Concussion grenades, a type of ammunition that is about to be forgotten. After the appearance of the unique device, it quickly attracted the attention of countless people.

So much so that everyone forgets that there is another thing that can also affect the spiritual energy in the body of living beings.

"Boom ——!" The whole town trembled, the explosion shook the earth, and the dense cannonballs obscured everything.

If you look down from the sky, the town has become a sea of blue energy at this moment. Layers of blue shockwaves intertwined, layer after layer, connected together, like a dark blue dome, enveloping the entire town in it.

The impact of this dense shock array in the short term is even more terrifying than that of the stance device. break off

"It turns out that's what it's like to be banned." In the tavern, in the room, the body of the woman in black trembled slightly. She slowly stretched out her snow-white arm, and found that the muscles on her arm were spasming slightly, and the spiritual energy in her body was completely disordered, and it was not controlled at all, as if she was about to leave her body.

Suddenly, a great pain struck her, making her snort. Not only the muscles in her body, but even the internal organs in her abdomen seemed to be about to rebel, as if there was a knife stirring inside, which made her extremely uncomfortable, and she almost fell on the spot.

Fortunately, her years of training in controlling her body have taken effect. She can still endure this pain.

It's a fifth-level creature, so it won't fall to the ground and roll and wail like other creatures.

"The psionic energy is uncontrollable, I thought this energy had been integrated with me." The woman in black endured the pain and whispered.

"The human body is just one of the carriers of this energy." The wheelchair man said lightly. Just as the car is the carrier of gasoline, the two are not compatible at all, they are just two different concepts.

Once it encounters the influence of an external force, such as the mechanical family

"Psionic extractor", the psionic energy in the human body will also be extracted. At the beginning, Su Xia's body as the commander of the north wind was drained of some of his spiritual energy, causing him to have an upper limit of 3.6 level spiritual energy, but his actual combat power was only less than half.

"Isn't there a way to get along?" The woman in black asked, "If you can completely integrate this energy with the human body, will you no longer have to be afraid of the mechanical stand?" ”

"I don't know." The wheelchair man said.

"You don't even know the gods?"

"I'm not a god." The wheelchair man shook his head lightly and added, "But multiple studies have shown that the Zerg creatures should be in the same situation as you say." He said that this involves a very serious research topic - the same use of psionic energy, why do the Zerg mutate, but humans and machines do not?

After the spiritual power descended on this planet, the small animals in the wilderness began to mutate. Rare animals slowly grow fangs, others have hardened their skin, and their appearance has become more and more eccentric.

In the end, it is the large and small insect nests and all kinds of Zerg creatures that we see now. From the eyes of ordinary people, they have become more intimidating and more capable of fighting.

To be precise - stronger, but uglier! However, the human race and the mechanical race are also using psionic energy, why is there no mutation?

More than 10 years ago, several research institutes invested by the Cyborg and the Sun Foundation of Humanity published a joint research paper, in which for the first time the specific reasons for this situation were discussed and studied in detail.

Since then, many scientific research institutions and educational groups have published articles and opinions on this issue.

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"Because the insects are completely fused with psionic energy, they seem to be creatures created by the creator for this power, enlarging each of their cells, and even finding special biological structures that carry psionic substances in the cells." The wheelchair man said slowly.

In other words, the Terrans and Machines seem to be mere pure users and beneficiaries of psionic powers. This kind of energy actually has little to do with these two races.

And the Zerg is the real bearer of this energy, as if it was specially created by the Creator.

"The Creator? Is there really such a thing? The woman in black was surprised.

"I don't know." The man in the wheelchair shook his head.

"Seems to have heard of it somewhere." break off

"Well, the automatons were the first to come up with this concept."

"Do the autonmen know anything?" The woman in black wondered,

"They have more wreckage of alien technology than we do, they have obtained a lot of information, and their understanding of the universe is much more detailed than ours, maybe they ......"

"Not necessarily." The wheelchair man interrupted her.

"What do you mean?" The woman asked.

"Alien wreckage, different from what you think."

"How is it different?" break off

"You haven't seen it, so you don't know."

"I don't have enough permissions." The woman in black hadn't seen an alien wreckage, only that the tavern had it.

"Want to see it?" The wheelchair man smiled faintly: "After I go back, I can take you to see it and be prepared to be disappointed." A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the woman in black: "God stick, can you really take me to see this?" ”

"Yes, you've contributed enough to the tavern over the years, and I'll apply for an adjustment of permissions for you." break off

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The wheelchair man shook his head: "Actually, there is nothing to see, we can't go deep into the core area of the wreckage, we can only see some basic things outside." The woman in black was surprised: "Why? Isn't our technology enough to open the wreckage core? ”

"Yes, it's not ......" The wheelchair man rubbed his eyebrows, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.

He continued: "In the ship, there is a very grumpy intelligent butler called 'Hal', he doesn't let us in, and if we force our way in, he will start the ship's self-destruction program and let everything left in the ship turn to ashes with him. "Absolutely

"Why don't you let us in?" The woman in black asked.

He said...... The ship already has a new captain on the planet, and no one can enter it except the new one. ”

"What?" The woman in black was stunned, the new captain? How is it possible to have a new captain on this planet?

An indigenous man who became the captain of an alien ship...... It's hard to imagine.

"Can you get him to change the captain? Are there any tests? Need some kind of knowledge? For example, spaceship piloting skills? The woman in black asked.

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"Nope."

"Why not? Isn't there a test? So how do you identify a new captain? ”

The smart butler said...... There was no test, but none of us were qualified, only the new captain was qualified. ”

"Inexplicably, what is qualification? Could it be that the new captain is the chosen one? ”

"I don't know." The wheelchair man smiled suddenly,

"But what is certain is that the mechanical people did not open the core of the shipwreckage they owned, and were blocked out of the core like us, otherwise with their technological capabilities, they would have broken through the limitations of this planet long ago and opened the interstellar era."

"So everyone is the same......" Thinking about it this way, the tavern and the mechanical clan seem to be still on the same starting line, and even if they are behind, they are not too far behind.

Whoever can find the new captain will have the upper hand and get the core secret in advance. Come to think of it, the new captain should be very mysterious, very low-key, hiding in the vast sea of people, consciously protecting himself from detection, so as to protect himself, and definitely not a person like the masked monster.

"The Mask Geek, who is high-profile all day long and wants to put himself on the front page of the news, is certainly not the new captain." The woman in black said firmly.

"It could be." The man in the wheelchair shook his head.

"Huh?"

"What do you think...... Why are the automatons going after him? ”

"I see, no wonder the headquarters is behaving so abnormally." Thinking of a series of recent events, the woman in black suddenly figured out a lot.

The woman in black turned her head to look at the twisted door, as if to see the strange metal creature in the hall through the door.

That terrifying metal monster, could it be some kind of alien technology? At this moment, a piece of the tavern hall has been poured out.

The psionic creatures present all experienced the happiness of those members of the Seahorse City branch.

"Ahh How can it hurt so much! Someone cried out in pain and fell to the ground convulsing and rolling.

"I thought those guys in Seahorse City were exaggerating, and they wanted to die in pain, but I didn't expect it to be true!" The other wailed, his features distorted in pain.

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"It hurts so much!"

"Are those explosions out there concussion bombs?"

"How can a concussive bomb have such a large-scale field control effect......"

The screams and wails of "Pain, ......" are connected together, making people feel as if they are in purgatory. That feeling of cramps all over the body is really not something that normal people can bear, it is comparable to the most cruel torture in the world.

Outside the tavern, the rest of the organization members were the same, and they fell in pain one by one. For the first time, they felt the pain of the Stance Apparatus.

"Grass, it's all hidden in Conch City, how can it still be shrouded by the stance device!" Some people scolded bitterly.

"It's not a stance device, it's those concussion bombs!"

In the famous houses around the town of "vomiting ......", there were continuous sounds of screaming, scolding, and vomiting, and for a while, people turned their backs and horses, and no psionic creature could calm down.

In the end, only a few fourth-level creatures remained, as well as ordinary members of the organization, who could barely maintain order.

And among these ordinary people, a considerable number are players. Almost none of the absolute players took the psionic evolution route, and they took the titanium particle route, although it was much weaker than the psionic route, but now it is not affected.

"Is this our time?" There was a player who joined the Sun Foundation talking to himself, and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

"It's so beautiful, those exploding concussion bombs are even more beautiful than fireworks." Many players are standing by the window or simply walking out onto the street.

They didn't feel the slightest pain, and now they can enjoy this blue festival without any scruples.

Many players' screen recording systems are always on, to record the brilliant blue fireworks in their entirety.

"It's worth staying up tonight! A lot of people out there are asking me about the situation here. "Absolutely

"Me too, I've received hundreds of private messages on my personal account!" The players on the street exchanged heads and ears, and everyone had a happy expression on their faces.

"Then again, why has the color of technology always been blue? Even many science fiction movies use this color. One of the players suddenly asked.

When you look up, the night sky is a beautiful and gorgeous blue.

"Because Cherenkov radiates light." Someone next to him explained.

"What customer service?"

"Cherenkov, a former SL physicist, is not a customer service." Some players have explained that when the nuclear fission reactor is activated, it will burst out with a deep blue light.

It is the blue that represents the top technology of mankind, the blue of dreams, and it is also a kind of Cherenkov radiation phenomenon.

"Stop watching the blue light, the organization told us to continue eavesdropping on what's going on inside the tavern." Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Eavesdropping, can you shout out such a thing?"

"......" Everyone was speechless for a while, and returned to their respective organizations. The situation in the Tavern was quite bad, and the only sound of eavesdropping could be heard, and nothing of valuable information could be heard.

At this moment, inside the hall of the tavern. Some of the tavern members adjusted to the pain, no longer screaming as they had at first, barely holding themselves up, standing against the table.

Under the arrangement of the manager of the local branch, some ordinary members who had no psychic abilities hurriedly ran to the warehouse, took out boxes and boxes of painkillers, and injected those members who really couldn't stand it one by one.

In the aftermath of the Seahorse City incident, organizations everywhere snapped up a batch of painkillers, which now came in handy.

The members of "Hu ......" who were injected with painkillers were relieved, and although it was still painful, they could bear it.

The vast majority of people were like puddles of mud, slumped in various parts of the hall, not wanting to move, hoping that the explosion would pass sooner.

There are also some members who always focus on Su Xia. They felt that if Su Xia was really a pure psionic monster, he would be even more miserable than them by now, right?

But...... Su Xia stood quietly in the hall, not responding at all.

"Is he immune to psionic stance?" Many people were shocked and could not help but have such conjectures.

"Maybe he's just holding on?" break off

"The hall is full of our people, and he doesn't dare to show his weakness, most of them endure the pain." Thinking of this, the eyes of a small number of members flickered, and there were some other thoughts in their hearts.

Not only them, but even Frank saw a glimmer of hope.

"This ...... That's the power of the stance device...... "His body twitched slightly, and his face twitched from time to time, but he still endured.

This is his chance. Under the position, all beings are equal, and no one has much power. break off

"Hey, it looks like I shouldn't have died." Frank endured the pain, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile, and said to Su Xia.

"How?" Su Xia was still bland.

"Masked Monster, how much power do you have left?" Frank's eyes were like wolves, as if he was asking Susha a question, but he was actually reminding the tavern members around him.

He knew that there must be a lot of tavern members who were tempted.

"The whole area is shrouded in a position, masked monster, how many bullets can you block now?" He added, continuing to remind the tavern members.

In the standpoint, even ordinary people can kill psionic creatures head-on. There are not a few ordinary members in the Tavern.

Many of the ordinary members had their heads bowed, as if they weren't paying attention to the situation in the center of the hall, but their eyes flashed with an inexplicable glint as many of them put their hands on their weapons at their waists.

They noticed that creatures below level four, who were now even inferior to ordinary people, were all convulsing in pain.

And the local person in charge of the tavern, a fourth-level creature, can only barely maintain the stability of his body now, and he is no different from ordinary people.

As a masked monster of a fifth-level creature, there should still be a few traces of power, but there is not much left.

"Maybe ......"

"Is this really an opportunity?" In the corner, many members looked at each other and thought secretly. In the hall, Su Xia suddenly smiled.

He looked around, looked at the rest of the people, and said with a light smile, "Everyone, do you think you can do it again?" No one responded to him, and many people lowered their heads and did not look at Su Xia, afraid that their eyes would betray their inner thoughts.

After all, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Su Xia shook his head: "I wasted too much time tonight, so be it, it's time to go back." As he spoke, he waved his hand indifferently, and his silver-white arm turned into a knife and swung it violently at Frank in front of him.

Absolute Frank's face changed drastically, he pulled out the psionic weapon behind his waist to block, used the last of his strength, and shouted: "I don't believe you are not affected, everyone in the tavern, don't you ......" Before he could speak, he heard a ding, and the precious psionic weapon was broken in two.

Immediately afterward, he only felt a chill in his neck.

"Click-" Frank's eyes widened, and he shuddered. He trembled and reached out and touched his neck, only to feel a stream of warm blood splash out.

The strength in his body dissipated in an instant, he fell weakly, his face was pale, and in the last hours of his life, he muttered to himself dejectedly: "You...... How come you weren't affected...... This is unscientific...... "The moment they met just now, he felt Su Xia's strength.

It was as strong as ever, not weakened in the slightest. Su Xia didn't respond, the knife slowly returned to normal, and then looked around indifferently and looked at the rest of the people in the hall.

Everyone retreated one after another, horrified in their hearts, for fear that Su Xia would kill him. At this moment, they couldn't afford to resist at all!

The people who wanted to do it just now buried their heads deeper, their whole bodies tense, almost suffocated with nervousness, and kept praying in their hearts.

"Heh......" Jue Su Xia suddenly laughed, as if he was laughing at everyone, and then his body moved. Bang!

Smoke and dust rose and the tavern trembled. A large hole was knocked out of the top of the entire tavern. Su Xia rose into the sky, dashing and free, directly breaking through the layers of blue ripples, and laughed: "What a blue firework, I like it, thank you!" With that, he moved and drifted away, untouched, like a free nighthawk.

…… Inside the tavern, in the room. The wheelchair man's face, which had always been calm, finally showed a hint of change.

After hearing Su Xia's words, his body trembled, and he suddenly stood up from his wheelchair!

"He's not affected?"