The prisoner's shell is known for its invincibility, which can withstand the frontal impact of a Level 4 nuclear weapon, so even though a portable hydrogen bomb was detonated inside the crystal sculpture, the clear blue humanoid sculpture still maintained its structural integrity, its shape was fixed, and there was not even the slightest sign of expansion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As a result, the massive energy generated by the explosion of the hydrogen bomb and the incomparable shock wave are all compressed inside the sculpture, perfectly simulating the endless fusion reactions inside the star. As a result, the pressure inside the sculpture soared instantly, reaching 240 million pascals in an instant.

When the hydrogen bomb exploded with unprecedented high temperature and pressure, the pair of green macro particles floating in the sculpture violently collided together, crushed into a ball, and coalesced into a brand-new macro particle, and at the same time released the energy of destroying the star and destroying the country, and bombarded the prisoner's shell magnificently.

And all of this was done in 0.01 seconds. The prisoner did not have time to react.

It is exactly the same as Zhuang Yan's calculation: after the prisoner swallows Zhuang Yan, a closed warehouse structure is formed. With the hydrogen bomb as the igniter, the macro particles as the fusion raw materials, and the invincible prisoner as the high-pressure reactor, the three major structures of the "macro particle fusion annihilation torpedo" in the purple electric technology officially gathered, and an indestructible interstellar torpedo formed a complete prototype for the first time on the primitive and backward earth.

Just as Xing Yan sighed: "No earthlings can kill the escaped prisoners." There's only one time to kill a prisoner, and that's when a prisoner kills. ”

After the prisoner was forced to devour Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan's most lacking weapon component, "a high-pressure reactor chamber sufficient to withstand the pressure of the star", was declared in place. As a result, the fifth-generation "Star-Destroying Nuclear Weapon", ignited by the fourth-generation nuclear weapons, was born, blooming with a shocking dazzling light, completely dissolving the crystal shell inside the prisoner.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

Risse can't leave this shareholder wind, no one can give it, only the prisoner can give it.

As the successor of socialism, Zhuang Yan did not forget to give full play to the fine traditions passed down by the martyrs when he was fighting wits and courage, and he did not care about the enemy's needs if he had no resources. Just like the military song of the Taihang Mountain guerrillas: "No food, no clothing, the enemy sent us forward." There are no guns, no cannons, the enemy made us. ”

The prisoners were able to play the Europeans well, but they suffered a secret loss in the East, and in the final analysis, they should blame it for their lack of cultural level and poor national cultural heritage. If the prisoner puts down his reserve, even if he spends an afternoon reading "Journey to the West", he will think about the fate of the Iron Fan Princess before eating Zhuang Yan, and it will not evolve into the current situation and become the first interstellar prisoner on Earth to be hunted by humans.

0.01 seconds, the prisoner did not have time to retreat. It was only when the shell dissolved and the psionic substance sprayed and poured like blood, that a few meaningless sentences flashed through the prisoner's trance-like mind:

"You've lost, alien."

"Victory is a façade of defeat, and the end is another beginning - feel the power of bugs."

The psionic matter rapidly evaporates into a gaseous state in a high temperature and high pressure similar to the core of the sun, and then disintegrates into isolated atoms, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a quantum cloud of majestic energy, like a thick nebula, slowly rotating in the core of the transparent sculpture. The prisoner's shell cracked, and the fragile core of consciousness was exposed to the scorching sun like a small fish in a cracked riverbed, and was instantly roasted dry, and consciousness was annihilated.

When the prisoner's soul was scattered, a wisp of unwillingness came to his mind, and a trace of sadness hit his heart—a death that was once as distant as a utopia came so suddenly.

The saddest thing for it was that it was stunned for a moment when it heard "Feel the power of bugs". It has always regarded Zhuang Yan as a stupid human being, as an ignorant mustard, just food at the bottom of the food chain, with no human rights at all. So before it died, it didn't even think about the meaning of this sentence, let alone run for its life in the first place.

Only then did the prisoner regret realizing that the person he was dealing with was not only a mentally ill person who generously died a life, but also a self-taught strategic deceit.

When dealing with strategic deception, pride is deadlier than bullets. The prisoner was defeated when he was only one step away from victory, just like falling off a cliff at the moment of reaching the top, and there was no time to regret and regret, only despair and rage.

The Seventh Apostle, the forerunner of Satan, the prisoner Amaimon, trembled in a blazing white light and let out an unwilling roar of rage: "Humble bug ......" Before he could say anything, he was out of breath, and the cry of indignation stopped abruptly in mid-air, and as the prisoner's inner shell gradually melted, cracks suddenly exploded on the crystal sculpture, and the long-pent-up high-pressure plasma beam erupted like a fierce waterjet and slammed into the wall of the storage room.

The unparalleled blast was as indestructible as the legendary beam-cutting cannon, like a searing sewing needle piercing the cheese, and the beam of plasma blasted through the steel walls, piercing three rooms and opening up a brilliant tunnel. The walls of the tunnel are dripping with lava, and the fire glitters into the depths of the granite formations, with no end in sight.

The blast of the rocks caused a loud and ear-ringing sound, and the entire base shook.

And this burst of energy completely broke the steady-state equilibrium of the "macroparticle fusion annihilation torpedo", and the crystal sculpture formed by the prisoner's corpse was suddenly crawled all over the body by cracks. Then the sculpture exploded, and the fragments scattered in all directions, crackling and shooting like a goddess scattering flowers. The steel walls of the storage room looked like they were made of chocolate, and one after another was pierced into a molten hole, and suddenly six iron walls were scarred all over the place, and there were bright red knife cuts of molten iron everywhere, and the fragments of the prisoners pierced through four or five layers of steel walls like bamboos, and shot seven or eight surrounding cabins into honeycomb-like sieves.

Veneto bore the brunt of the attack, instinctively covering his face with his arm, and there was nothing else he could do. The nanoworms in her body had paralyzed the lower half of her body, and she could only sit and wait for death when she couldn't move. When she gritted her teeth and waited for the pain in her body, she felt no pain at all, only heard the whistling knife fan passing by, but not a single fragment hit herself, it felt like someone suddenly held up an umbrella for her in a downpour, and let the rainstorm pass by, but she could be alone.

A familiar smell of sweat came, the tip of Veneto's nose moved, the warmth of his broken heart gathered, and he opened his eyes and shouted: "Zhuang Yan! ”

As soon as the eyes burned by the bright light opened, they suddenly felt as sore as chili powder. Veneto's eyes widened desperately, and tears rippled to see the translucent Zhuang Yan standing in front of him, looking down at her. The knife-like fragments "poof" pierced Zhuang Yan's back, vaporizing one after another, and the steam rising from his back was thicker than the pressure cooker in the fried chamber. The fragments that had not had time to vaporize were all tied to Zhuang Yan's back, and they were inlaid with a dazzling array of eyes, like a sword-backed dragon full of back spines. It turned out that the fragments that attacked Veneto were blocked by Zhuang Yan.

This Zhuang Yan's body is like a pot of boiling magma, flowing evenly from head to toe, and under the strong light, Zhuang Yan's color is golden, like the morning sun has softened into sugar threads, flowing into the outline of his body. However, the texture of the skin and the undulations of the muscles are detailed and realistic, and the familiar faces and expressions of concern are still clearly distinguished. He was like an elf of light and flame, standing still to block the rain of bullets for her, but he didn't seem to be in pain, just stood with his head down, and looked at her warmly with his hands down. (To be continued.) )