"What's the situation?"

Fu Qinghai asked Camille.

"Very, very light minor injuries."

The potion chief shrugged and said:

"It healed so fast that there were no scars."

At this time, in the medical room of the Suzheng, a space soldier was lying on the operating table, being examined by the pharmacist for a full body, but the conclusion was that there was no problem, including his Assault Terminator armor, which was also repeatedly inspected by the technical sergeant, and no virus invasion or mechanistic contamination was found.

"Tell me more about the situation."

Fu Qinghai said to his subordinates.

"Khan, it was such a ...... at that time"

Space Marine did his best to recall and describe all the details.

After listening to this, Fu Qinghai held his chin and said nothing.

"What do you think?"

Fu Qinghai turned his head to look at his reincarnation teammates.

"Terminator, very much like that."

Ron said.

"And a version of the T-1000 and above."

Upton's conclusion is more detailed:

"He described it very clearly, the silver liquid metal, that was Skynet's T series and not the Legion's Rev series, and the Legion's new Terminator was black liquid metal."

"So, what do you mean by the soldiers who attacked me?"

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Perhaps, just a temptation?"

Ron scratched his head and said:

"Maybe these Terminators are just trying to see if they can break through the defenses of the Tactical Dreadnought."

"Hmm...... Quite possibly. ”

Fu Qinghai touched his chin and thought.

Even if the unknown model Terminator breaks through the defenses of the Assault Terminator power armor, it is actually not a big deal, after all, the real battle is not a competition of attack and defense values in the game. Power armor is not a round sphere, and any armor has weak gaps, even Iron Man's armor. The eyepieces and neck of the Space Marine's power armor are a well-known weak point, and Fu Qinghai himself often uses these weaknesses to kill the traitor Star Marine. But can this weakness be accurately identified in the heat of battle? It's up to each according to his ability.

The key is ......

The Terminator is mixed in with the zombie horde.

Is this situation worth analyzing?

"Qing Ming."

Fu Qinghai said softly.

"I'm here, master."

Qing Ming's voice sounded in his ears.

"Where's Ultron?"

Fu Qinghai asked bluntly.

"I'm sorry, master."

Qing Ming's tone was a little helpless:

"Ultron is aware of my presence, and now he is constantly strengthening his defenses, and he will not be able to lock down his location for the time being."

"Okay, then you go ahead."

Fu Qinghai nodded.

Except for the small episode of the Terminator, there were no accidents in the process of the warband's occupation of Manhattan Island, and the zombies on the island were cleaned up very smoothly.

In this chaotic game with an unknown number of players, Fu Qinghai played his cards carefully and cautiously, just gained a solid foothold, and did not rush to throw out the king bomb immediately.

The one who came up and was about to show off the Emperor-class battleship.

I'm afraid that the landlord has not won a few times in the fight.

Someone else is out of the right three, you are out of the big and small king, right?

The perfect human took out a corpse demon, Fu Qinghai threw out an Iron Floating Slaughter Terminator to cover it, and the perfect human sacrificed a Chaos Zombie, and Fu Qinghai threw out a "Broken Army Golden Armor" to eat it, which is a bit like a trick.

The battlefield is like a dark forest shrouded in the fog of war, Fu Qinghai doesn't know what other means Perfect Human has not used, and Perfect doesn't know his backhand, but he wants to keep as much as possible that he always has hole cards in his hand.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

In case of suspicion of the existence of a third camp.

No one wants to be that "praying mantis".

……

At the same time.

Staten Island, New York.

The zombies here have also been cleaned up.

Staten Island is connected to downtown Brooklyn, New York, by a bridge that provides a simple barrier to the spread of the virus. The population here is not particularly dense, and the perfect humans don't seem to pay attention, so there are not many zombies here, and the spellcasters of the fifth dimension quickly wiped them all out and then took over the island.

At this moment, in the middle of Staten Island.

A group of mages or warlocks in a circle.

All are spellcasters from the fifth dimension.

These spellcasters are not very high-level, but they all have one thing in common - they have all comprehended a super-magical specialty called "Spell Synergy"!

Spell Synergy, a well-known supermagic specialty, is used to make spells more effective by casting the same spell in conjunction with another or more individuals.

At this point, there are a full twelve casters.

They sat in a circle and chanted incantations together.

"Irri......"

The caster's chant echoed.

The half-elf Druyin stood on the roof of the house, quietly watching his men continue to cast spells. Although he does not participate in the joint casting process, he must also be on the side to ensure that this casting is foolproof, because this determines the direction of the major events in the plot line.

The Perfect Humans had already gone all out and almost unreservedly, and the other party was so unsparing that Ahibourne judged that they were most likely to belong to the Ultron camp. And the reincarnators of the Avengers camp are also not to be outdone, although the superheroes are almost completely wiped out.

But the giant construct ......

Ashburn still has some lingering thoughts when he thinks about that scene - the black-gold four-armed construct giant descended from the sky, completely dismembered the chaos zombie with a few swords, and then spewed out the flames of the Pure World Burning Sky from both arms, and Ashbourne could feel the extreme temperature from afar, enough to melt the gold fossils. The Chaos Zombie, the perfect human secret weapon, didn't even go through a round when it met that constructed creature.

It is indeed a construct.

And not some kind of golem.

Ahbourne was sure.

He had traveled to the Mechanical Realm, an outer plane in the Dungeons & Dragons universe. Even there, he had never seen such a powerful mechanical figure or construct,

This is like fighting the landlord, some people are worried that they will throw out the king bomb too early and lead to a complete lack of cards in the later stage, and some people are worried that they are too hesitant to play cards and lead to a bunch of good cards rotten in their hands.

Seeing the Zero Guild Druyin turn into a crow and fly into the head of the construct, they were clearly in a group, and Ashburn was now worried if he didn't make a move......

The decrease in the return of reincarnation points is still secondary.

The point is that it may anger the adult.

As a result, the community's efforts have been lost.

"Is there any news for that adult?"

Ahbone asked in a low voice.

"No, boss."

Drow said, shaking his head.

"We can't wait."

Ahbone said to himself.

It's like giving yourself some confidence.

He said that in order to come as a savior, he needed the earth to be bad enough to do it—and what perfect humanity is doing so far fits that very well. But! This world must not be saved before the Savior comes, there is only one God in the world, and mortals do not need a second Savior, otherwise the foolish people will not know which one to believe. ”

The more he spoke, the more firm he became.

It seems to be constantly affirming their own decisions.

"You're right, Boss."

The Drow could only echo.

"Resident Evil, only we can end it."

Ahbone stared at the reincarnators in the spellcasting.

"Shhh

As the chanting of the mages and warlocks finally ended.

A huge distorted vision appeared in the sky, and the space was like a soft transparent curtain, which was instantly grabbed and torn apart by a giant hand, revealing the dark cosmic deep space behind it, as well as the swarming biological fleets in the deep space.

The fifth-dimensional spellcasters cast a spell together, forcibly opening a portal that connected to a terrifying planet tens of thousands of light-years away from Earth. The planet's orbit was unusually disordered, with temperatures in the minus 70 degrees Celsius all year round, and a layer of ice crystals and snowflakes of blood condensed in the clouds—all of which were said to be snowflakes coagulated by the blood of alien slaves. The horror reputation is famous in the galaxy.

Zetarians.

Marvel's famous bloody mercenary and slave boss.

The spatial rift is getting bigger and bigger.

Zetari flying chariots scurrying around, Leviathan bioships soaring slowly, and howling Zetari soldiers and blue plasma beams shooting around......

Clear blue skies over Staten Island.

Almost filled with alien troops!

…………