After speaking, Zheng Lang strode towards the metal door in the group of dried corpses, and at this point, a big battle was inevitable. After armoring, Zheng Lang had long hands and feet, and he could step nearly two meters in one step, and he broke into the group of dried corpses in a few steps. The corpses were stimulated from the outside, and they all screamed and surrounded them.

As soon as the battle began, Zheng Lang suddenly put his mind at ease, the corpses just looked terrible, but the real combat power was very limited, plus there were no weapons, and the means of attack were just tearing hands and biting mouths.

After the death of the dry corpse, the body has no pain, the shriveled and uncritical and very durable, ordinary people may have a headache when encountered, even if they hold a small-caliber weapon, it is not easy to deal with, but the biochemical exoskeleton is completely the nemesis of this kind of enemy.

The dried corpse's teeth and nails could not penetrate the exoskeleton, not even a deep tooth mark. A dozen tentacles are just the best way to deal with group battles, even if the dried corpses come up from all around, they can still be slapped open. It's just that the body of the dried corpse after losing water is unexpectedly resistant to beating.

The tentacles on Zheng Lang's back are infinitely powerful, and the door of the cell made of unknown alloy before was easily opened, but after hitting the dried corpse, it could only shoot them out, unable to cause fatal injuries, and the kitchen knife simply couldn't even open a hole in the dried corpse.

The bone spurs and steel pipes on the hands are pierced one by one, and they can be easily pierced, but the damage to the dry corpse is limited by the penetrating injury, and if the sister is still sitting on Zheng Lang's shoulder, Zheng Lang does not dare to let the dry corpse get too close.

Why don't you try patting your head? Legend has it that the heads of these kinds of things are weak heads.

Thinking of this, Zheng Lang threw away the kitchen knife, picked up his tentacles, and slapped it the head of the nearest dried corpse like a whackle.

"Smack." The head burst like a watermelon, and the dry corpse fell to the ground and twitched a few times, and finally did not move, it seemed that he had found a weakness.

"Ah~~~" Ruoxi screamed on his shoulder, turned around and hugged Zheng Lang's head, and the four pairs of compound eyes were repeatedly rubbed by indescribable objects. The girl was frightened, and when the head of the dried corpse was broken, the white sauce made a mess for the two of them.

Zheng Lang's head was unexpectedly stimulated, and the tentacles all over his body tightened, including the three used to fix the girl.

"Ah~ah~ah~" Ruoxi changed his tone again. With a slump in his body, he let go of Zheng Lang's head and lay on his shoulders softly.

Playing whack-a-mole all the way, Zheng Lang slowly pushed forward, and a dry corpse fell behind him, and his head was shattered. Finally approached the huge metal door, I don't think it looks like it from a distance, but it is not shocking when I look at it closely, even if I compare it with Zheng Lang's current height, there is a height difference of nearly ten times, and this metal door is at least twenty meters high.

When they came to the door, almost all the dried corpses fell to the ground. Zheng Lang had never experienced such an intense battle, although he had the support of a biochemical exoskeleton, he was not injured at all, and under the additional secreted hormones, his physical strength was not consumed much. But the energy and spirit are tired, and at the moment they are also out of breath.

This is his first official battle, as a modern urban otaku who usually doesn't even kill fish, he has experienced a battle seriously, although the opponent is no longer a living thing, but it has also given him a big wave of psychological baptism, and his head has also undergone a big wave of baptism.

Zheng Lang took out the prompter from the warehouse and slapped it on the metal door with one palm. The prompter sounded: "Didi, the fugitive entropy energy is received, the source is confirmed to be a space-time anchor, the docking signal is being sent, and the external warehouse is opened." ”

After receiving the signal, the metal door sent out a burst of vibration, the metal door leaf receded inward, and dust and stones kept falling from the door body of more than 20 meters.

The door slowly opened, and there was endless darkness inside, there was no land, and there was a huge metal device floating in the air, the size of a dozens of high-rise buildings, and the faint glow of entropy energy was faint.

Zheng Lang curiously went around the side to watch behind the metal door, and found that it was still in the cave, as if through the metal door, another space was connected, which was magical.

"Whew." Zheng Lang let out a sigh: "I finally found it." ”

After raising his eyes to check, Ruoxi's life support ring was still on his neck, so Zheng Lang was about to walk towards the door.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, Zheng Lang found that he couldn't move, and blue circles of light appeared around him, tightening all of a sudden, tightly clamping his hands together with the tentacles on his back, and instantly losing his ability to move, which was the weapon that the beards used to restrain the dried corpses before.

Another blue light, a figure emerging from the air by the metal door.

Led the way, Redbeard?

"Hehe, is it an accident, I've always been here, the invisibility device given by the leader made me hide." Redbeard said triumphantly to Zheng Lang, "Do you think you can escape so smoothly?" The leader has already planned everything, everything is under the control of the leader, if you are not allowed to come out, will you obediently come to open the door? ”

Sure enough, I was fooled!

"Hahahaha." A laugh came from afar. Zhaitu Aban walked slowly with a group of beards, flicking a few whips from time to time as he went, whipping the dried corpses that were still twitching.

Zhaitu Aban smiled arrogantly all the way: "Childe, now you know who is high and who is low." Walking in front of Zheng Lang in a few steps, he found that he couldn't reach Zheng Lang's chest.

……

The two sides were speechless for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing.

Zhaitu Aban avoided the unimportant details, bypassed Zheng Lang and walked towards the door, the rhythm of his butt in leather pants was still the same: "Well, don't care about the details, let's go and see the time anchor, for this thing, I've been here for more than a year." ”

The bearded men followed behind Zheng Lang, and Zheng Lang couldn't take his eyes off it: "Trap, this must be another trap, I can't fall down." She's using this to get my attention so that she can carry out her other evil plans! ”

A group of people chatted while walking, and Zhaitu Aban said: "Childe is wearing this one-man biochemical exoskeleton, I've only heard of it, and it's the first time I've seen the real thing." ”

The other party knows the space-time anchor, and knows the biochemical exoskeleton, and may not be an earthling, or a remnant of Di civilization? Zheng Lang thought like this and asked, "Lord Chief, have you heard of Di Wenming?" "People are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, and they want you when it's time for you.

"Di Wenming? What is that? Zhaitu Aban's surprised expression didn't look like he was playing dumb.

"So has the Chief, ever seen a black cat?" The second possibility that Zheng Lang can think of is that the other party is one of the seniors who cooperated with Jiuqian before and is considered to have hung up.

"Black cat!?" Zhaitu Aban stopped with a serious expression: "Isn't it a white cat?" ”

White cats? Zheng Lang was also confused, could it be that he was a relative of Jiuqian? Or was it dyed nine thousand later?

Both sides were silent, thinking about their own thoughts.

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