The spear pierced, swept across, and at a distance of hundreds of meters, the body life tore through the space and attacked like mercury. At the moment when I drilled through the blade, the spear of the body life had been interspersed back and forth hundreds of times, and it was ineffective to rely on the rapid sweep of a large area of transfer, this kind of attack was mystically effective through the spatial nature, in a sense, the body life stood in place, and it could also attack at 360 degrees without dead ends. This attack only has a concept of speed after the Elemental Life swings the spear and the spear passes through the spatial rift. Compared to most mysterious experts with high-speed properties, the attack speed, frequency, and attack direction of this elemental life are even faster and more complex than the previous elemental life that manipulated the floating cannon.

Sometimes, spears even appear inside the human body - if you are standing in the same place, or if you are predetermined to move in a certain way and rhythm - such an attack is impossible for most occult experts to retreat from. However, I am not the "majority", as long as it is not a whole process "no process", the whole process is "no concept of speed", and the "relatively fast" speed sweep is enough to win the gap that is absolutely difficult for others to grasp, and through the relative difference in speed, this gap is torn even bigger. The predictive ability of this body life is not good compared to the previous female body life, he can't grasp my rhythm at a distance of 100 meters, so he can't directly "send" the spearhead into my body. He needed to swing the spear, and even if the spear appeared against the skin of my clothes, it would still need to pierce me further.

Whether it's a wave, a piercing, a cut, as long as there is this kind of process description, it can't really kill me, no. Strictly speaking, I couldn't even make him even touch his hair. As long as I fit the concept of speed, even if it's only a thousandth of a second, I can turn it into an abyss.

I held a sword-like critical weapon, swirling left and right, dancing between the blades. I scurried. Jumping, falling heavily to the ground, and sliding like a snake along a zigzag track. As the Elemental Life drew its spear back again, and was about to swing it, it accelerated again.

The Elemental Being's movements became extremely slow, its arms swinging backwards, and I caught up with it at a faster pace, slashing at it with a knife-like critical weapon. The moment the shock spread, I pulled back sharply. The world in view suddenly accelerated to its original speed. The Elemental Life was knocked away, and the space was completely distorted in the path he had retreated. I kept out of the 100 meters, keeping my speed sweeping, and in a world that was sluggish again, I burrowed into a storm of rapidly spreading airwaves.

Prior to this, the aborigines, who had once again been observed by the Chain Judgment, were quickly withdrawing from the battlefield with the help of Power Boots. They intend to use the buildings around them to withstand the spread of the onslaught. In an instant, it was already submerged in the cloudy smoke and dust.

I weaved through the strong air currents, once again capturing the outlines of the physical life. It really wasn't that easy to kill. Although its body had been cracked in many places, it was clearly still capable of fighting, and it was a little slower than me, and it also caught my tracks, and the raised arm quickly disintegrated and reorganized, forming a cannon body that was thicker than the arm. It emits a dark substance - no, maybe not matter, I can't describe it, it seems like it's just a "giant black spot" in space, and it's like paper has been punctured. Expose the other side of the storage zài.

The black dot has a huge suction force, not only the air wave and the surrounding buildings are pulled and divided by this suction force, but even the space is stirred into a visible distortion on the path of the black dot, and even I have completely lost my sense of the invisible high-speed passage that spreads on that route, as if that area no longer has any factors that constitute the concept of "speed" - all of them have been swallowed up by the black dot.

I don't know exactly how far this black dot is, but it's in the right direction, straight to where the quarantine zone is. I can get around the black spot, but the quarantine can't, and even the Aboriginal people who are on the path of the black dot have a hard time doing it, because the suction of the black dot is increasing. In the middle of my breath, the building a hundred meters behind me had been pulled and collapsed by the suction, and a large amount of debris tumbled and soared all the way, merging with the air flow into the black spot.

This kind of destructive power has reached the critical weapon level, and this elemental life is the type whose combat power exceeds that of ordinary third-level demonic messengers.

I swung the knife-like critical weapon again, and before the black dot expanded, a larger concussive impact engulfed it, followed by a much stricter impact spread than before, and at the center of the collision of the two strange phenomena, any perception and detection had lost its effect, no, to be precise, perhaps any "mystery" had ceased to exist. I could only sweep outward, far away from the area, and by the time the impact of the westward spread had weakened enough to be observed, I could no longer find any trace of the elemental life.

Maybe it was gone, but it was not a must-kill stunt in front of me, and I also felt that it could not freely use this kind of attack without any cost. It had been badly wounded, and it was only natural that it would retreat.

I walked around the area at great speed, making sure that the elemental life had been evacuated. The buildings within three hundred meters were destroyed, and the closer they got to the trajectory of the black spot, the more complete this destruction became, and it was like an invisible shovel digging a large pit, and the matter swallowed by the black spot did not leave a trace. If I didn't have a critical weapon in my hand, I would have had to evacuate immediately and abandon the mission of rescuing the quarantine area, and it is unlikely that the indigenous people would have survived.

When I joined up with the natives again, they were still terrified by the terrifying destructive power of that physical life, listening to their conversation, it seemed that they had never seen a physical life use a weapon of this strength in the past, and this was the power of the critical weapon level, although the aborigines were convinced that there were also critical weapons in their gathering place, but none of the people here had really seen the gathering place use it, not even when the gathering place collapsed due to the combined attack of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the real life. It's like a legend that people believe in.

Despite all the reasons to question the critical weapon of the gathering place, the aborigines have never lost their imagination and insistence on that critical weapon, and I think it is understandable that in the current situation of erosion, what can support them to fight against that terrible enemy except to be convinced of its existence? The collapse of the agglomeration. It has been proved that the technology they have accumulated over the years is not up to the level of protecting themselves, so the critical weapons that have never appeared, the rumored critical weapons, have pinned the hopes of the aborigines. Let alone. They've seen for themselves the destructive power of my critical weapon, a superweapon that has become a physical life.

Even if I had thrown my sword-like critical weapon into their hands, it would have been no more courageous than it had been when they were convinced that they also had such a superweapon.

Even if it's just a legend, because it's just a legend, you can imagine without limit, and trust yourself behind it, there is such a thing that can make them stand up again. To overcome torture and suffering, to destroy the strength of the lower enemy.

Whether it's ignorance, luck, or self-hypnosis, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. People rely on spiritual talent to drive the body, and in such cruel conditions, even if the thing that supports the spirit is only an illusion. Also stronger than nothing. The natives were terrified of the power of physical life and looked forward to mastering it themselves. Convinced that they also possess this power, they gradually settled down, and they were determined to find their companions and take revenge on Shinrikyo and the Body, and then rebuild the settlement. I listened to them. Not a word, because I'm just an outsider. I couldn't do anything for them, and I never expected them to do anything for me, a qiē that I did. Based only on your own position, determination and plan.

In the entanglement with the life of the body, an aboriginal warrior was seriously injured and died before he could be carried back to the offline machine, and the death of any companion was a heavy blow to the already small team. However, the remaining aborigines did not have much time to indulge in grief, and the captain's "card" forcibly unlocked the entrance and exit of the quarantine area had reached the most critical moment. Before we arrived, the Primal Life had already carried out a destructive invasion of the system, and the captain "Card" could be said to have picked them up.

Of course, everyone was mentally prepared for the worst for the situation inside the quarantine zone. Although the forcible invasion of physical life can be seen as the reason for the release of a distress signal from within the quarantine zone, no one can make a judgment so lightly in the current situation. Conversely, in the minds of the Aboriginal people, there is a problem within the quarantine area, forcing those who are hiding in it to risk being discovered, releasing a signal for help, and then being approached by the physical life.

"A rescue announcement has been broadcast internally." The captain "Ka" said, quickly retracted the pipeline plugged into the isolation area, raised the offline machine, and "counted down to ten seconds." "The dynamic vibration of the offline machine gradually increased, and all the gun ports had been deployed and aimed downward.

After the smooth countdown ended, the huge entrance and exit of the quarantine area slowly opened, as if a huge hole had been cracked in the ground, and the ground retracted from left to right. Rings of scorching white gas erupted from the edge of the circular entrance, and at the same time, there was a huge sound of the operation of the machine, clanging and clattering.

A third of the way through the entrance, an offline machine suddenly burst out from below, followed by a second and a third...... There were nine offline machines rushing out, as if they were being chased by something, and in an instant they rose to a higher place than us. The captain "Ka" did not open fire because of this suddenness, and the nine offline planes did not leave immediately after liftoff, but formed a queue with the offline aircraft we were in as the center, and opened all the weapon ports. Their actions proved that there must be something down there that frightened them.

Captain "Ka" sent out a series of high-speed words, and the same began to take off, after which the announcement spread throughout the aircraft: "All survivors have escaped and are ready to attack the giant xenomorph!" ”

After that, there was an even greater noise rolling through the communication channel, and it seemed that the other nine offline machines had also plugged in: "It's a spor!" Those damn xenobiotics have been eroded in from the abandoned pipes, and everyone else has been parasiticized! Beware, it's a behemoth made of the intested! Before the voice fell, I saw a pair of slaps with a foot of 100 meters climb the entrance and exit of the slowly open isolation area, and forcefully pull it open to both sides. Just from the huge palm, it is enough to imagine how big its real body is. Such a large body, of course, is not simply made up of infected people, and there is no skin there. There are more constructs in the flesh and blood bubbles and veins, as if they are piles of constructs and equipment, put together with flesh and blood as a binder, and it seems that in flesh and blood, soaked in destroyed buildings. Mountains of abandoned garbage and a silhouette of a human body.

Everything is condensed and compressed into a single piece, which makes people feel harder, but just looking at the outline of the huge palms makes people feel a kind of feminine beauty. Its fingers are slender, and when they are bent, although they show great strength, their movements have a gentle rhythm, as if they gently plucked something away—this feminine gesture. I don't have any other thoughts in my mind than the "Saya" I've seen before.

However, this time "Saya" seems to be bigger and more adult-oriented. In contrast, the "Saya" I've ever seen is like just a little girl.

It popped up, and the face was very similar to what it remembered, but it was ugly compared to the flesh and pus of the time. This face, however, is biased towards the inorganic beauty of the life of the body because of the addition of the construct. If you are entangled in the details. Its "skin" is naturally very rough, but the farther away you are from that face, the more you can ignore these details.

"Saya—" The familiar cry was like a shock wave, distorting the air. Most of the artillery fire poured down from the offline aircraft exploded or went off track before it hit. As I said before, this huge Saya now is more inclined to the feeling of physical life, the hard and expressionless outline. It seems to have a strong spiritual corrosive force, which makes many aborigines shout wildly in the communication channel. This mania is very similar to what happened when we fought Shaya in the small town of Mar Jones. Because of the familiarity, I knew that they would soon not be so crazy, because, in the eyes of the madmen, Saya would eventually become incomparably beautiful, a beauty they had never seen before.

If you can't resist the infection, your senses, cognition, and spirit will be completely distorted. This is the most terrifying aspect of the Saya virus, it will not turn people into zombies, nor will it make people lose their thinking, but it will completely distort people's perception of the outside world and the channels of understanding things, and reverse the beauty and ugliness, so that the spiritual personality will collapse in this crazy distortion. Even the same thing is completely different in the eyes of the infected and in the eyes of ordinary people. People use what they see and feel to form their own society and cognition, and once what they see and feel is distorted, the final result will naturally be biased.

When a person cannot correctly recognize the appearance of a "person", then he is no longer a "person".

"Don't look it in the eye! Don't look at that thing! Someone took advantage of the power to occupy the communication channel, shouting: "Close your eyes to me, shoot!" Fire! ”

The dense artillery fire has been raised to a level again, but the offline fleet does not intend to entangle, and the attack at this time is only to gain a chance for its own escape. This Saya is so big that it is only a hundred meters wide in the palm of its hand, and its head comes out of the entrance and exit of the quarantine area, but its body can't do it. At this time, the exit became a shackle that imprisoned it, but everyone saw that under the strange force of Saya Mammoth, the hard structure began to bend and break, and it was absolutely impossible to stop it for too long. The offline machine has accelerated to begin to evacuate, all the artillery fire, just to buy more time.

Because-

"That guy has wings!"

Yes, Saya has wings, and the Saya I used to have had two pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings, and they vibrated like a bee to be swift, and the air would form a huge storm because of the flapping of its wings, which was also the armor that protected Saya. The Saya I know, in this humanoid state, doesn't have much attack skills, only shows his body, waving his arms like a toddler to drive away what it hates, but it's this kind of simple power, with a solid slap, is enough to kill a second-level demonic messenger. What's even more terrifying is that once it comes into contact with its flesh and blood, it will be eroded, and this erosion intensity is also something that most second-level demonic messengers can't resist.

When facing the young girl-like Saya, the mysterious experts of the cyberball fought to their deaths one after another, and now this Saya is obviously more adult, bigger, and must have better fighting ability than the young girl. It is already an incredible miracle that the nine offline machines can escape. Even with a sword-like critical weapon, I don't want to fight such a huge Saya, the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo have created monsters that even they are unlikely to control.

"So, what's that!" Someone else screamed.

Then, everyone noticed, and from the periphery of the area, there was a large black shadow that rushed like a dark cloud, and when they saw it, everyone was shocked by the spectacle and frightening scene—it was a mass of flesh and blood, broken buildings, broken mechanical parts, swollen corpses, and even living infected people, as if pulled by a mysterious force, involuntarily gathering towards the area from all directions.

At this time, no one needs to explain it, I think everyone understands that these things will be condensed into the current Saya monster, making it even bigger and stronger.

"Ten handheld forms, concentrate firepower and rush over!" One of the captains said in the communication channel that because it was a modified person, his voice was still calm, "As long as you rush over, it's safe, that monster has to absorb so much substance, it's absolutely impossible to catch us." ”

The other captains, including "Ka", silently cooperated with his movements. The offline machine began to adjust its position, reduce the distance between each other, and then pop out the pipeline and bridge to connect with each other, and finally formed a larger offline machine, and the power began to increase significantly. The aborigines in the cabin were under unprecedented pressure, unable to speak, and the only sound of heavy breathing spread through the communication channels. This is also the first time I have experienced this kind of high-speed driving without decompression measures, but Mae muttered something as if he didn't feel anything, and I felt as if even the blood in my body was going to be overwhelmed in my head, and my vision began to blur.

The cabin shook violently, almost suspecting that it was going to disintegrate in the next moment, and the huge recoil caused parts of the cabin's interior to bend. It was the most intense offline fire-gathering to date, in order to carve a path through the cloud-covered Saya Erosion Xenomorphs. At this time, I think that if the body life opened the entrance and exit of the quarantine area, it would have chosen to evacuate as soon as it saw Saya. Even a superweapon with critical weapon strength may not be able to solve Saya in one shot, after all, this Saya is too large in size, and the mystery it possesses is even more unpredictable.

If it really condenses all the xenobiotics in the cluster, how far will it grow? I really can't imagine. In any case, it is the right choice to evacuate the tree pipe belt immediately.

The off-line machine used the undead artillery fire to cover itself, and rushed headlong into the onrushing alien swarm, and the artillery fire emptied the foreign objects within ten meters around the fuselage, and beyond this range, the strange and disgusting alien organisms swam like schools of deep-sea fish, and nothing could stop them. The offline machine seemed to have to use all the strength to feed in order to advance in this space, until a minute later, the sky in front of it began to clear, although there were still xenomorphs, but the number was not so dense, at this time, there was a long gasp in unison from the communication channel.

There was no slowdown, and I didn't dare to slow down to observe the changes after that, and after the huge offline machine disintegrated, the fish penetrated into a passage. As long as you can pass through here safely, you can go straight to the offline dock, start the high-speed ejection track, and leave this dead place as quickly as possible, without worrying about being intercepted by the enemy. Aborigines still have enough confidence in their high-speed ejection tracks. (To be continued......)