Alien Relic Hunter

"Sure enough, this guy has abilities similar to mine." Marshall said solemnly. From the residual consciousness attached to those black spikes, we can know that the puppet's body definitely has strength that far exceeds that of a "perfect individual" - -The so-called "perfect individual" is only for human beings. Experimental subjects like Marshall are already a ceiling-like existence...but for the creations of Alpha Civilization, the upper limit is far higher than that.

"Long-distance attacks are ineffective against it...at least the weapons in our hands are like this." Marshall said to Ke Lan, "We can only fight at close range. The effective range of my ability is fifteen meters. I need you and that little Girl, help me contain this ugly thing."

"If you get close to it, you will die." The speaker was Ze Luo. From the moment she entered the bridge, she never took her eyes away from the puppet.

"Are you so sure? You have to give it a try, right?" Marshall grinned, "If I read correctly, the interception range of the grenade is five meters, and its absolute control area has not yet covered me. , I can attack it."

"No, it's not five meters, it's fifty meters." Ze Luo finally turned his head and glanced at Marshall, "As long as you walk forward eleven meters, you will become like that grenade."

"Fifty meters? How did you know?" Marshall was startled and took a step back subconsciously.

Ze Luo did not answer his question, but walked up behind Ke Lan and Marshall and put his palms on their backs.

At this moment, Ke Lan and Marshall's vision suddenly changed dramatically. The entire interior of the bridge turned into pure white. Only the puppet individuals in the distance were black, like a big ball in the air. It's like ink smeared on white paper.

Countless black tentacles stretched out from its body, covering every corner within fifty meters, like ink stains spreading along the fibers of paper - these things are invisible to the naked eye. , if Ke Lan and Marshall rashly break into the territory of these black tentacles, they will be captured by them in an instant.

"It turned out to be a trap." Marshall frowned, and the fingers of his right hand trembled slightly, and then he condensed a conical drill ten meters in front of him, and then controlled the drill that was materialized with his mind, and slowly Push forward slowly.

He originally wanted to condense the drill bit at the extreme distance, but he found that the unsubstantial power of his mind dissipated directly after entering that area - the "suppressive force" he felt on Ze Luo not long ago ", actually appeared again in this puppet individual.

Eleven meters directly in front is the domain of the puppet individual, and Marshall's attack range is fifteen meters. There is a four-meter space overlap between the two. Although Marshall cannot attack the puppet's body, it is different from those black It takes a lot of effort, but it can still be done.

As soon as the cone-shaped drill entered the range of fifty meters, those black tentacles immediately surged up, and they struck like whips. At this moment, Marshall thought, and immediately made the invisible drill rotate at high speed. stand up.

The black tentacles that came into contact with the drill bit were instantly crushed to pieces. This scene made Marshall's frown relax a little - these tentacles were not as strong as he thought, at least in terms of the degree of concentration of his willpower. His drill was way off.

"It's not very strong...these tentacles...if I materialize my mind power and protect my whole body, I should be able to rush through this middle zone." Marshall said to himself.

"These tentacles are not used for attack." However, Ze Luo's words were like a basin of cold water poured on his head. "These tentacles are just a means of detection."

"What about its attack methods?" As soon as Marshall finished speaking, a piercing scream rang out in the depths of his mind. His whole body was shaken, and the solid mental power drill collapsed in an instant.

"Fuck! My head feels like it's going to explode!" Marshall immediately covered his head and squatted down, "I...I have to find something to plug my ears."

"It's no use plugging your ears." Ke Lan, who had been observing the puppets, shook his head, "You just plugged your ears, but did the wails of the undead weaken at all?"

"..."

"These sounds are not heard with your ears, but directly invade the depths of your mind. All you can do is get used to them."

"But that scream just now was too... too damn sharp, as if an awl was piercing my brain..." Marshall said, seeming to feel something sticky and hot. It flowed down the sides of Ren Zhong. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and there was a large deep red mark on the back of his hand.

"This... this doesn't seem to be a purely mental attack." Marshall raised his eyes and glanced at Ke Lan, "Why don't you have a nosebleed?"

"This is a pure mental attack." Ke Lan took a deep breath and said to him, "Didn't you say that without the protection of your mind, your brain would have exploded long ago?"

"Uh...hiss-" Marshall was stunned for a moment, then took a sharp breath.

The scream that sounded deep in his mind not only destroyed his mental power drill, but also caused a crack in his self-protection. It was precisely because of this that blood overflowed from his nasal cavity.

This trauma was not caused by the puppet individual, but by his own thoughts.

That scream was equivalent to tearing off the bandage he used to wrap the wound.

"Then this ugly thing seems to have completely restrained me..." Marshall gritted his teeth and shook his head, "Don't even rush over and fight it up close. If I scream like this a few more times, , I’m afraid my head is really going to explode.”

Hearing what Marshall said, Ke Lan couldn't help but see the death method of the heretic leader's substitute... his head exploded from the inside out. Just imagining that scene was scary enough.

"Why don't you return to the hangar first and leave this place to me and Ze Luo." Ke Lan said.

He was a little confused as to why the puppet had never launched an active attack. Even the scream just now was based on passive defense - what was it waiting for? Or... what are the limitations of its attack methods?

"Are you kidding me? We've already come this far and I won't go back." Marshall wiped away the bleeding nose. "If I go back, wouldn't I make that little dwarf Akira Asano laugh at me?"

"He won't laugh at you, and neither will we." Ke Lan said.

"Stop talking, I don't have a few days to live anyway. Instead of waiting for death, it's better to have a good fight." Marshall raised his head and suddenly laughed, "When I escaped from the Ark, At that time, I thought that the end of my life was to die in the wilderness; later, I thought that the end of my life was in those suffocating cocoons of flesh; and later, I thought that I would finish my final journey in that smelly space station. The journey...but now it seems like this is my real destination."

"This paragraph of yours can be made into a poem, and it's called "The End"." In this atmosphere, Ke Lan suddenly told a cold joke that made no sense.

"Okay, please help me publish it after you return to the Ark." Marshall smiled, "By the way, if I really die here, if there is still a body left, don't take it back to the ground or to the space station. , just throw it into space."

After saying that, Marshall took a step forward and pulled the trigger.

Bullets poured out from the muzzle, but none of them could enter within five meters of the puppet. However, Marshall seemed not to care at all. He pulled out the empty magazine and replaced it with another. new.

He was still walking forward, and at this time, he was less than three meters away from the area covered with black tentacles.