Ten offline machines quickly pass through the passage, sometimes only less than ten centimeters away from the side wall, a strange repulsion force so that the body does not crash into the wall, but also in some of the positions with broken line markers, but let the offline machine further accelerate, the acceleration sign will appear every fixed distance, so that the speed of the offline machine steadily increases, to this channel that only allows two offline machines to travel side by side, which means that there is only a short distance left from the high-speed ejection track. There are also some xenobiotics who have been alienated by the Saya virus here, summoned by the giant aggregate Saya, and run in the opposite direction from the offline machine, but they are immediately shattered after colliding with the offline machine. The force of the continuous impact kept shaking the offline machine, but it still did not slow down the offline machine.

Although there are no more people working, most of the equipment here is still working properly, making the aborigines who survived the offline machine feel very lucky. The destruction of the area by the giant aggregate Saya is expanding, and the aftermath of the tremors can be felt even in this passage, and the increasingly powerful tremors make it seem that Saya is approaching step by step. As if in a race for time, the offline machine rushed forward vigorously, but in the end it did not encounter much obstacle, and successfully reached the high-speed ejection trajectory that the aborigines called before the area was completely destroyed.

The gate in front of the passage was not opened, there was a distance of about ten meters, and it was blocked by all kinds of xenomorphic debris, but now there was no time to clear a path according to the normal procedure. The offline machine driving at the front did not reduce its speed, and the other offline machine deflected from the rear and drove side by side. The muzzles of the two offline machines were all opened, and after a short period of energy accumulation, they were fired out. The flames and impact swelled through the passage, quickly drowning out all the offline machines, and the path ahead was opened up by the blow. At the same time, all the offline machines have already put down their armor. obscuring everyone's view.

Before the firestorm died down, the captain shouted in the communication channel: "The high-speed ejection track is forced to start, and the countdown to self-destruction is three seconds." "The voice has not yet fallen, and the offline machine has already drilled into a narrow tunnel that only allows one offline machine to pass through guò. The passage is so dim that you can barely see what is on the side walls, and you can only see the adjustment of the fuselage. It feels like an upward passage. As soon as you enter this high-speed ejection track, you can clearly feel the acceleration of the body, the pressure transmitted to the body doubles, after one breath, the body violently shakes, and the next breath, a dull sound penetrates the armor from behind, echoing in the cabin, making people can't help but feel dizzy and disgusted. Another breath. The offline machine is like a ship in a storm, rising and falling with the violent wind and waves. This series of movements made the aborigines in the cabin realize that the self-destruction had begun, and it was not just the self-destruction of the high-speed ejection channel, such a strong impact must have been caused by the destruction of that living area.

Only when the shock showed signs of abating, did the armor of the offline machine rise again. One can observe the situation outside through the transparent porthole: the offline machine is shuttling between the tree pipe belts, but there are no more dead soldiers to harass it. Because the huge legion of dead soldiers who occupy the tree pipe belt has been staggered, like fallen leaves eaten by the wind, only the offline machine constantly adjusts the route with the help of the violent air current, after all, this is a gathering place for aborigines, and the captains are very familiar with the terrain and know how to make the offline machine better use the local environment. Take advantage of the interference of harsh environments.

The ten offline machines are all intact, lined up in a line in the gaps of various pipelines, and behind them, the result of the self-destruction of the area is that the pipeline group in that area has completely collapsed, and it looks like a mountain cliff is collapsing. Entangled, the roots-like pipes ignited, spreading rapidly in all directions, and not a single dead soldier could emerge from the scorched earth. However, just as everyone exhaled for the rest of their lives, an indescribable sound penetrated the fuselage and echoed in everyone's ears, and the aborigines immediately felt uncomfortable, and in my senses, to forcibly describe that sound, it could only be called "distortion", and this distortion went directly from the eardrum to the heart, as if to stir the consciousness and soul into a kind that they could not accept at all.

Saya, it's Saya - that's all I have in my head.

All those who could still struggle looked at the scorched earth after self-destruction, only to see the silhouette of a huge female body rising from the ground, as if pushing away the soil buried in the body and burrowing out of the grave. This body was even bigger than what had been seen in the quarantine zone, like a mountain giant in the occult, and the body alone was as high as a mountain. When it stood up, the entire tree pipe belt seemed to shrink into a villa, and the offline machine was like a mosquito. The sight was visually stunning, and the dead soldiers who had just risen from the imbalance seemed to have received a new order, ignoring our ten offline machines, and instead flocked to the incomparably huge aggregate Saya like an ant colony. However, in full view, Saya spread out four pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings behind him, two more than I had seen in the past apocalyptic vision.

When these cicada-like wings flapped, a new storm was set off in the entire tree pipe belt, because the frequency was so fast that it seemed to turn into a blurred shadow. It's like a bee magnified thousands of times in the form of a female human. Objects that are not heavy enough will not be approachable at all, and objects that are not strong enough will simply break in the storm, and the strength of the corpse soldiers' bodies prevents them from being broken, but they cannot get close to Saya within a hundred meters. The legions of the undead soldiers who crowded away piled up like ant balls, and then were slapped by the huge palms that fell from the sky, like destroying a sand castle that was not very strong, and the legion of dead soldiers collapsed down with countless pipelines.

With such a terrifying power, once it is hit by acquaintance, even a third-level demonic emissary who specializes in physical strength must be glad that he can survive. In short, when I see it now, it makes people feel that they must not fight to the death with such a monster. The dead soldiers still pounced in the direction of the aggregate Saya, and Saya, relying on the high-speed vibration of the four pairs of wings, slowly floated up, which was an incomparably heavy feeling, as if the wings would fall at any time due to overload.

However, no matter how the dead soldiers scrambled forward, even if the light of the cannonballs they had never seen before streaked across the sky like a meteor swarm, with the help of "mystery", they were free from the interference of the riotous air currents. exploded directly on the body of the aggregate Saya, but it didn't shake the huge female body in the slightest. No, it should be said, even in the explosion, something like a building broke and fell from that piece of skin. It was as if it had just been touched off, and it had no meaning to the aggregate Saya, but with the fall of these xenomorphs, there was a large swarm of spores that were quite large compared to us humans, spewing outward, parasitizing the surrounding matter in the storm - including pipelines and those dead soldiers, and soon the dead soldiers were eroded by the alienated flesh and blood, and when they were squeezed by other dead soldiers, this erosion spread again.

True. The Dead Soldier is supposed to be a weapon with no sense of personality of its own, and is completely driven by a security network, but it seems that the alienated part can no longer be driven by the ontology. As Saya pushes forward, these alienated corpses will be absorbed and aggregated on its body, giving people a terrifying idea that it can continue to grow.

At this time, we are instead in relative safety, as Saya and the Dead are both focused on each other. Our mere 10 offline machines have become so small that they are no longer worth paying attention. The natives survived the rise of Saya. The distorted cry, but seeing the shocking scene behind it, it took a long time to make a dry voice in the communication channel: "It's really late this time, and the tree pipe belt is completely finished." ”

The sadness in the hearts of the aborigines was filled with sighs and silence, and the air in the cabin was particularly heavy. This tree pipe belt was once the place they relied on for survival, and it was transformed over many generations. It has become more habitable than other areas. Without Saya's survival, even if the settlement were destroyed, the indigenous people would have been able to return to the area after a successful counteroffensive and use the remaining heritage to rebuild and continue their lives. But. This aggregate Saya shows a desperate mystery, with the spores scattered by the air current, it has a strong erosive force, and the xenobiotic produced by erosion will become a part of Saya. If the cycle continues, it won't be long before the entire tree pipe belt will become a part of Saya, and it will become a gathering place for ruins, and there will be nothing left, even if this Saya, the result will probably not change anything, not to mention, I don't think that this aggregate Saya, can be destroyed by the aborigines, I think, they think so too.

Even if the natives brought out the critical weapons in the gathering place to fight back against the doomsday Shinrikyo and the physical beings who caused this ruinous scene, even the critical weapons were not enough to give them confidence in fighting against Saya. Because, the expression of this aggregate Saya is really shocking. It's huge, it's powerful, it's eroding, it's constantly regenerating, and most of the mystical types that I know of can't really do it any harm, unless it has a targeted mystery.

I don't have to be afraid of this aggregate Saya, because my swift sweep allows me to escape even in the worst-case scenario. However, the fleeing aborigines will become even weaker than in the past after losing the technical support of the gathering place, and their strength is already shown in the "sociality", the social power is a kind of power that relies on quantitative change to bring qualitative change, and the surviving aborigines today, how much is the total number of original gathering places?

The aborigines became a little depressed after confirming that they would probably not be able to destroy the terrible monster in front of them for a long time, and in the depression, there was a anger that seemed to explode at any time.

"It's over...... It's all over ......" speech like a mourning dog, wandering through the communication channel, like a confused ghost.

"- At least we're alive." I say this, because it's important, so I say it twice: "We're alive!" ”

"Yes, it's not just us." The voice of the captain "Ka", which was as calm as a plane, also sounded at this time, "Look, there are still compatriots who have escaped." ”

With his voice, many aborigines raised their heads and looked at the world outside the cabin through the portholes, through the holographic screen suspended in mid-air. I saw one after another offline machines coming out of the extremely remote pipeline group, some of which were extremely dilapidated and rickety, and had to be dragged by other offline planes to fly, and some of which had been modified more sophisticated and armed to the teeth, which was very hideous at first sight. However, when they gathered towards us like scattered swimming fish, a huge fleet was formed. The damaged offline machine was surrounded at the core and began to accept repairs from other offline machines. On the way to the flight, the fleet relied on various robotic arms and pipelines. They are connected to each other to form a temporary workshop.

"We've been releasing crypto information." That's how the captains of the ten offline machines explained. Originally, this encrypted information could not be released lightly, for fear of the enemy's cracking, after all, it was full of security guards, which meant that the security network had extended its tentacles to the tree pipe belt. In information management. There is nothing more powerful than the Ruling Bureau's security net. However, the abnormal movement of the dead soldiers made the captains decide to take a risk, since they have reached this point, what else is there to scruple about? Speculating that the Ruling Authority's security network diverted all its attention to the aggregate Saya, gambling on the encrypted information to contact the other survivors, and the result was what was seen - a huge fleet of offline planes. Carrying the hope of all the survivors, escape from the tree pipe belt that has completely collapsed.

Then, more offline machines came from all directions, and these offline machines were also the part that also escaped the pursuit of the enemy and could eventually be activated.

A fleet of ninety-nine offline organizations broke through the gray fog while discussing the next place to settle down in the communication channel. Fall into the abyss of a bottomless complex of buildings. Lights flickered in the distance, and in the fleet. There was an even stronger flame burning. The aborigines completed the election of the interim management in an hour, and the assignment of various tasks, and everyone except me had a lot of work to do, when they got into action. Tenacious vitality is once again growing in this space. All the tasks are centered on "resting", "strengthening" and "preparing for a counteroffensive", and before the war comes again, a part of the seeds will be divided to ensure that the aborigines can continue to reproduce. is a vital thing.

Perhaps because they have always lived in a brutal environment, none of the Aboriginal people will refuse the distribution of "fighting" and "reproduction", which is not based on the standard of individual will, and the Aboriginal people do not show much individual will, and the expression of collective will is stronger than any group I have seen.

In order to allow the compatriots left behind to have a relatively safe living environment, the offline aircraft fleet left all the parts of the abandoned capital that had been detected, and carried out the most basic environmental transformation in an abyss that they came to for the first time. Then, there were forty more offline planes to be left behind, and the offline planes that could eventually participate in the counterattack war, a total of fifty-one, a total of three hundred aboriginal fighters.

When the overhaul of the living environment and the offline machine was in action, I sat on the humble platform with Mae in my arms, looking at the zenith lights that I don't know how far away. I know that time is of the essence, and that what the Doomsday Shinrikyo and Physic Beings take with them after their attack on the gathering place will definitely speed up their arrangement, and I must take away their "door" before they can leave the Victorian Heavy Industries Materialization Zone. This is to make up for the apologies in my heart and fulfill the promise to the Las Vegas Special Operations Force. For this, I need the help of these indigenous peoples.

No matter what happened in the past, we are indeed on the same front at this time. No matter how urgent the situation, the time that passes at this time must be necessary.

"I heard that there are outsiders who saved us, and it was really you." A voice came from behind me. I didn't look back, I knew that the speaker was the captain "plus". I didn't expect her to survive too. Although we haven't known each other for a long time, in this drastic situation, there is also a kind of comfort from old acquaintances. It's great to be alive to see each other, even if we meet again, we don't necessarily have to be friends.

"Ping is dead." I said calmly.

"I heard, how did he die?" After a pause, he said, "Forget it, anyway, even if you don't die outside, you won't necessarily survive if you stay in the gathering place." I don't like you, outsider, but I can't say that you are the one who caused the current result. She paused again and said, "That's what I want to say to you." ”

"Yes," I said...... "Actually, I don't think that the current situation can be caused by myself." I have no ill will towards you, and I would be grateful if you could give me a place in the rest of the action. ”

"I heard you have a critical weapon?" "We need a strong helper like you," Plus said. Moreover, you should be able to provide us with a situation of what is taught. ”

"Doomsday Shinrikyo." I said, "The virus that destroyed your gathering place, which I call the Saya virus, was created by the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. However, this outbreak was more intense than the last time I experienced it. ”

"Wizard? It's a strange name, but it doesn't matter, if it's an enemy, you have to take it down. If you are hurt, you have to take revenge. Plus said, "Is this Saya virus in the control of shamans?" ”

"I don't know the exact situation, but I don't think those wizards can control such things." I replied calmly, "They made it, but I guess we don't know much about its true power." On my building, it's better to treat that giant monster as a free destroyer. ”

"In other words, as long as there is a way to lure it to the base of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult, it will also cause them harm?" Plus asked.

"I think so." I asked rhetorically, "Have you decided on the base of Shinrikyo in Doomsday?" Where is the body life too? ”

"I think we found it. We had already assessed the failures before the situation in the agglomeration completely deteriorated, and that was why so many people were able to escape. "But the speed and duration of that deterioration is stronger than we estimated. So, in the end, only so many people escaped. We are starting anew, just as our ancestors did when they first came to this settlement. ”

"It's just a fresh start, but it's not a complete despair, is it? It's a blessing in misfortune. I said, "It would be understandable if you decided not to participate in the counteroffensive." There are only so many of you left. ”

"No, a counteroffensive is inevitable." In a very certain tone, he said: "With or without the help of outsiders, we will not change this decision." When you are beaten, as long as you still have the strength to fight back, you must fight back, and let the enemy know that even if you can win, you must pay the price that you are not willing to pay, this is the survival rule of this layer. The Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Bodylife will not attack us for no reason, and if they want to take anything from us, they must need it to accomplish their goal - our counterattack will destroy their hopes in one fell swoop, and whatever they want to do, they will not succeed! ”

"I don't know exactly what they want to do, but if you want to destroy their goal, are you sure you still have the strength?" I asked, "Even when the gathering place was intact, you were not able to defeat them." ”

"Now, we're the hunters." As he said that, the footsteps faded away.

With her gone, some thoughts about "Ping" in my heart gradually faded away, and finally there was nothing left. I continued to hold Mae in my arms, wrapping myself and her in my torn battle trench coat, and waited for the war to begin while gazing at the distant and cold light. With the flash of the construction site, the darkness and gray fog in the abyss became more and more intense.

After ten collective meals, a large number of purification equipment stood on the cliff composed of the building complex where the offline fleet docked, and the huge construction machine qì transformed the irregular structure of the building complex into a new base, and its relatively regular style formed a fairly obvious dividing line with the surrounding building complex. Crowds of people came and went in a hurry, and offline planes were constantly rising and falling, like hard-working bees, transporting the materials needed for the big construction. The Indigenous people took this kind of construction very quickly, much faster than the Las Vegas Special Operations Forces camp, and by the time the general outline took shape, its internal structure was nearing completion. The gray fog in this area has thinned out a lot, a little closer to the level of what was once the gathering place of the tree pipe belt, and inside the base, the aborigines can finally take off their protective clothing and move freely.

At the same time, the offline machines selected to participate in the counteroffensive have begun to assemble for the last trimming. (To be continued......)