Chapter 6 The undercurrent is broken
It didn't take long for Izumi to get used to the levitator. With Mendechel's help, the direction doesn't need to be considered for the time being, he just needs to slowly learn to control the speed. The operation of the driving screen is simpler than that of the steering wheel, and only gesture sensing is needed to control the suspension device to react accordingly; So he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and take a closer look at the world beneath his feet. Different regions tend to have different and irregular colors, such as Japan and the surrounding archipelago, the Korean Peninsula, Eastern Siberia and a small part of the Northeast Plain of China, which are usually orange and gray, although occasionally some other colors are dissonant. Most of these colors do not blend together, so they tend to appear intermittent and in different shades. In order to prevent the re-amplification of these heterocrystals, which theoretically stopped amplification, there are often layers of protective shields made of weak artificial isocrystals on the outside of Canaan, which can resist the attack of at least half an hour. At this time, they were patrolling outside the protective shield.
Izumi Huangbo looked down through the window, and in those completely still, dead cities, from time to time there were some strange crystals, which slowly converged into one piece, taking on their own shapes. "Mr. Arami, do you see that? That is the process of homomorphic formation. Mendechel's pleasant voice came, "Homomorphs are formed by the assimilation of attached living beings, which do not necessarily have to be alive...... Look over there. Before it's fully formed, give it a nice sneak attack! β
The white hoverer sank slightly, Izumi Aranba's index and middle fingers slid against the screen, and the window opened a small opening. The azure chains quickly stretched out of his chest, stabbing into the body of the isomorph that was still assembling the limbs, shattering it. The crystals were scattered on the ground and shook weakly, slowly sinking into the alien crystals below. The levitator did not rise there, but continued to travel less than three meters above the ground to pierce the isomorphs, closing the windows until the visible area was largely wiped out. Mendevilel walked ahead, flying high and low all the time, occasionally piercing between the tall buildings, his movements light and dexterous, the golden crystals of his neck were not reflected in the sun, and looked lifeless; The moment he opened the window, a slender bone whip quickly pierced out of his open palm like a snake, wrangling the still struggling unfinished bodies, and smashing them into pieces with a sharp pull.
Mendecchel retracted the bone whip: "Hey! Mr. Arami, good job!! β
ββ¦β¦ Your side is. The corners of Izumi's mouth rose slightly, "But I have a question." β
"Let's fly up first! It's a bit dangerous down there! β
The two of them rose back into the sky, reflected in the light blue sky of the afternoon, and the clouds seemed to be within reach. Izumi Huangbo fixed the position of the terminal and asked, "Since there is already a monitoring table, and the combat department on the first floor will also patrol every day, and there are similar instruments, what is the point of patrolling here every day?" Is it just to remove the first-order homomorphic seeds that have not yet been formed just in case? β
"Good question! Mr. Asuka asked me about this before, but you're not as smart as he is - you're only half right. Mendevilel raised an eyebrow to turn on the team's video function, and his face projected into Izumi's window to look at him, "Another reason is that you can never fully trust modern technology." In other words, I actually proposed a fringe patrol system on the Japanese side, and it is being carried out more or less all over the world. Before I came, the messengers had received the message before they set out. But you know, although we have not been able to completely restore the structure of isomorphs, and we can only make that kind of crude artificial isomorphism, one thing we do know: isomorphs, or isomorphs, their 'instinct' is to reproduce, just like living things. β
ββ¦β¦ Isomeline, is it a living thing? Izumi repeated the sentence again.
"This is just a conjecture, and it is said that it was first put forward by a doctor in China, and our deputy commander Shibasaki here is more convinced of this. But whether it's a living thing or not, we can see that the isomorphism itself is growing, and even now that the frenzied expansion has stopped, new isomorphs are being formed, and the isomorphs on the surface are actually getting thicker and thicker. In such a situation, even human technology cannot fully observe it, so can we rely entirely on human technology? β
Mendevilel frowned. Izumi saw his levitator sink suddenly, the golden bone whip flashed, and the orange crystals flew in all directions.
"The last envoy team has all been wiped out, except for Miss Shinomai." He muttered.
"Ji Gao she...... Is it the ...... of the previous term? β
"yes, she's been in the war for five years, it's incredible, isn't it? Emissaries can only be produced in people between the ages of ten and twenty, and they will gradually weaken with age, and can only serve as relevant personnel of the base, so in fact, it can be said that it is very rare for an emissary to be able to serve in the second team. None of the people in her original team died a normal death...... Among them is Mr. Asuka's sister, Miss Sayaka. β
ββ¦β¦ So you are here to protect us and not to repeat the mistakes of the past? Izumi pinched his chin.
Mendevilel blinked: "Mainly to protect myself!" β
"Well, I have a question." The chains pierced through the windows of the tall buildings, hoisting out the co-crystals that almost filled the entire floor and slamming them to the ground, and then the chains swarmed up and wrapped around it, piercing it, "Mr. Mendevilel is a foreigner, right?" I used to be an emissary in Canada, so why would I want to work in Canaan, Japan? β
The projection was cut off by Mendevil, and it was difficult for Izumi to see his expression, and he couldn't hear any response. For a long time, it wasn't until the sound of the same crystal being broken in the communicator that I heard his slightly hesitant voice: "...... I'll tell you about this question after we're done on this patrol, it's a bit hard to organize the language right now. Besides, I've said enough, right? Let's talk about you, Mr. Araba! Miss Shino Dance or Miss Hong, which do you think is cuter? β
ββ¦β¦ Completely unfeeling!! β
"Really? Don't you really care? If you're actually like Mr. Asuka, it's not like I can't-"
"Please respect yourself!"
Izumi almost picked up his hand from the driver's screen, but his eyes suddenly noticed that a string of values on the window was rising sharply, and before he could take a closer look, a violent shockwave hit him. The levitator couldn't balance for a while, and was almost photographed on the protective cover. Izumi quickly pressed a few keys to restore his balance, pulled the communicator to the side and raised the volume while looking around: "Mr. Mendevilell!" How are you?! β
ββ¦β¦ It's OK. What about your side? Doesn't it seem like a big problem......? Mendechel's projection reappeared, and he rubbed his temples and spoke unhappily, "The isomorphic reaction index is exceeded, and it can basically be determined that the isomorph has completely appeared." Mr. Arami, I need you to conduct a carpet search with chains, please report me as soon as you react! β
"Understood!"
Not expecting to enter the real battle link so soon, Izumi Arabo swallowed his saliva and opened the window widely, the long ponytail that was not covered by the helmet fluttering behind his back. He quickly swung the headset under the console, and countless chains crawled out of his chest, bypassing the hovers and rising to the ground. Izumi closed his eyes slightly, using all his senses to recall the direction from which the shockwave had just come, controlling most of the chains to be entrenched in that direction, while not forgetting to line up a sparse and consistent line of defense in several other directions. He is not good at sensing the fluctuations of different crystals, so if that is the case, then ......
Attack them all.
The blue chains crashed everywhere, making a tooth-aching sound from the collision of different crystals everywhere they went. Here, here, followed by ...... Soon a place that turned out to be a parking apron attracted Izumi's attention, and even if it was only for a moment, the brief fluctuation coming from the end of the chain was absolutely real. Without hesitation, he quickly mobilized all the chains to stab at that place. The parking apron split in an instant, countless isocrystals exploded and vanished, and a near-distorted screamβor the sound of a thumpβwas about to puncture Izumi's eardrum, and his gaze met the isomorph that was about the height of the two buildings. It is roughly humanoid, with a rotating tetrahedron on the top of its head, barely able to distinguish its facial features, and its body is pitted with isomorphs interspersed; Before Izumi could retract its chains, it raised its fist at him and the hover.
Naturally, Izumi couldn't dodge, but a second before the shockwave that accompanied the fist arrived, the giant's hand was fiercely entangled in a bone whip, and the bone whip was densely covered with jagged teeth. Mendechel also opened the window as well, and stepped on the seat, and some golden light gathered on the palm of his hand, and then quickly transmitted to the bone whip connected to the palm of his hand, and the moment the light wrapped the giant's hand, the handle of the bone whip fell from his palm, and circled the giant's hand several times, firmly wrapped around it.
"Demolition !!"
The bone whip exploded. Giant's Hand ...... No, not only the hands, but also the elbows about two or three meters down were blown up. The giant let out a scream, and its hand fell to the ground, causing a shockwave to be sent out in that way. Izumi Huangbo hurriedly manipulated the levitator to rise a little to maintain the same height as Mendechel: "...... Thanks a lot. β
"It's fine. But you have to be careful. Mendechel's bone whip reappeared on his palm, "This guy has a slower reflexes, but he has a lot of attack power, and once he attacks, we can say that it is a dead end." Then we have to flank both sides, and try to kill them with one blow...... Or try to weaken his strength. β
"I know, but ...... Don't you need to call them over? β
"Not for now. This co-grain isn't particularly dangerous yet, but I'll send a message to the base anyway...... Call the War Department, this is Mendechel, the coordinates appear here to form the isomorph, temporarily named 'Giant', there is no need to send reinforcements for the time being, but please always pay attention, the report is complete! After speaking, he took a deep breath to end the communication and smiled in the direction of Izumi Araga, "Mendechel's exclusive teaching, Mr. Araga, you can't miss it!" β
Ji Gaogui Daiko came all the way to the fifth floor, passed by Quan Jun, who was still sorting out the data, and walked straight to the commander-in-chief's office. Quan Jun glanced up at her, didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to merge and delete the data. Soon the elevator door opened again, and a middle-aged man with one-sided braids and many documents walked out of it, only looking at Quan Jun, he closed the computer knowingly, and followed the man to the deputy commander's office.
The deputy conductor, Shibasaki Hitomi, pulled out a chair for him and sat down opposite, he picked up the remote control to turn on the projection on the wall, and leaned back on the chair with his arms folded. Mistletoe stops in the upper right corner of the projection. He greeted with a smile: "Mistletoe, you can always step back when you don't need it." β
ββ¦β¦ I'm just wondering if you need to record this conversation. I'm just a bird, after all. "Mistletoe flapps its wings.
"No, I have absolute trust in my old friend, right, Xiaojun?"
Quan Jun sighed with a helpless expression: "It's up to you." β
Mistletoe exits the screen, and the rest of the picture slowly becomes clearer, with the data of the spring barren wave appearing on it, and the curve and bar chart of the recorded statistics are placed in the lower left corner, and some numbers are constantly jumping and changing. Shibasaki Hitomi raised his eyebrows: "It looks like he's recovering well, you see, he's in the first official battle, it looks like our estimate is correct." β
"That being said...... Do you think that's really good, lieutenant commander? β
"It's good to call me Ren when you're two people, just like before."
ββ¦β¦ Opinion, do you really think it is necessary to implement this plan of ours? Quan Jun hesitated for two seconds before speaking.
"What's the problem? Didn't you say it first, in order for human beings to be completely liberated from the suffering of Xenomorphism, any sacrifice is reasonable and necessary. β
ββ¦β¦ Well, maybe it's the same as you said. β
"That's why I said, he really looks like you...... Or are you more like Arabo, Jun-chan? Shibasaki Hitomi stretched, and the images on the projection gradually transformed into information on Mendechel, Shojihong, Yoshitaka Shinomai, and Paper Zu Asuka.