Alien Relic Hunter

The weapons of the No. 3 landing craft have been aimed at the tentacle groups floating in this direction. It can also be seen from the Greek's monitoring screen that these five tentacle groups have been framed by a red circle symbolizing "locking". , although their flight speed is constantly accelerating, the reaction speed of the fire control system is faster than them.

"Fire!"

The moment these five tentacle regiments entered the effective range, the captain directly issued a firing order, and four 25mm caliber cannons began firing at the same time. The cannon's bullet chain is equipped with a tracer bullet every four rounds. These tracer bullets draw out dazzling streams of light in the dark background of space, heading straight for the tentacles.

"Hit! Hit! All hits!"

The tentacle clumps seemed to have no intention of avoiding the cannon fire. In the first round, all five tentacle clumps were shot. Torn away by the huge kinetic energy carried by the warheads, these tentacle clumps like flower clusters suddenly scattered in all directions.

"Successful?" A bad premonition suddenly flashed through the captain's heart - at this moment, these separated tentacles accelerated again, spraying a large number of spores while shooting towards the landing craft and the Greek airship. Come!

"Target split! The number of observable targets is eighty-seven... No, it's eighty-nine... The number of targets is still rising! One hundred and six... One hundred and thirteen..." Responsible for operating the landing craft fire control system The gunner shouted, "We can't lock them! Our fire network can no longer stop them!"

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Inside the "Sick Village" space station, Area B.

Ke Lan wanted to ask the woman something, but a sharp and harsh noise suddenly came from the loudspeaker installed high on the scaffolding, followed immediately by an obscure words.

Ke Lan carefully distinguished it. It seemed to be a prayer composed of multiple languages. Its main content was to praise the "great god" believed in by the heretical sect. This kind of prayer was similar to Ke Lan's. It has been seen on stone tablets excavated in many ruins, but the original texts written in Alpha language are difficult to accurately translate into words that humans can understand. Even if it is just a free translation, there will be many words that do not express the meaning, or even The interpretations are quite different.

This prayer recited on the radio is even more so. Not only is the wording and sentence construction extremely poor, but there are also many self-contradictions in the content. As for the grammatical errors - sorry, it was written in seven or eight different languages. "Stitch Monster", maybe we shouldn't judge the grammatical issues.

To people who don't know what's going on, it might sound a bit pretentious, but to Ke Lan, in addition to being funny, it probably only leaves an empathic embarrassment that can make him dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes on the ground. .

But the woman's expression suddenly changed, and she subconsciously wanted to break away from Ke Lan's hand on the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?" Ke Lan asked in confusion - not only this woman, but also others felt threatened after hearing the broadcast. They all got up from the bed, lowered their heads, and pressed their heads tightly. Fit snugly against the shelf.

Only the miners who arrived at the space station in the same batch as Ke Lan and the others were still looking around at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

"Let me go back quickly! Otherwise, if Lord 'Servant of God' sees you, you will be finished!" the woman said anxiously.

"'Servant of God'? Is he someone higher than 'Priest'?" Ke Lan let go of the woman and asked.

"That's someone who directly serves the great god. He never comes to the residential area on weekdays..." The woman's body seemed to be trembling slightly out of fear, "You'd better pray not to be chosen by him. "

After she finished speaking, she quickly climbed back into the upper bunk and knelt on the bunk like the others.

Someone who directly serves a great god? Don’t you live in a residential area on weekdays? Ke Lan couldn't help but take a deep breath. Could it be that this "god servant" lived with the creature that the local residents called the "great god"?

It seems that the "great god" they believe in can communicate with humans? Or to put it another way, is this "great god" the real ruler of this space station?

The so-called "servants of God", "priests" and those "second-generation citizens" are its direct subordinates. As for the residents of the "sick village", they should be its "subjects".

No, it's not just the "subjects"...these people at the bottom may be its "reserve food".

Just when Ke Lan was thinking this, the "god servant" the woman called him had already entered the residential area with several followers wearing black cloaks.

What surprised Ke Lan was that the leading "god servant" was actually wearing an old-fashioned power armor. If Ke Lan is not mistaken, this should be a "Copper Hammer Type VI" that was discontinued forty years ago. The paint on the outer layer of the armor has completely peeled off, and every movement of the wearer will leave it covered with rust. The joints made a tooth-breaking friction sound - it was a miracle that this power armor could move.

Of course, the second possibility cannot be ruled out - the engine of this powered armor has long since been scrapped. This large iron lump weighing nearly a ton was completely held up by the man wearing the armor.

Ke Lan noticed that many places on the surface of the power armor were covered with fungi that looked like carrion. Under the erosion of these fungi, this piece of power armor looks like a sunken ship that has been soaked on the seabed for many years and has just been fished out. Especially at the joints such as collars, wrists and waist shafts, these fungi even have carapace-like cuticles growing on the outside, and the kind of vines attached to the bottom of ships that make people's scalp numb just by looking at them. The pots are very similar.

Ke Lan even wondered whether these fungi grew from the person inside the armor...or rather, the "creature" inside the armor.

[P.S. Let me tell you about the update on the hip extension these days: It has been seven years since the house in my community was built, and it has been almost five or six years since we moved in. The other residents have basically completed the decoration and moved in. It has been many years, and then a week ago, the residents on the 20th floor suddenly started to renovate (I live on the 17th floor)... The sound of hammers hitting the wall and electric drills started from 8 o'clock in the morning to almost 7 o'clock in the evening. I could almost feel the whole building shaking with the electric drill. I had to shout to hear my parents talk at home.

Then when I was typing, my scalp kept trembling, and my head was in chaos...

Basically, I can’t write anything during the day. What I write is a bunch of typos, confusing word order, and a plot that makes me uncomfortable. I can only write after seven o’clock in the evening, and my coding speed is relatively slow. That kind of thing, I basically have to write until 11 or 12 o'clock, and then I want to catch up on some sleep during the day. At eight o'clock, the electric drill and hammer start again... If this continues in a vicious cycle, the whole person is about to have a neurasthenia...

At present, we have joined forces with several owners and property owners to negotiate with each other, but the owner on the 20th floor has refused to show up. Every day in the WeChat group, a lot of people pretend to be dead, and the construction people don’t pay attention to us at all. Let's go to the owners... and, in a sense, they seem to be doing so within the time allowed by law...

In short, I have a headache right now, a headache in both physical and mental senses... I hope everyone can understand me. 】