"The descendants of the Xu clan have the so-called [King of Iri], and we who have lost the ability to connect and calculate cannot face his mind control alone. He's hunted down many of our clones, and emergency measures must be activated to prevent this from going on! ”

"Nope! Don't worry. The descendants of the Xu clan are ignorantly trying to devour our original virus with imitation parasites. When the primordial virus reaches a certain number, it can be devoured, and he is cocooning himself! ”

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Just as Noumeria lost her [Original Sin Poison], Tang Yun, who had been isolated from the parasite, finally couldn't support it. His last strength was also exhausted in the struggle of that rainy night, and Tang Yun felt cold, very cold. This cold does not come from the temperature in the city, but from one's own body. As Beam was withdrawn from his body, a large amount of nutrients were lost to him due to his physical exhaustion.

Due to the decay of the host's body, the Berserker Armor begins to provide nutrients to the user in reverse. It was the combination of [Berserker Armor] and the parasitic virus that Tang Yun had retained in his body that allowed Tang Yun to persist for so long. But he finally couldn't hold it anymore and let go of the hand that was dragging Berry. Tang Yun fell heavily to the ground, his ordinary face was as white as paper, and his lips showed some kind of abnormal lilac. The body temperature gradually drops to about 34 degrees.

I don't know how long I lay down, but the SPERA clone that was leaning against him squirmed again. The lump of "hard mud" began to soften gradually, and little by little it transformed into a vague, inhuman-like shape, and stood up.

The figure laboriously clasped the six-pupil mask on Tang Yun's face, and twisted the right wave wheel. Let the mask try his best to draw more oxygen from the air around him. Only then did he begin to lean over and flip Tang Yun's waist bag, because his body was not strong enough. There is also a sticky substance like the flippers of ducks and geese stuck to the fingers, so that the process of turning is very difficult. Eventually, he found his goal, half a vial of concentrated Daredevil dew and a miniature crystal, which he used to quench the dagger. The predecessor of the [Golem], the S-class crystal, is a B-type [Curse of Sisyphus], a stone of destiny, optimized for the new engine. Holding these two small objects tightly, this seemingly inhuman monster picked up Tang Yun, who was in a semi-comatose state, and walked in the direction of the "machining center" with "soft" steps.

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At the same time, the No. 423 geist who Tang Yun had no way of knowing the code name was also wandering in the sewers of this City of Hope. His understanding of the city allows him to avoid being rounded up by other fellow citizens or battle spirits, and his goal is the "Medical Treatment Service".

Last night, a large number of "wounded" "wounded" by Tang Yun filled the neat and orderly medical treatment building in the past, although their behavior still complied with various rules, although they were all "high-quality" wandering spirits. But it still caused a lot of confusion.

The medical treatment department was designed to accommodate so many patients, and the spirits lined up silently, from the entrance of the examination room and the scanning room to the corridor, into the hall, and into the small pitiful square in front of the medical treatment building. I have to say that the current "City of Hope" is finally a bit like a federal or Komia medical institution. It's just that it's a little bloodier, some of the geyers are carrying their stumps, and some are bleeding. But none of them hummed or moaned #moan.

The wounds on Clone 423 were the best disguise, and he squeezed into the crowd, stepping on the blood that the geists were dripping on the floor. Finally, he squeezed into a certain toilet, and with only his left hand, he struggled to climb out of the narrow ventilation window of the toilet, climbed up to the third floor, got into the dispensing room, and smashed the head of the dispensing ghost with his right arm with an aluminum strip splint......

The 423 clone did his best to speed up his movements, clutching the empty test tube and running desperately in the dispensing room. Scurrying back and forth from cabinets, containers, sinks, incubators, and sterile boxes. Like a crazy bandit rummaging for treasures in the treasure room, he casually opened a drawer and poured out all the contents of the box, and all the medicine boxes and medicine cabinets were turned upside down.

No one knew what he was rummaging for, and the 423 clone was almost in a state of panic and madness. But there is something elegant about the movements between his fingers. It's hard to imagine that a geist's fingers can be as nimble as he is, or ...... His dispensing action will at least not be much worse than Tian Zhuxian's.

With knowledge of the city, Clone 423 has been roaming outside of SPERA's ontology. But he knew that when he showed up at the medical treatment, the camera in the dispensing room must have caught him. He must finish his job before the Battle Spirit or his own SPERA kind arrives! This is his war! He was alone in the war. Just like last night, Tang Yun alone fought with the geyers of the entire City of Hope. He also has to accept such a war, but ...... He wasn't forced to fight, he wanted more and more definite things than Tang Yun.

Everyone sleeps and I wake up alone! "Awakening alone" is a kind of happiness, provided that one does not overwhelm oneself with one's own "sleeping" kind. Don't be pressed into that comfortable "#nest" by them.

Various agents, powders, and extracts are constantly being put into the test tube, and reactions occur one after another in the test tube. The liquid in the tube changes from clear to a light green, dark blue...... It wasn't until it took on a certain brilliant purple color that gave it a certain sense of extreme danger that Spirit No. 423 finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, there was a small noise coming from the vent in the ceiling of the dispensing room. He held the mixture in his hand and hurriedly hid in a medicine cabinet that he had emptied.

Bang, bang...... Bang bang!

The vent shutter was kicked open, and with the smell of, three guys with strange masks jumped out of it.

"Ya, Brother Ting'er, just wipe the shit formula for this urine, there's no use for fart!" Wei Songping removed the mask on his face, and a shadow-like black energy body the size of a soybean flashed on his face. He took a big gulp of cigarette in his mouth. The choking smell of smoke barely covered out the disgusting smell of the smearing formula, making him feel a little better.

After Fish Bone and Wei Songping landed smoothly, the woman behind her struggled to jump out of the vent. She herself suffered a slight injury to her leg, and the flexibility of the Shadow Power Exoskeleton was not as flexible as Eerystar's Aether Armor. What's more, it's still compared to Fish Bone and Wei Songping's top shadow servant ether armor.