Yang Yuefan looked at the data of the two life-support capsules facing each other, and was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately realized that Xu Yichen had found Achaen!

As Yang Yuefan operated, a large amount of data began to be recorded, and he would compare these records with the description of Achahn that Xu Yichen had seen in the game, and finally simulate a fuzzy comparison model through the ship's AI system.

Although this model may be very inaccurate due to Xu Yichen's unclear description and competent factors, it can at least let the relevant authorities know when a player will be fed back to reality after being exposed to chaos in the game, and when it will be enough to completely change a human body form.

This was originally the main mission of the Sixth Colonial Fleet, using almost infinite physical isolation to explore the specific process of Chaos corrupting humanity through games.

Yang Yuefan used to be the initiator and final executor of this mission, but with the discovery of subspace in the real world, this physical isolation has become completely useless.

If Yang Yuefan did not suffer any blows because of this, it is impossible, tens of thousands of lives were on the road of no return because of one of his wrong decisions, and countless materials were wasted on a completely useless project.

But Yang Yuefan resisted the pressure and accepted the failure, the observation of Achahn is a kind of waste utilization, Achahn is the first instance of corruption that has been observed from the completion, and the whole process of how he gradually transformed from a normal human to a chaotic monster is very valuable information for the relevant departments.

Perhaps in the future, humanity will find a way to curb corruption, or even reverse it, in this process, and perhaps humanity will discover more weaknesses in chaos in the process.

Perhaps, this information will hasten the destruction of human civilization

Yang Yuefan stubbornly shook his head and uploaded the entire document, he didn't know what role this document would play in the end, but one thing was certain, if he didn't make an enterprising and didn't make a breakthrough, the future of mankind would be dark.

He chose a more radical path, he chose a more radical path for humanity, and no one else could help him share the pressure, and no one else could make a choice for him, except perhaps the commissar in front of him who had bullets in his head.

In Xu Yichen's eyes, Archaun's strength is strong, and he can easily use spiritual energy to release all kinds of tricks, and his self-healing ability is on a par with himself, almost completely crushing himself.

But it only took Xu Yichen twenty seconds to determine that the player in front of him who was chosen by Chaos had a fatal weakness, he had no combat experience, he was like an eight-year-old child with a pistol, capable of shooting, and maybe even his classmates at close range.

But he is facing one of the few individuals in the world who are good at fighting, Xu Yichen, the political commissar of New China, the living demon.

Xu Yichen nailed the [War Calamity] big sword to the ground, rushed into Achahn's arms like the closest lovers, and then kindly broke the other party's arm.

Wearing a suit of armor full of bone spurs, Archahn was extremely strong, but Xu Yichen knew every bone in the human body, and how to easily break them by inertia, with little force to be exerted.

The Demon Hunters were glad that the vast majority of Acharn still had human features, and was not like those heavily mutated monsters.

In the instantaneous contact, Xu Yichen wanted to break the other party's ribs, but the touch transmitted by the fist told him that Acharn's ribs had been alienated and condensed into a structure similar to a bone plate, and Xu Yichen was also familiar with this structure, because his own ribs were now this structure.

That's why he was able to get up again and again from the violent impacts, and those bone plates could firmly protect his internal organs.

Achahn didn't have a helmet, and the demon hunter was not polite, smashing the bridge of the opponent's nose with his forehead before the opponent's arm could recover.

[Pure Fire] tried to ignite Achahn again and again, but the chaotic power on the other party's body kept contending, and even oppressed Xu Yichen himself in turn.

"Damn it!" Achahn let out a cry of pain, he broke the other party's finger, and then the madman in front of him blinded himself with the broken bone stubble: "I won't let you go!" ”

This is not the battle that Achahn imagined, in his imagination the other party should be riding a white horse and carrying a spear to challenge him, and he is an invincible demon king.

But the current battle reminded Diderick of the thugs who fought for a few bucks on the street corners, except that this damn Seris was much more efficient than them!

What's worse is that Archahn can't exert his air superiority in this low cabin, and the strange silver flame of the other party makes his psionic hand slide through again and again!

Didric felt as if he was caught in a storm, and his every move could hurt him, and although he could recover immediately, the pain was really burning his brain.

"Poof!"

The Seris in front of him threw himself to the ground with a completely incomprehensible movement, and he had to twist his arm in an awkward position for this action, but the result was that Archahn's lumbar vertebrae were reversed into a ninety-degree angle.

Then the two sides were like rubber men, rolling back to their original ways, except that Didric was crying and scolding, and his enemy was expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

Achahn learned quickly, his body seemed to be completely ready for battle, but it was pointless, he couldn't overtake the enemy in front of him in a short time.

The Demon Hunter stabbed Acharn in an indescribable position between his legs with a small dagger and sliced twenty centimeters backwards.

Achahn's screams pierced through countless cabins, causing the warrior monk Feng Wuyi, who was covered in dirty blood and flesh, to subconsciously clamp his legs: "Hell, what kind of sound is this?" ”

The corpses all over the ground made Feng Wuyi almost unable to find a place to put his feet, his hands were constantly shaking, he had used his fists too many times to shake the opponent's armor in the battle just now.

The monk would rather break their armor and pull out their hearts than the juice-dripping carrion, and he was now sure that the heads of the carrion were dispensable, not even a weakness.

Feng Wuyi found a slightly cleaner place to rest for half a minute, and left the cabin before the rotting corpses came back to life.

He didn't know how many cabins there were, how many enemies were waiting for him, but the warrior knew that he would definitely find the remains of those navies, and true warriors should not be insulted like this.