"Aether Explosion." The noisy monster looked at the changes in the machine king in front of him.

After directly hitting the opponent's head, Wan Yi doesn't care what will become of the Machine King. Of course, for a self-adapting disaster, the greatest possibility of such a punch is to destroy some device in the opponent's brain, and the brain begins to regenerate after a short period of destruction.

If you don't come back, you die.

If you come back to rebirth.

The experience of being suppressed for more than ten years, driven by toys and weapons, and the countless emotions that have been pent-up, are out of control at this moment.

He recovered from his stupor, and then fell deeper into a stupor.

Then, the Aether exploded.

Previously, because of the special state of the Machine King, Wan Yimen could only vaguely judge that the Machine King should be in the second stage as a disaster, and the specific scope could not be detailed.

But now, whatever he was before, it is now clear.

The limit of the second stage, to be precise...... It is a quasi-three-stage stage.

The little flesh that was left began to regenerate.

But the armor on his body did not become a shackle for the other party.

The blood is sticky, and the flesh and blood clinging to it, completely impregnating and infiltrating the mechanical armor of the body.

"And this way of playing?"

Wan also thought of the information he had collected and summarized about the self-adaptation disaster.

This seems to be the most common and common calamity, but in fact, there are many ways to dig deeper.

"Self-adaptation" is for self-adaptation.

Adaptation is a disaster that requires constant adaptation to oneself, not to one's surroundings.

As for what the calamity itself needs to adapt, it is naturally a spirit that constantly mutates and deranges.

To put it bluntly, the physical changes of self-adaptation are all direct and crude manifestations of spiritual changes in the body.

In fact, it is a highly malleable species.

It's a pity that the vast majority of self-adaptation people don't have the space to adjust their spirits, and not many people can touch this plasticity.

Either protect yourself with the most horrible appearance in your memory.

Either that or make yourself huge and grow weapons.

So, what is the deepest impression of himself under the madness of the machine king at this time?

That face didn't look very old.

Probably only about thirty.

He has spent most of his life trapped in this iron bump.

Then his tendency to flesh and blood extension after entering the third stage is already obvious.

The mechanical armor is being assimilated by his flesh and blood, truly becoming a part of his body.

In the van, the middle-aged man was already looking for a technician to quickly paralyze the entire armor to make the machine king incapacitated.

Even the ability to support his life, to let him die on the spot.

But it was too late.

The noisy monster's mouth unabashedly mocked, and the aether flames poured the body back to the cheers of laughter and the untruthful audience.

Flesh and blood armed mechs, formed.

The middle-aged man in the box saw this scene, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly picked up the terminal: "Miller!" Dispose of the Mecha King! By the way, it's weird, too! ”

"Yes, boss." After a simple reply, he hung up.

The middle-aged man put down the terminal, and before he had time to catch his breath, he saw a sudden change in the situation on the stage.

The Machine King whimpered and kept babbling, as if he wanted to confide what had happened to him for more than ten years, but his voice was so small that the noise was not real.

And, the more he spoke, the stronger his mood swings became.

And the aether energy in him was far from the time to stop burning.

Suddenly, on the shoulder of the Machine King, accompanied by the foul sound of rusty mechanical joints, a cannon made of flesh and blood, a mechanical structure, stood on his shoulder.

Bloodlight swirls through it, and then, strafe!

Strafing mercilessly, the red pillar of light swept from the right side of the Machine King to the left, directly hitting the auditorium, drawing an indelible ravine on the auditorium.

As for the audience above, does it matter?

"Ah......hh Don't look at me...... Who am I...... Who am I? It hurts...... Body...... Not my own...... Food...... I'm going to eat...... No nutrients! Don't inject! Get the syringe away! Ahhh No! Damn it, damn it, damn it! Give me death! ”

With the strafing of the rays, the Machine King raised his head and shouted out all the words he had been muttering before.

But at this time, no one cared about his words, the audience was strafed, countless spectators and spectators were evaporated on the spot, and the atmosphere of frenzy had been reduced to an atmosphere of fear.

"Yes, that's good, some more! Is there only so much you have complained about for more than ten years?! The noisy monster grinned and shouted at the machine king.

"Ahhhh The Machine King screamed, countless images flickered in his mind, a pair of eyes full of bloodshots, and pupils narrowed like the tip of a needle.

The muzzle of the cannon on his shoulder was still venting his emotions to the surroundings, and the entire Silver Sands gladiatorial arena was plunged into extreme chaos.

The noisy monster dodged a few rounds of strafing from the opponent, approached the opponent, reached out and grabbed the opponent's cannon muzzle hard, and turned it around sharply.

I was heading to a private room with a VIP seat in the distance.

Whew——

The light cannon carved out a ravine and quickly stretched out there.

The box was already in chaos, frightened by the red pillar of light approaching outside the glass.

Led by middle-aged people, they ran to the door of the box to open the door and go out.

But......

The door won't open!

No matter how much you pull it, it won't move! Smash it hard! Bump! It's useless!

"Nelson! Open the door for me! I don't want a share of the profit here! Get me out! The middle-aged man shouted a few words, but was quickly pushed away by his anxious subordinates.

They can't care so much about this juncture.

At the corner of the corridor not far from the door, Nelson broke out in a cold sweat and grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands.

"It's okay, it'll be quiet soon, you're doing the right thing." A gentle voice said.

Wan Yi stretched out his hand and put his arm around his shoulder: "After this matter is over, all the problems lie with him, his spokesman, and his weapon is out of control, causing an extremely serious end." You will stand up heroically, take over the chaos and responsibility, and then become the true master of the gladiatorial arena, and the other shareholders and those in power will no longer be in your way. ”

Nelson swallowed: "You guys...... It's true? ”

Wan Yi whistled, turned his head and said, "It's almost disposed of." ”

Scattered footsteps came from the hallway.

Brother Hyundai, Brother Duomu, Lucas, Brother Supervisor and others came one after another, all carrying several different heads in their hands.

"Your biggest obstacle is already here, what else do you have to fear? They all died in this terrible attack, a pitiful accident...... Isn't it time for you to get ready to say goodbye to your old life? Mr. Nelson? ”

A gentle voice speaks in my ears.

The people around him looked at him with inexplicable smiles.

Demon.

This is the whisper of the devil, and these people are the minions of the devil.

But......

Nelson looked at the gladiatorial major shareholders in front of him, who had once been cautious about the gladiatorial arena, and now the heads were neatly arranged in front of his eyes.

He took a deep breath: "Yes, sir, I'm ready. ”

He chose to be in the company of demons.

As for what these demons want, what will happen to the Colosseum or the Golden Circle in the end...... What does that have to do with him?

Boom!

The red pillar of light suddenly pierced through the corner of the corridor, and that place was the box where the middle-aged man was before.

This shot also completely dispelled all of Nielsen's concerns.

……

The Machine King is completely out of control.

The auditorium was much quieter except for the screams of those who were no longer able to escape.

Noisy freaks love that feeling.

From noisy to quiet.

However, after the audience died, the object of the machine king's venting became him.

The quasi-three-stage and the disaster that is rushing straight to the third stage.,It's a bit out of the way now.。

At first, it could be suppressed, but after the armor was fused into the flesh, I didn't know what the principle was, and it began to regenerate.

Adaptation is the terrifying regeneration ability, and the output strength of the noisy monster can't kill him at all, and the other party is still getting stronger.

Noisy blame for his steady growth and the situation of the aether explosion period in front of him is still a little inferior.

Just when he was a little distressed, a figure suddenly appeared on the scene.

As soon as he appeared, the Machine King let out a miserable scream without warning, and then there were burn marks on his body.

The noisy gaze looked at the man.

It was a very plainly dressed, even somewhat old-fashioned old man, with sparse hair on the top of his head, only a few strands of gray hair, and that posture looked like an old man who went out for a walk in the park after dinner.

But he showed up on the occasion and even did something to the Mechanic King.

The traces of aetheric energy are also a curse.

"Where are you a master?"

The old man turned his head with a dull look and looked at the noisy monster: "The boss wants me to deal with him." ”

"What else?"

"And get rid of you."

"Oh, that's terrible, so you're going to do something to me?"

"I don't have any fighting ability, and if I can't, I'll just leave." The old man said in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, before the noisy monster could reply, he suddenly felt as if his body was burning, but he didn't feel any physical flames on his body.

There is nothing wrong with the mental level.

But just burning isn't going to do much to the noisy, or to the Wanyi.

"The senses, with the human spirit as a bridge, can always merge with each other in the case of separation. The eyes can see the temperature, the tongue can taste the smell, and the ears can hear the concrete picture......"

"Are you talking about synaesthesia?"

"Yes, it's also called 'transference'. It's a rhetorical device, but I can interfere a little bit with my own synaesthesia and with the synaesthesia of others, so that I can make some of the things I feel a little bit more realistic. The old man said flatly.

"Sounds amazing."

"But because I can't really interfere with other people's senses, it's hard enough to be able to move freely."

As he spoke, the Machine King on one side fell to his knees in a state of exhaustion.

The noisy monster glanced at it.

"I was watching your fight before, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can call me Miller, an ordinary old man."

The noisy monster didn't reply.

"He's being crushed by the emotions he's accumulating, and he's receptive to a heavy feeling I've given him, so he's crushing himself, kind of like the ...... you've done to him before Spirit? ”

"It's amazing, so is there anything else?" The noisy monster said to him.

"No, at least for you, that little red burning trick is over." The old man shook his head, expressionless.

"What's wrong?" The noisy monster said curiously.

"Your senses, from what I feel most directly, are divided into innumerable parts. Sight is the most interfering part of the human body, but now you seem to have adjusted yourself, or a lot of normal senses have helped you adjust. Soon, but in three minutes, you're the fastest person I've ever seen to adjust under my influence. Miller shook his head.

The noisy monster beckoned, "Why don't you try more?" ”

"Although I am also a scourge, but I am very sober, thanks to my own ability, you can see that I am actually blind, congenital. It is said that blind people are more perceptive than normal people. I can't say for sure, but at least with the blessing of my power, it is. ”

Miller said, "I can easily stop the Machine King now, but you're a little out of scope. ”

"Heh, is your boss the one on the head of the Machine King?"

The old man nodded.

"You don't have to wrap it up, your boss is dead, and no one is going to pay you." The noisy monster said sarcastically.

The old man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and then bowed slightly: "What you said seems to be the truth." ”

After speaking, he sighed heavily, turned around and said, "Then I have no reason to stay, sorry to disturb." ”

"Can you leave a contact information?" The noisy man spoke.

A scourge who is not a fallen Brotherhood, the aetheric energy is very calm, and it cannot see the real and the false, but it can rely on the particularity of its own ability to maintain relative sanity and stability.

Wan also remembered chromatography, intelligent machinery, and himself.

And on top of that, he's still an old man.

It was the first time I had seen such an old man.

The noisy monster wants to touch it a little, and it feels quite interesting.

(End of chapter)