Alien Relic Hunter

In this situation, Asano Akira couldn't choose to retreat or change his moves like he just did. Once he removed the power from the tip of the knife, it would be the opponent's turn to thrust through his body.

Tit-for-tat moves, whoever retreats first will lose.

But just when Asano Akira was about to hold back no longer and explode all his power, the unshakable power coming from the tip of the knife suddenly disappeared!

Although I don't know why the opponent chose to retreat, this was obviously a rare opportunity. Asano Akira had no reason to give up. He stabbed the sword forward, and an almost solid "sword energy" erupted from the tip of the sword. "!

But Asano Akira didn't feel the sense of breakthrough when the sharp blade pierced his body, and the surging sword energy was completely thrown away - the swordsman who was confronting him just a moment ago seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Same... there is nothing behind the thick fog.

Immediately afterwards, a stronger sense of crisis completely enveloped his whole person - behind... no, not only the back, the left and right sides, but also the top of the head... There were eight directions in total, with eight sharp killing intents heading towards Asano Akira. Attack.

There are more than one enemy! !

Asano Akira felt that the hairs on his back suddenly stood up. He was accustomed to keeping silent and let out a low roar in his throat. He forcibly twisted his body, holding the knife in one hand and the sheath in the other, using the double-knife flow to perform a "reverse circumcision". , swinging to both sides.

He could feel the sharp tearing pain coming from the muscles of his arms, back and abdomen, but the movement of swinging the knife did not undergo any deformation. At the critical moment, he still successfully blocked the sharp blades stabbing from eight directions. .

But the moment Asano Akira completed this extreme defense, the ninth killing intent suddenly burst out from under his feet and headed straight for his left rib!

The short period of exhaustion and time to adjust his breathing when he retracted the move left him no time to defend against the killer move hidden at the end. He could only let the sharp blade pierce under his ribs, pierce through his heart, and then emerge from his throat. …

"I lost……?"

"Is this... my end?"

"It seems that death is not so painful..."

…

…

I don't know how long it took for Asano Akira to wake up from his coma. His body twitched a few times and slowly regained consciousness... However, wherever his thoughts touched, it was completely bright red. His throat felt like it was being strangled by something, making it extremely difficult to breathe. There was a constant burning sensation in the lungs and trachea, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of hot molten iron, and the burning sensation almost came out of his chest.

"I can still...feel pain...I'm not dead? Cough cough cough!"

Asano Akira suddenly trembled, his body that had been lying flat on the ground suddenly curled up, and he coughed violently.

He turned over with some difficulty, supported the ground with his elbows and knees, and took a deep breath.

The air smelled very sour, with the sour smell of the residue after the complete reaction of the oxygen generator, and the oxygen content in it was extremely low, which could not relieve the burning sensation in the respiratory tract at all.

Asano Akira calmed down. It was only then that he realized that the bright red he had "seen" with his mind tentacles was actually a warning message on the screen inside the breathing mask. However, when he woke up just now, his brain was still in a semi-downtime state. Only when you are in such a state will you feel that the whole world is filled with blood.

"Warning: The oxygen generator is exhausted, please replace it in time."

"Warning: The remaining oxygen content is less than 15%, dangerous!"

"Warning: The remaining oxygen content is less than 5%, dangerous!"

"Warning: Remaining oxygen content is less than 1%..."

Asano Akira quickly took out a new can of oxygen generator from his backpack and put it in, and poured a quick-acting catalyst into the can. The bright red oxygen content number inside the mask began to rise. In just five seconds, it had already It changed from red to yellow, and then to green, which represents "safety."

Asano Akira took several deep breaths, and the burning sensation in his respiratory tract finally eased somewhat.

He couldn't help but feel a little lucky. If he had woken up just a few minutes later, he might never have been able to wake up.

It was just a little bit away from death from suffocation.

After his condition recovered a little, Asano Akira's originally extremely confused thinking due to coma and hypoxia gradually calmed down, and he soon realized something was wrong.

He clearly remembered that before he fell into coma, his left rib was pierced by a sharp blade, which penetrated his throat and heart at the same time. Logically speaking, he could not still be alive...

But now, apart from some burning sensation still remaining in the trachea and lungs, there was no pain in the throat, chest or under the ribs. He reached out to touch the protective suit on his left rib and found no damage. place.

Asano Akira sat cross-legged, lost in thought.

Could it be that...everything just now was still an illusion?

But the collision feeling from the sword was so real, and the killing intent wrapped in those sharp blades... Even at that time, I knew that these things were all illusions, I would still choose to block instead of letting them go." The sword of falsehood pierces the body.

This illusion was so real that it blurred the boundary between illusion and reality. Akira Asano couldn't tell whether there was a real one hidden among those "fake" swords.

"Is this dense fog causing trouble?" Asano Akira stretched out his palm and gently moved it - through the thin and tough gloves, he could feel something flowing between them, which was as solid as liquid. Mist, being in it, is more like being in a container filled with low-density liquid.

However, even if the Gray Mist Forest can create bewildering hallucinations, the murderous intention is real... Looking back now, Asano Akira can't help but tighten the muscles in his body, and his fingers will curl up unconsciously, subconsciously. I just want to hold the handle of the knife.

Wait... Where's the knife?

He was startled and hurriedly reached out to touch the ground around him, but he didn't touch anything.

If he had just fallen into a coma due to hallucinations, the sword should have fallen not far from him... But apart from the soil, what Asano Akira touched was only tiny gravels and gravel embedded in the soil. .

He can no longer feel his knife... The connection with the tentacles of consciousness is broken.

Akira Asano had never felt so panicked... Even at the moment when he mistakenly thought he was about to die, as long as he held the knife in his hand, his mood was calm.

But after losing the fighting weapon that had been accompanying him, it was difficult for him to calm down... He wanted to expand the search area, but he was afraid of losing his way again.

If he stayed where he was, the sword might fall just a few steps away from him, but once he took a step, he might just go farther and farther.

Then he might never be able to get his knife back.

Asano Akira's breathing became a little faster, and the real-time heart rate displayed on the breathing mask rose from 80 beats per minute to 120 beats per minute, and it continued to increase gradually.

"I must find it...I must find it..." Asano Akira thought silently in his heart.

He is not like a swordsman who has lost a weapon, but more like a child who has lost a close relative.

In a daze, he seemed to feel that the density of the fog around him had dropped. A few rays of light shone through the gaps in the canopy of the tree canopy. He could even "see" with the tentacles of his mind some distance about 100 meters away from him. Ten meters away, there was a tree stump with a cross section as smooth as a mirror—that was what he had cut out just now when he was confirming the direction.

Just like a blindfolded person whose blindfold was suddenly torn off, the moment Asano Akira's mind tentacles extended around, he had "returned to light".

"The visibility...has increased?" Asano Akira was full of doubts, "This should be the depths of the forest...but...the visibility is almost the same as the area outside the red line..."

This change made him couldn't help but be more vigilant, but his eagerness to find the knife made him not carefully observe the surrounding environment at the first time, but focused on the ground.

The tentacles of his thoughts were like his sight, caressing the surrounding ground inch by inch.

The soil here is not very hard, and there are still a lot of footprints on it - Asano Akira can identify that these footprints belong to him, and there are no other people's footprints at the scene. As for the sword that broke through the ground, it was completely an illusion.

In other words, he had been fighting with "Air" for a long time just now...

But he still couldn't find his knife.

He remembered that when he fell, he was holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand. Even if he finally let go, he probably wouldn't have fallen too far...

It can be seen that within a radius of ten meters from where Asano Akira is standing, there is no trace of the Nino alloy sword.

"Could it be that... I threw the knife out... but my memory was confused?" Akira Asano supported his forehead, "No... I couldn't have thrown the knife away... especially in this place... If I let go, I would lose the connection with it, and I wouldn't do that."

"The only possibility is that someone...or something picked up my knife when I was unconscious."

Akira Asano glanced at the only man-made object on the ground: the empty oxygen concentrator bottle he had replaced. According to his daily consumption rate, a standard bottle of oxygen concentrator should be able to last. About six to eight hours. Just before he fell into the hallucinatory battle, Asano Akira had just replaced a new bottle of oxygen generator, and the empty bottles he replaced were inserted into the mesh pocket on the side of his backpack.

Each bottle of oxygen generator has an independent number, so there is no chance of confusion or misremembering. In other words, changing the oxygen generator is a real thing that happens in reality, not an illusion.

Based on this calculation, his coma should be at least six to eight hours.

But the problem is, the time on the watch has only passed less than half an hour...

He leaned over and picked up the empty oxygen generator tank on the ground, inspected it carefully, and then inspected the entire respiratory mask including the pump, air pressure valve and other components, and found no damage. So there is no possibility of "air leakage".

"What happened when I was in a coma? Why did the consumption of oxygen concentrators increase so much...wait..."

No, that’s not right, you can’t trust the time on the watch! Asano Akira seemed to have remembered something and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

When he separated from Ke Lan and the others, it only lasted a few seconds in his memory. Although he could feel the strange feeling of being vaguely "edited", in the process of recalling the memory, , could not find any obvious "BUG", and even the time on the watch told him that only a few seconds had passed since he and Ke Lan retreated into the thick fog.

But Asano Akira's knife told him that he took the initiative to cut off the safety rope on his body and walked alone in the thick fog for nearly two hours.

Although Akira Asano could not explain why not only were there no memories in his brain for these two hours, but even his watch seemed to have stopped moving during those two hours... But he still believed in his sword more than in mechanical products such as watches. .

"You cannot trust any information obtained from your own senses..." Akira Asano finally realized the horror of this forest.

In fact, until their current position, except for being bombarded by the two warships that crashed many years ago in the forest glade, they have not encountered any substantial danger. But this does not mean that this forest is safe. Compared with this world where hallucinations and illusions are everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish between real and virtual worlds, Asano Akira would rather fight those terrifying monsters... At least, he doesn't have to. Even my own senses are in doubt.

Just when Asano Akira was about to plan his next action plan, the tentacles of consciousness extending straight ahead captured a humanoid creature walking through the thick fog - but strangely, everything around this humanoid creature, including Asano Akira could "see" everything including the soil, stones, and tree stumps of the mist habitat clearly. But for this humanoid creature, he could only "see" a general outline and could not capture any details.

It was as if he was wrapped in thick fog... No, it was as if he was made of thick fog.

But there is one thing Asano Akira can see clearly.

In the opponent's hand, he held the knife that belonged to him.

It's just that this sword can no longer resonate with Asano Akira's consciousness tentacles.

It doesn't belong to him anymore.

An inexplicable anger suddenly rose from Asano Akira's heart. He slowly took out a spare wakizashi from his waist and held it tightly in his hand...

[P.S. Open the QQ group and open the WeChat friends. They are all showing off their love tonight. I am the only one sitting in front of the computer and coding alone... It is expected that the subscription will drop sharply tonight...

So what, if possible, can you subscribe to the latest chapter, Qiuli Cream (Humble) while you are in love?

But I still want to wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day, lovers will eventually get married, and singles will get out of singles as soon as possible (as for me? I just want to get rich). 】

[P.P.S. Thanks to Wangchuanhe for the 100 starting coins. 】