Alien Relic Hunter

"Who are you?" Hound asked in shock. The other party seemed to be on his side, but Hound had no idea that there was such a character in his camp.

"He is Thirty-Three." Ivan answered the hound's question on the communication channel. "Thirty-Three's ability to manipulate Nino Alloy comes from an alien god. It just so happened that the ownerless people that Ke Lan carried out from the Tower of Babel There is a part of the energy that has the same origin as this power god... With the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, I injected a very small amount of the power god's energy into Thirty-Three's body."

"And then it became like this?"

"No, his body was directly destroyed by the strong energy conflict...but for some reason, his consciousness was preserved. His current body was rebuilt on its own with Nino alloy after controlling the energy of the alien god. Plastic." Ivan said.

Another group of monsters rushed up, but the next second, the decks under their feet suddenly began to change - these decks seemed to come alive, surging up, wrapping up the monsters that stepped on them, and then It contracted violently inward, directly squeezing the monster's body.

"The entire outer deck of Yagunaktor is made of Nino alloy. This is Thirty-Three's main battlefield." Ivan said, "With him here, our chances of winning will be greatly improved."

"Then thirty-three is like this now... is it considered dead or alive?" The hound glanced at the two fascinating lights in the skull's eye sockets and subconsciously looked away.

Even if you know that the consciousness in this body is thirty-three, even if you know that he is on your side, when you look directly into the eyes of the skeleton, you will still feel a palpitating feeling, that invisible oppression. The power does not come from Thirty-Three itself, but from the powerful god who is separated from here by countless time and space.

"The energy of the alien god is difficult to control by human consciousness... I don't know how Sansan did it, but his current state is very unstable, and the remaining consciousness is constantly being consumed by this power... ...His activity time is limited, and when his self-awareness completely disappears..." Ivan paused and whispered, "You can treat him as...a disposable consumable."

"Not saved?"

"It can't be saved..." Ivan sighed, "If I don't do this, his consciousness will continue to sink in the illusion... until it is completely extinguished. Now, at least he is awake."

"...I know." The hound glanced at Thirty-Three in this state silently, "But there is one more thing... On Alpha Planet, using the power of the gods, won't it attract the attention of that existence? I I remember Ke Lan told me that after he merged with that 'body', he had to be extremely careful when using the body's ability. If he is not careful, he will be discovered by that existence, which will lead to disaster."

"No, the power of the Ability God possessed by Thirty-Three is just a drop in the bucket compared to Ke Lan... What's more, the brand belonging to the Ability God has long been neutralized and erased, so it will not attract the attention of that existence. Yes. I have discussed this with Ke Lan a long time ago," Ivan said.

"Does Ke Lan also know about this?"

"I know...he wants to save Sansan San more than any of us, but there is no way..." Ivan said and sighed again, "Actually, this is Sansan San's own choice. If he wants If you want to survive, you don't have to reshape your body and remain in the form of a conscious body... He can survive in pure ideological form for at least several decades, which is similar to the life span of a normal human being. But once the body is reshaped using the energy of the alien god, His conscious body will be eroded and impacted by this energy all the time...decades will be shortened to dozens of hours. I persuaded him, but he still chose to reshape his body."

"Can he talk now?" the hound asked again.

"No, the new body has no vocal organs. If you want to communicate with it, you can only use sign language or other methods." Ivan said, "In order to extend the activity time of this body as much as possible, Thirty-Three All non-essential body structures and organs are omitted.”

The hound was still communicating with Ivan, and the "reborn" Thirty-Three on the other side had already rushed forward. He just waved his hand, and all the outer armor of Yagunaktor's deck was lifted off. It smashed towards the enemy like a mountain.

In less than a minute, Thirty-Three killed more than a thousand independent individuals that split off from the wreckage of the battleship... This achievement was indeed brilliant, but compared with the total number of enemies, it was not enough to turn the tide of the entire battle.

In a battle of this scale, if you want to be able to turn the tide of the battle on your own, you can't do it with individual combat power alone... Not even Ke Lan can do it, unless he uses those dangerous powers.

"Go up! Go up all! Block the gap! Surround these monsters and beat them! We still have thirty seconds! In thirty seconds the next batch of monsters will be let in, and the deck must be cleared before then Destroy all the monsters!" Ivan took over the command position of the seriously injured hound. His left arm held a Zero-1 rifle that was specially modified to be airtight for combat in the space environment, and his right arm was transformed into There were countless long and thick tentacles, and every time he waved, he could sweep out a blank area on the battlefield - Ivan did not tell the hound that before injecting the energy of the gods into Thirty-Three, he first used himself as a test. Of quality.

The energy of the alien god erased the imprint of "that existence" in the cells of the Seed of Erosion, and forcibly assimilated the remaining cells of the Seed of Erosion lurking in Ivan's body... and Ivan was able to take this power as his own - this This kind of experiment causes irreversible damage to the body. When this crystal-like syringe was inserted into his body, Ivan's remaining life had already entered a countdown...

According to his own estimation, in no more than five years, this power will completely wipe out his self-awareness and turn him into a real walking zombie - of course, there is no remedy at all, as long as he can If the conscious body is stripped of this physical body, Ivan still has a chance to survive.

The craziest scientists, in the most important experiments, will regard themselves as the most critical experimental material... Any data obtained from observation is not as accurate as the feeling of personal experience.

In Ivan's view, he should have died in the exile camp a few years ago, or merged with the corrosive seed, and was finally killed by the Security Bureau agents... As a person who died once, he He not only valued his own life, but also looked at death very indifferently... He always felt that he owed other people a life, and perhaps now was the best time to repay the debt.

Hundreds of tentacles, centered on Ivan, spread out in all directions. These tentacles clung to the deck of Yagunaktor, gliding silently until they reached the feet of the prey, and then suddenly exploded, or Either it tightly wraps around the prey and strangles it to pieces, or it directly penetrates through the gaps in the structure and wreaks havoc inside the prey's body.

Ivan's results were less than Thirty-Three's, but not much less.

After these two people who accepted the energy of the alien gods joined the battlefield, the pressure on the Survivor Alliance suddenly eased a lot, and the originally compressed front line began to slowly push back - but the speed of destroying monsters did not speed up. More or less, the increasing number of wounded and scrapped weapons and equipment has reduced the Survivor Alliance's firepower by more than one level. The addition of Ivan and Thirty-Three only made up for this gap.

"There are still ten seconds... No, I can buy you twenty seconds at most. After twenty seconds, I have to turn on the energy shield again. The enemies brought in this time will be more powerful than the previous two batches. There are more together!" Leighton's anxious voice echoed in the communication channel, "According to the console statistics, there are still 37% of the remaining enemies on the outer deck. If the third batch of these guys are allowed to rush in, If the enemies join together, your defense line will be broken through instantly!"

"Big guy, please listen to me. If our defense line shows signs of collapse, you will close the space channel as soon as possible. You must not let these monsters enter the interior of Yagunaktor... This ship It is the hope for the future of mankind, and it must not be sunk here!" The Hound leaned on a dilapidated artillery base, panting and saying to Layton.

"No, if you close the space channel, wouldn't you be able to come back?!"

"We are not important! Don't worry about us! Just do as I say!" Hound said angrily, "Besides, once the defense line is breached, will the people on the deck be able to evacuate into the ship alive?"

"I...I know!" Layton gritted his teeth, "In five seconds, the energy shield is about to reach its limit, so be prepared!"

"Everything is ready." Chi Hanfeng replied. His engineering mecha had joined the battle at some point. The two free mechanical arms picked up the two missing mecha-specific rifles and pointed them at the enemy. Shooting continued, while the other mechanical arms continued to refill the returned supply body with fuel and ammunition.

"Let them in." Valentina said calmly. The external armor of the Blasphemer mecha she was driving had all been removed, revealing the original appearance of the Blasphemy, which was a heavy-duty armor-piercing weapon as big as a door panel. The sword body has long been severely deformed, and the energy shield covering the blade has become extremely unstable, flickering on and off.

The "Undead Troops" were the ones who charged the most ferociously. The entire unit was trapped in the densest enemy area, fighting back and forth... Although they achieved the most results, they also suffered the greatest losses - in just a few minutes, the eight There were more than a dozen black machines, but less than ten were still standing.

"The end of the strong crossbow... Now is the real end of the strong crossbow." Zhuo Ligetu sighed and removed the empty shotgun drum, but when he reached his hand to his waist, he discovered that the shotgun he had just fired The empty one is the last drum.

"I have no ammunition." Zhuoligetu turned his head and said to the hound. The hound coughed out two mouthfuls of blood and controlled the mechanical arm to throw a heavy assault rifle to him.

"This gun still has the last magazine left, so save it." Hound said, "Everyone's situation is similar... there will be the last wave of enemies in a moment, kill them all, and we will win."

"Fortunately, I still have my axe." Zhuoligetu touched the tomahawk hanging on his back, "I remember an elder told me that in the most difficult time of the battle, those who do not need ammunition and do not Weapons that require fuel and no energy are the most reliable weapons."

"It's a pity that we are neither in the Amazon jungle nor on the savanna of your hometown... The enemies we face are not beasts with only teeth and claws." The hound sighed, "Don't die casually. Oh, that guy Ke Lan must still be waiting for us to have a celebratory drink after we win the battle."

After the hound finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced directly above, just in time to see the extremely dim energy shield quietly extinguished, and densely packed monsters rushed over like a tide.

This time, these monsters turned out to look like creatures on earth, wolves, leopards, mastiffs, tigers... these beasts that most modern people have only seen in biology textbooks and documentaries were actually perfectly transformed by these independent individuals. It was simulated - except for the weird pale color of the body, many details turned out to be exactly the same as these creatures that had become extinct thousands of years ago.

"Ha, ha." The hound laughed dryly and patted Zhuoligetu's shoulder speechlessly, "The slap in the face came really fast. It seems that your ax will come in handy this time."

"That's good." A look of excitement flashed in Zhuoligetu's eyes. He hung the rifle back on his waist, took off the battle ax and weighed it in his hand for a few times. Then he burst out with a Mongolian war cry. , the propulsion backpack was fully powered, and rushed towards the herd.

"Damn it, even if I die here today, I still have to kill him happily!!" The hound injected the last few potions into his body and rushed forward not to be outdone. The ammunition has long been used up, and the weapons held on the four mechanical arms have turned into swords made of Nino alloy, looking like a giant mechanical spider with its claws and teeth.

Before Zhuoligetu and the hound could come into contact with the beasts, a cold light swept across the front line of the beasts before the two of them. Wherever the cold light went, these carnivorous beasts that were extremely fierce just a second ago were In an instant, it turned into irregular corpses and scattered in all directions, floating in all directions in a weightless environment.

"Such a fast... knife?" The hound was stunned for a moment and looked to one side, "It's that boy Akira Asano... Damn it, when I was at the glacier ruins, I really misjudged him at first."

"It's not just once or twice that you made a mistake." Layton complained in the communication channel, "Hang on, these are just the vanguard's minions, the big guys are still behind!"

[p.s. Today is the author’s birthday, so it’s not too much to ask for votes~]