"It's up to you, Lao Shi," Pete patted Shi Quan's shoulder with one hand, "fix it." ”

"How can I hold it at such a distance, you and I will fight to defeat the Buddha!"

"The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas can also be flat." Pete smiled at Shi Quan, then grabbed Shi Quan's shirt by the collar and led him to make a big turn, throwing Shi Quan high at the fleeing mimetic.

"Shanhai, your uncle!" The screams of power echoed away in the jungle.

The simulacles in Quan Quan's vision quickly grew larger in his eyes like a movie accelerated. The next second, he'd run straight into the mimetic worm, become infected the moment his skin touched it, and be knocked off his skull by the firing squad.

Shi Quan had no choice, and recited the inscription of the ancient Ao, which is the Yahi people's annotation of "time". The sequence of inscriptions that had been sleeping in his body revived as he pronounced the last syllable. The inscription stretched from the center of his brow to the top of his head, and his loose hair was burned and curled.

Inscription Sequence, Volume, Time Loop.

The creature was running at high speed, and suddenly stopped, moving slowly at an almost imperceptible speed. The flow of time around it was slowed down, and the dirt that had been lifted up froze in the air as if it had entered a gelatinous substance.

An invisible force enveloped Shi Quan, counteracting his forward inertia, and then retreated with him, and finally the force disappeared, and Shi Power landed lightly beside Pete.

"God asks if you are willing to exchange your hands for wings, I will put down my hands and accompany you." Pete shook his steamy arms.

"I don't have any hair, what are you talking to me about!" Quan was annoyed and ashamed.

"Oops, I'm sorry Alice, I'm sorry little George." Pete smiled and examined Shi Quan's charred hair, and he followed the jokes on the Internet to name Shi Quan's rare hair.

"You're a scoundrel, you should take a few more kicks from the commander-in-chief, no big, no small, no light, no heavy!" Shi Quan slapped Pete's hand away.

"Okay, okay, it's important to get down to business, firing squad, it's time to test your bombing accuracy!" Pete changed the subject, and then hid behind a tree with Shi Quan and the surviving cleaning crew.

"Yes!"

The firing team removed the M67-style grenades from their tactical vests, removed the safety clips, pulled out the safety pins, and threw them at the mass of mimetic insects, then quickly retreated to find cover.

The raindrops of grenades landed around the worm and stopped, making it look like it had been cloaked in metal.

"Why haven't you fried it yet?" Pete asked Shi Quan, who had hid under the trunk with him.

"The time of that range has been slowed down by a factor of 40, and the detonation time has of course been extended by a factor of 40, that is, it will explode after 160 seconds." Shi Quan's face turned pale, obviously his time loop was more physically consuming than Pete's Luo Qing.

"Holy! Wouldn't that still be able to smoke a cigarette? Pete slapped his thigh and stood up, "The firing squad, there are still two and a half minutes before the detonation, stay away, the ghost knows how big the explosion is." ”

"Roger." Some members of the team are accustomed to the M67's 4-second detonation time, and often have to find the nearest cover to dodge. Sometimes, because the bunker is not strong, shrapnel is likely to hit the team members after blowing the bunker through.

So they got out of their bunkers again and ran into the distance.

It was the first time they had experienced a half-time blast, and the firing members, accustomed to fast-paced combat, were now hiding in their carefully chosen bunkers, staring wide-eyed, wondering if they should talk for a while.

Pete looked at the white smoke rising above Shi Quan's head, and he pinched his thigh hard to keep from laughing.

"Get out!" Empowerment rages.

Compared with the elderly power, although Pete loves to joke, he also has to admit that Pite is talented. When Pete came to Treehouse, he was only a junior in college, so he could only come to work occasionally when there were no classes.

After measuring the Galo radiation on Pete's body as high as 5.0G, he obtained permission from the commander-in-chief, Fang Yeyou, to enter the "library" and read the ancient books of the Scripture Transmitter. Later, Pete simply took a leave of absence from school and spent all day in the library. At first, he still had to hold a thick source book and repeatedly compare the Yahi script in the Runic Dictionary, which even doctoral students find obscure, but Pete is immersed in it.

After Fang Yeyou's pointing, in just two years, he was even able to read the more complex "Inscription Sequence" independently, understand the concept of "matter" proposed by the Yaxi people in the "Scroll of Harmony", and comprehend "Luo Qing".

If the world is compared to an operating system, then the inscription is the software in the system, and the rune is the source code that writes the software. The intensity of the Galo radiation in the bloodline represents the amount of running memory that the system determines how much running memory is allocated to you, and how much program you can run.

After a long wait, more than a dozen M67s exploded at the same time, and the mimetic insects were wrapped in flames into a large fireball. The vegetation within 20 meters was uprooted by the air waves, the ground was shaken, and the eucalyptus trees entangled in vines were blown up and their trunks were blown up, and some of the firing team members were hit and injured.

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"It must be warm in the winter with you," Pete said, standing at the edge of the round crater that had been blown up, and the flesh of the mimetic worm was scattered everywhere, "call it a day!" ”

"The cleaning team cleaned up, and the meat pieces of the mimetic insects were all packed in boxes, and they were careful not to come into direct contact with the skin." Shi Quan switched to the channel of the cleaning team.

"Roger."

Pete walked towards the headquarters with his authority in his arms, and the headquarters was in a mess from the impact of the explosion, with various documents and electronic devices falling to the ground and chairs staggering.

Pete picked up a chair and sat it down. Shi Quan rummaged through his satellite phone on the ground and finally found it under a pile of papers.

"I'm Huaiming." The call was connected to the operational command center.

Shi Quan sat down on the spot, and at the moment of life and death, his grief was suppressed for a while. Now, thinking of those living faces, Shi Quan feels very heavy.

"The cleaning team on the ship has all been infected and parasitized and has been executed, and I will submit a detailed operation report when I return home." Shi Quan's voice trembled.

"It's a pity," Huai Ming let out a long sigh, "take some of the tissue from their corpses and bring it back, and burn the rest on the spot, the biomimetic is very infectious, and it will be troublesome to miss even a small part." ”

"It's blown up to the point of slag," said Shi Quan, "what the hell is a mimetic worm, why haven't I seen it before?" ”

"They'll pass it on to the library to explain to you, the commander-in-chief came back an hour ago and is taking the girl for testing, I'm going to check it out first." Huaiming said.

"Okay, there's still something to gain." Shi Quan closed his eyes, and he felt like the world was spinning.

After a short wait, the library researcher picked up.

"Hello Mr. Shi, let me give you a brief description of the history of the bionic worm, the existing information records, the bimetic insect, is the devil Tu Wei in the ancient battle to create, in order to clean the surface of the creatures in addition to the new gods and the people, this species directly led to a mass extinction on the earth, legend, a new god with his own blood as bait, after tens of millions of mimetic insects were attracted over, the new god summoned the mountain, fell from the clouds, and destroyed himself and the bionic insects together."

"Is it extinct?" Quan asked.

"Yes, there are no signs of similar bionic activity in modern times." Researcher answers.

"Why did you suddenly appear here?" Quan asked.

"Sorry, the library can't give an explanation at this time, and we'll follow up." Researcher answers.

"Okay, thanks for the answer, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Shi Quan hung up the satellite phone and leaned against the folding table.

The team members who were injured in the explosion sat around the rekindled bonfire with the support of their teammates and performed simple wound treatment. The cleaning team is cleaning the corpses of the mimics, piling up the bits and pieces of meat for packing.

A piece of flesh that was still burning got stuck in a crack in the stone, and the dark blue flames caught the attention of one of the janitors. He turned to look at the other pieces of flesh on the ground, the flames from the explosion had been extinguished for a short time.

He held on to the trunk of a nearby tree and stomped on the piece of flesh a few times, trying to extinguish the fire. But the fire did not abate, so he continued to stomp hard, after all, in the executive department of the Treehouse Group, simple and rough is the primary productive force.

Just as he landed again, the flames on the piece of flesh suddenly increased, creating a hollowing effect in the stone crevice, and the wave of qi directly knocked him down.

A metal card with an inscription exploded from the piece of meat, and the fire on the piece of meat was extinguished with a hot blue flame. It turned out that it was this metal card that had been burning!

The inscription on the metal card shone brightly, urging the flames to expand. After the flames jumped to the height of a person, they slowly gathered back and turned into the form of a human being.

"What sound?" Pete and Shi Quan, who heard the commotion, came out of the command.

The blue flame of the human form gradually faded from the light and heat, and a young girl was born from the fire!

The girl looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, her long black hair fluttering in the night sky, her fair face was like a noble saint, her slender eyes were slightly down, and the corner of her left eye was dotted with a tear mole.

She wore a plain black dress, comparable to the model's bumpy figure, her slender legs were exposed to the air that smelled of gunpowder, her pink feet did not touch the ground, and her whole body was suspended in mid-air.

"Clear the prize?" Pete said, "Everybody go backwards! ”

The battle-hardened team members are not afraid to face bloody monsters, but somehow, they all become blood-pumping under the bright eyes of the girl, and even the pace of retreat is becoming slower and slower.

“미안해，죽어라 ”

The girl's voice was very beautiful, like a pair of warm hands caressing everyone's hearts, and the tired body found peace at this moment.

"What did she say?" Quan asked.

"How do I know, I'm British!" Pete waved his hand.

"Don't you know how to watch Japanese comics?" Empowerment to question.

"She obviously wasn't speaking Japanese, but I guess it was a greeting like 'hello'." Pete made a bold guess.

"I know," said a Korean janitorial team member who was too scared to run from afar, "she said she was sorry and asked us to die." ”

"Huh?" Pete was confused.

"It seems that your hometown is used to greeting you like this." Shi Quan teased.

The girl slowly fell, her feet on the charred ground. She turned her back and walked lightly, singing a soft ballad with a clear voice, and all the sounds of the rainforest were consciously silenced by her ethereal singing.

"Gods."

The girl's long hair swept across the face of the cleaning team member who had just stood up. He then knelt down, his eyes moist, and his head held high, like a devout believer. He saw the absolute holiness of existence, and he forgot all the filth of the world, and he only wanted to be able to look to the gods of this world.