2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Local gravity enhancement."

Yan Yiming pressed down with one hand, and with his movement, an invisible force was exerted on the molten demon lord's black tower-like right arm. The black rock armor was slightly dented, with spiderweb-like cracks appearing on the surface, and a large amount of golden hot liquid spilled out of it.

He tried to tear off the giant beast's half-split arm, but even with all his strength, he could only do so much, and the damage caused was not even as fast as its own recovery speed.

[Gravity Field] is strong in its control ability. Although it can cause instant killing effects when facing alien species below elite level, it shows weakness when facing king-level alien species with extremely strong defense and physical strength.

Do I need to inject T55 medicine?

No, it can't be done.

He quickly dismissed his thoughts.

Even after being injected with the T55 potion, he still had no confidence that he could completely kill the Demon Molten Lord without support. Unless, like last time, there is no restriction on the enhancement and expansion of the gravitational field, until, as the bureau researchers deduced, a miniature black hole is finally formed...

Let’s not talk about whether his powers can reach the level of forming a black hole. If it reaches that point, I am afraid that he will die, and a completely out-of-control black hole is likely to cause far greater damage to the city than the alien species.

Yan Yiming frowned and looked at the giant thing below, and suddenly raised his hand.

"Roar!"

The pressure on the struggling Demon Lord suddenly disappeared, and before he could react, his huge body had already floated dozens of meters high.

Yan Yiming's hand pressed down again, and the powerful force field dragged the king species and slammed it to the ground. A large amount of gravel and hot golden liquid splashed out from its body, but then it was close to the body. The surface slipped to the ground, and only a few flames rose.

"Roar!" The Molten Demon Lord roared almost crazily, a dazzling red light brewing in his throat.

However, in the next second, its head was pulled by an invisible force and pressed to the ground. Its huge mouth opened and gnawed at the ground, biting a mouth full of rocks and soil.

"Excuse me!" came the anxious voice of the young man from behind.

Yan Yiming turned around and saw Qingfeng, the youngest member of the Shanlan team, approaching quickly on the air current.

"The enemy has ways to interfere with my perception, and they are probably lurking nearby now." Ning Yuansi explained the current situation in the most concise terms.

Yan Yiming frowned slightly, realizing the seriousness of the matter. After thinking briefly, he said, "Go to the Rock Lion first and see what kind of trouble you encounter."

Ning Yuansi glanced at Lord Molten Demon not far away, and her heart was filled with emotion: "Yanju, I'll stay and help you deal with Wang Zhong."

Yan Yiming refused without hesitation: "Your powers cannot effectively damage it, and may even spread the fire."

Ning Yuansi was a little reluctant: "I injected the medicine, and my powers are much more powerful than before..."

"10 seconds."

"What?"

"You have 10 seconds to prove yourself."

Ning Yuansi reacted, took a deep breath, turned around, stretched out his hands and pointed at the Molten Lord lying on the ground:

"storm."

The huge tornado rose from the ground almost in the blink of an eye, and the sharp wind swept the flames and formed a red vortex.

"Roar!" The roar deep in the Molten Demon Lord's throat was torn to pieces by the manic airflow, and his figure of dozens of meters was instantly submerged in the orange ocean.

After a few seconds, the tornado dissipated.

Ning Yuansi put down his hands and panted heavily, showing some fatigue on his face. Even after being injected with the T55 agent, it was not easy for him to maintain an attack on such a scale.

The momentum of the fire storm was indeed terrifying, but after it dissipated, nothing much happened to Lord Molten except that the original wounds seemed to have expanded a bit and there were countless white marks on the black rock armor. The change.

"This is the last time you disobey an order." Yan Yiming said expressionlessly.

"Yes." Ning Yuansi gritted his teeth and flew behind in the strong wind.

Even though the other party questioned his instructions twice, Yan Yiming still had a good impression of this young man.

The Special Branch is not an army, and soldiers do not need to obey orders completely.

The new generation of academics all have this problem. They are confident in their own strength, think independently, and are more willing to trust their own judgment than the instructions of their superiors.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

People with this quality can quickly take charge of their own business, but they may also make mistakes in their tasks due to lack of experience. Because of this, it is particularly important to teach these young people to correctly understand the situation and cultivate their trust in teammates and leaders, rather than blindly blaming and beating.

Rock lion, magazine, blue flame, halo... I don't know what they encountered. Now I can only hope that this kid can break the situation as soon as possible and let them escape and come to support.

.......

In the dim room, a woman with long light brown hair shawl her shoulders and pure white eyes stood in front of the window, motionless like a puppet, gazing at the outside world.

After an unknown amount of time, the area around her eyes became red, and fine bloodshot streaks gradually extended from the edges of her pupils toward the center.

"Shun, do you have something to say?" The bishop noticed something and turned his head to look to his side.

The lone wolf-like man was tall and exuded a dark and dangerous aura. Although he was slightly hunched over, he was still half a head taller than him.

After hearing the question, Shun lowered his head and stared at the ground: "Your Majesty Bishop, the other party is currently focusing on dealing with the molten demon. He is unprepared and there are no other Special Branch Commissioners around. I should be able to kill him easily. ."

"Are you feeling sorry for your wife?" The bishop looked at him with a half-smile.

Shun didn't reply, but still lowered his head and kept his hands close to his side, like a primary school student standing in a penalty stand.

The bishop picked up his nails: "Do you believe it? As long as you enter 50 meters around that man, you will be crushed into a pulp by gravity in an instant?"

"I will appear directly behind him, he will not have time to react." Shun whispered.

"You can try." The bishop tilted his head slightly, with a playful look in his eyes:

"Go ahead and kill that man so effortlessly to prove that all the plans I made are useless, and then you will be the bishop."

"Shun, it's okay. Although the distance is a bit far, I can hold on." The woman by the window suddenly spoke.

The man took a half step back and stopped talking.

Eugene, who was standing behind, looked at his back with gloating, his mouth twitching and almost laughing.

Regardless of whether Shun could kill the deputy director of the Special Branch, he had already lost the moment he opened his mouth.

When the leader has a plan, no matter how stupid the plan is, he cannot question or even defy it in public. In this way, even if the thing is finally done according to your method, it will be difficult to get the rewards you deserve.

As time passed, the woman standing by the window swayed slightly, holding her hands on the glass, but her eyes were still staring outside.

The pair of pure white pupils were almost bloodshot at this time, but they were not scary. Instead, they had a cruel sense of nobility.

"Feng." The woman's lips opened slightly, and her body fell backward the moment she spoke.

Shun took a step forward and held her in his arms, only to see that the corners of her eyes were faintly glowing with bright red crystals, and he didn't know whether it was tears or blood.

The bishop's eyes widened as he watched the man in a black trench coat falling from the sky in the distance, grinning almost from the corner of his mouth to his ears.