most of the Titan's main institutions, the Titan decided that the time was ripe to finally take over the entire Titan, and were eager to let the Titan sail near the Eye of the Red Star, and they must find out what Lady Wall was doing in the depths of Mars and inform the main star field before giving up.

As for the rest of the scattered intelligence information, as well as some things about the main star field of Bailland, it is not my concern.

Getting the information I needed, I went through a special human-machine interface, which Wood had designed specifically for my sentient abilities, and was now used to grieve the death of a man. I copied everything I thought was useful to the body terminal and passed it to Farouk via the tactical network, asking them to report to the lieutenant colonel immediately with the highest priority.

Confirming that the information had been received, Farouk immediately sent a request for communication.

I temporarily connected to the communications via a tactical network loop, only to see that instead of Farouk's stubbly face, Yukiyo's eager and anxious face popped up.

"Finally connected! There has been no response since just now, trying to call both of you are not online. Your life system is also offline, and Wood doesn't have a life signaling device, which is just killing me. Well, the mission went well, right? The lieutenant colonel has already issued several reminders. I can only keep an eye on it for you for the time being, and when you come back, I will reply to him immediately! By the way, where is that dead house, let him hurry up and come back, and say that he will never come to the old lady again to make him look good......"

Yukiyo purred a lot of words and didn't give me a chance to respond. My heart is very sad, and I wanted to take advantage of the time to go back and think about how to tell the truth to my eldest sister.

Now that she asked herself, I had no choice but to answer it head-on.

“...... Belch..... Snow ....... There's something I have to tell you first, but I don't know how to say it......"

Yukishiro: "What does my mother-in-law do?" Have you been infected by that dead house too? I'm telling you, stupidity is contagious, stay away from him as soon as possible, you know? I've been tied to death by him for the rest of my life......"

She stopped halfway through her sentence. I think she read something from my look.

Me: "...... Belch...... Here's the thing....."

Yukiyo: "Please, don't say it! ”

Me: "What? I haven't said anything yet! ”

Yukiyo: "Really, I'm begging you, don't say anything... As if nothing had happened... All right? ”

From the crying voice, I knew that she must have known.