Let's tell the story of a man.

Until a few months ago, the man was not particularly noteworthy. Born ordinarily, grown up ordinarily, started a family ordinarily, and had offspring ordinarily.

Special experiences, impressive actions - these are not found in this man, he is just one of the ordinary people who can be seen everywhere.

This mundaneity ended when the village bell was rung and the lord's servants read aloud Castile's declaration of war against Charlemagne.

Although the form of the war had changed dramatically, military reform began after suffering heavy losses in the Seven-Day War. Castile, however, has never touched the core of the military system, the composition of the army. The core of the army was the private armies of the military aristocracy and local lords, and the periphery was peasants and mercenaries. The feudal lords had the power to conscript their subjects into soldiers, and under the coercion of the slogan "For the faith, for the king" and the whip, they could avoid the fate of going to the battlefield unless they paid a high amount of substitute service.

The peasants, who could not even afford to have enough food and clothing, could not afford to pay the substitute payment, and the men and their fellow villagers wore makeshift patchwork of protective gear and weapons, and in desperation they tried to stop the influx of enemy troops. In front of muskets and cannons, spears were no better than burning sticks, and the lord who led the party became the prey of snipers because he wore ornate armor, and his entire skull was torn off. The peasants, who had lost their commanders and had not received systematic training, were quickly defeated. The man, along with the others, walked into the prisoner-of-war camp in Titans.

Surviving does not mean being lucky, and life in a prisoner of war camp can be described as hell altogether. Cramped living spaces, poor sanitation, perpetual lack of food and clean water, brutal guards...... Every day, people die of starvation, are beaten to death by guards on a whim, and are sometimes pulled to be used as a prop for assassination training for Titans recruits. In that atmosphere of terror, almost everyone gave up hope of leaving alive. The man survived by missing his family. He kept saying to himself, "It will pass" and "The worst is over," while counting the days with his fingers. However, his hopes were doomed.

The prisoner of war camp in Titans was far from the lowest level of hell, but a research institute was.

After a routine medical examination in a prisoner of war camp, those who could not work were pulled away, and the remaining healthy people underwent another screening. He and a few others were singled out. After a few days of dark journey, I caught up with an airtight carriage and was already in some underground facility when I got out of it. The ceiling and walls were all painted white, surrounded by pointy-eared elven soldiers in strange green uniforms and holding unknown weapons, and an elf in a white coat stood on a high platform and coldly announced to them:

"There are only two kinds of living beings in the world, the real yàn animal and the researcher who has the power to break open the belly of the real yàn animal. You are no longer human, just a bunch of talking raw materials, possessions that the Institute has paid for, so we have the power to kill and kill. ”

The male elf who was called "Dr. Menger" by the guards...... No. The devil declared so, and then did do as he said he would do to them.

What exactly they did, the man doesn't quite remember anymore.

Whenever he was subjected to real yàn, he had been anesthetized beforehand and completely unconscious - and even if consciousness remained, the elven words full of jargon and formulas, and the oddities of displaying numbers and waveforms, were beyond the scope of normal comprehension, let alone impossible for him to comprehend today.

The only thing I remember is that I couldn't sleep for days because of the pain. I can only keep rolling on the ground, and I used to eat no matter how much food was delivered. They just kept vomiting, and their throats were burned by gastric juice. The guards had no mercy in sticking a tube down his throat and forcibly fed him, and he almost suffocated to death. When he rolled around in the cage for three days with a headache, he wailed, "Have mercy, kill me." The guards only glanced at him. Continued to inspect the next cage.

The demons refused to kill him like this, and until the last bit of value was squeezed out, they kept repeating to him something worse than death. Not only for him, but also for the other humans in the institute who participated in the real yàn - almost every day people went mad or died, and almost no one died as human. The corpses that came out of the real room and were brought into the crematorium were all monster-like corpses. And the results obtained from their realizations are accumulated and reflected in the realizations of the new human body, making the suffering of those who are still alive more intense and lasting.

By now, he couldn't remember what the demons looked like, because the demons always wore glasses and covered their heads with green masks, gloves, and hats, so they didn't say they were faces, and even their skin was rarely revealed. The only thing I remember is the eyes behind the glasses that don't look at people as human beings, and the hazy sneer through the mask.

As the real yàn deepens, the memory gradually thins, and the bits and pieces of the past and the appearance of human beings continue to disappear as they enter and exit the real yàn room, and in the end, they even forget who they are and what they look like.

It is unbelievable that there should be nothing left in the brain except for all kinds of semi-autonomic techniques and the intelligence to execute orders.

A mother and daughter, dressed in tattered clothes and with yellow faces and thin muscles, waved in the wheat field with apprehension and expectation.

He didn't know who those two were, and he didn't know what their relationship was to him, but he knew it well.

If you don't go back, you can't do it, you must go back to them.

Guided by this simple thought of unknown significance, the man set out to act.

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The "Jackal" fired bullets one after another, and the bullets with a power comparable to that of a large-caliber machine gun swept through the alien body, cutting off parts of the ground and walls.

"Hey, that's a little foul. ”

The alien's body rattled and rattled as the shoes that barely fit on their feet were completely torn, their feet far longer than humans should be, their knees bent in the opposite direction to their knees, and their long toes, which were as thick as the claws of beasts, pierced deep into the ground. The shape of the feet is reminiscent of a running dragon and some birds known for their running.

Taking two steps as a run-up, the alien jumped up, jumped from the starting point to the distance of more than ten meters at the entrance of the alley, and then kicked on the wall, looking like he was about to rush out of the alley.

Perfect timing, decisive decisions. However, he failed to realize that he had encountered an enemy beyond his imagination.

Sensing the approaching danger, the xenomorph waved his hands, his claws flashing through the air, and a solid touch came from his hands.

Not steel or flesh, the cacophony of scratching the glass made the xenomorph take a big step back.

Objects that glow small red light flutter in the night, and the "buzzing" sound of wings is reminiscent of a mosquito, but the "mosquito" has a body as transparent as glass or crystal. There was a red glow in the center.

There is not only one strange "mosquito", but a large group of black pressure, and in the roar of the "buzzing" that makes people's scalp tingle, an encirclement composed of countless red light points forces the alien back into the alley.

"This time, even inorganic lifeforms and neutron bombs are used, and if we let the white rats used by the real yàn escape, we really don't know where to put our faces. So let me kill him honestly. ”

The words came from behind, and under the frivolous attitude, the passionate killing intent surged like a tide.

Can't win.

Instinct sues the alien, the guy who made the gun is a monster more heterogeneous and heretical than himself. There is no chance of winning against him. You must flee immediately.

The shoulders swelled dramatically, and a huge sarcoma rose near the shoulder joint, and the tip of the shoulder split to reveal an eyeball-like lens. At the front of it, the blue-white light of Mana lit up, and the staggered and overlapping loops weave a box-shaped three-dimensional array.

"Tsh-"

The shrill cry was like a trigger, and the magic array turned into a dazzling ball of light, and a flash of light shot out from that ball of light.

The rays of light that spread out from the ball of light stabbed like a tiny lightsaber into the wall of inorganic lifeforms, sending sparks flying everywhere. The beam deflected towards the nearby dwelling, and the house made of dirt and stone was cut in two in an instant. Flammable materials such as wood, lamp oil, and cloth piled up in the house ignited at once. From the gap in the collapse, the light of the fire burst out, and the dark alley suddenly became bright. Aliens, young men with guns, trembling mothers and daughters, and immovable walls of inorganic lifeforms were all exposed to the firelight.

“Bravo！”

De Kir exclaimed, his joy palpable, and if it weren't for his two huge pistols, he would have applauded and celebrated.

"Manipulate the wavelength and amplitude of the light to concentrate the light energy towards a point. Shoot a high heat ray – this is the basic principle of lasers. Although it is a simple and straightforward principle, it is not as simple as saying that it is necessary to make an organic organism shoot a beam. Seeing the scene just now is enough to prove that the real yàn has succeeded. Uh-huh, what a wonderful real animal that will make you die happily. Treat it as a reward!"

The muzzle of the gun is raised and pointed at the alien. The alien hurriedly jumped behind the wall, although the two monster pistols were extremely powerful, it was not easy to penetrate the stones, and this wall should be able to block it.

A gunshot rang out from Ping-Pong. The stone wall sits between the Xenomorph and Jerus, but blood bursts from the Xenomorph's shoulder. It was thought that a bullet had penetrated the wall, but there were no zài bullet holes in the wall.

"It's useless to run away or hide!

Two more gunshots rang out, and the bullets grazed his cheek and inner thigh.

It was useless to continue to hide, and the alien who realized this decided to fight back.

The moment he kicked off the ground again and jumped out of cover, the beam-generating organs on both shoulders and the "jackal" opened fire at the same time.

The sword of light sliced through the gloomy midnight once more, bathing the dark alley in a glare of light, and when the light faded away, the outcome of the duel was revealed.

Standing was Dekyll, the alien slumped to the ground, a large piece of his right calf was gone, and only a little flesh was attached to his body, and blood continued to gush out of the wound.

The bullet outmaneuvered the laser.

A scene that completely violates the common sense of physics appears in the world at this moment.

"Are you going to use the heat of the beam to melt the bullet or deflect the trajectory and cut me in two?" As a beast, the tactics you envisage are reasonable, did you think of them, or did they have a pre-conceived tactical idea for the researchers?"

De Kir blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and put on a bored expression.

"However, tactical anticipation is the product of 'the accumulation of logical reasoning and divergent thinking, based on the common sense you know. When faced with things outside of common sense, it often doesn't come in handy. ”

In general, the easiest way to interfere with a beam is to spread obstacles in the path of the beam – such as smoke and metal dust – and the interference of the laser will greatly reduce the power. But in hand-to-hand combat, there is no such idle at all, and it is impossible to prepare equipment anytime and anywhere.

But what about inorganic lifeforms?

Several red rays of light flew up and down around Dekiel, and it was they who blocked the beam.

"Introduction, a prototype inorganic life form 'Yog Sotos. Unlike the basic mass-produced 'Nyarrathotep', which is responsible for encircling the perimeter, the surface is covered with a dimensional barrier, and any attack can be transferred to a different dimensional world. Ah, how can you still fly like this? If you flap your wings, the air will enter another dimension, and you won't be buoyant at all? Well, don't worry, they're equipped with a 'Higgs field local control flight component.' In the Higgs mechanism, the Higgs field causes spontaneous symmetry breaking, and assigns mass to canonical propagators and fermions. The Higgs particle is quantized by the Higgs field, and the mass ...... is obtained by guò self-interaction."

De Kiel gave a speech without realizing it until a while.

"Could it be that no one is listening to me at all?"

The alien dragged the broken leg and crawled on the ground, and the mother and daughter in the distance tried to escape, but were forced back by the inorganic lifeform.

"Anyway - this thing isn't very stable, there are a lot of flaws that need to be fixed, and it's barely a defense at the moment. Then, the curtain really ended. ”

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the alien's head, the back suddenly bulged, the fabric of the suit turned into a black and white butterfly flying in the air, and a black diamond tentacle thicker than Dekyr's arm twisted towards the alien, and the crystal spikes covering the surface of the tentacle stretched out.

"Those researchers seem to have strengthened their ability to regenerate, and they obviously broke their calves, and now they actually started to stop bleeding and regenerate...... If I could, I'd really like to try a game where you can chop you to pieces. However, at this time, playing with prey becomes a third-rate. So—"

De Kir pulled the trigger, and the two gunshots overlapped into one, and the tumor on the alien's shoulder, the organ that fired the beam, was shattered.

"There aren't many creatures that survive a headshot. Well, it doesn't matter even then, just pop your head and use my favorite tentacle Lovecraft to smash the corpse into every hole and burn it to ashes with the women over there. In the final analysis, to deal with the bear children who cause trouble, you can only use tentacles, poisonous radio waves and writers. ”

With an innocent smile, the hand that pulled the trigger began to be strengthened. (To be continued......)