Alien Relic Hunter

"No... no, absolutely not!" The human figure covered in thick fog muttered.

"Why not? If I can't go out, I will be 'contaminated' sooner or later if I stay here... In this case..." Thirty-three was interrupted by the other party before he could finish his words——

"If... you return to the Ark... you will bring... the pollution... back with you..." The other party's tone suddenly became cold and hard, which made Thirty-three feel a little vigilant. He took those... The black flying blade that had just been withdrawn was released again.

"Are you planning to keep me here?" Thirty-three said solemnly, "Since I can no longer escape the fate of being 'contaminated', you should at least let me know the ins and outs of the whole thing... Even if it is Even if I die, I want to be a wise man."

"No...the 'polluted' will not die...either body...or soul...will become a part of Him...never...will rest...for humans...that is...never There is no end to torture." The humanoid figure covered in thick fog stood up, holding the steel pipe that penetrated the chest with both hands, and slowly pulled out the steel pipe while saying it.

"Who is he? Does he mean the 'great god' believed in by the Alpha civilization? What does the never-ending torture mean?" Thirty-three knew that the battle with the guy in front of him was inevitable, but before the fight started, he I still want to ask as many questions as possible.

"I...can't save you...but at least...I won't let you...become His sacrifice..." The other party held the steel pipe tightly in his right hand. Although the twist-shaped fracture at the front end was covered with rust, But it is still sharp, and it is extremely lethal visually. If you are stabbed by this thing...

"Huh... there should be a tetanus vaccine in the medical bag, right?" Thirty-three took half a step back, summoned nearly a hundred black flying blades, and combined them into a kite-shaped shield in front of him - Thirty-three I don’t want to try the feeling of being stabbed by this thing, whether it is penetrated to the vital part or just scratched a layer of skin... You know, this thing is pulled out from the opponent’s body. Who knows, besides all kinds of bacteria and viruses on it, Besides, he also carried something strange.

"His power is reviving... They tried to fight... but failed... They bought us time... but... we... arrived... much later than expected... time... There is very little left... and sacrifices... must... be prevented... as much as possible..."

After saying this, the human figure covered in thick fog suddenly rushed towards Thirty-Three with this "tetanus spear"!

"What did you say? Why is His power resurrecting? Tell me clearly!" Thirty-three had already controlled the flying blade in the dark to shoot at the opponent, but the first sentence of what the opponent just said made him Thirty-three abruptly interrupted the attack...

This paragraph is intermittent and the number of words is very small, but it contains an explosive amount of information... It is a pity that at this critical juncture, all Thirty-Three can do is to emphasize this paragraph word for word. Write it down, there is no time to chew it carefully.

"clang!"

The "Tetanus" spear hit hard on the shield made of flying blades. This huge force immediately shattered the shield. Those uncontrollable black flying blades flew in all directions, and some even missed it. The thirty-three people standing behind the shield were scratched.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Thirty-three was distracted and thinking about what the other party just said... Controlling and manipulating hundreds of flying blades would have been a heavy mental load, and coupled with the distraction, he had enough It took half a second to regain control of these flying blades, and formed a "mini shield" the size of eight palms in front of him.

Rather than saying it is a mini shield, it is more appropriate to call it a "heart mirror". The opponent's spearhead was pointed directly at Thirty-Three's heart. He simply shrunk the defense area, and each piece of "heart mirror" , are composed of more than a dozen overlapping flying blades, and their defensive power is several times stronger than the original "large and unreal" kite-shaped shield.

The "Tetanus" spear in the opponent's hand pierced five "Breast Guards" in a row, and did not stop until the sixth "Breast Guard". The originally sharp twist-shaped spear tip had also been penetrated at this moment. It was squeezed into a mess of iron blocks.

Although Ark has very high standards for the materials used in building warships, this steel pipe is only an air supply pipe inside the ship and not the external armor or the main stress-bearing frame. No matter how high the material requirements are, it still means high performance. The anti-corrosion alloy is mixed with less than five thousandths of Nino alloy. Compared with the black flying blade forged from 100% Nino alloy, the strength is not at the same level.

If the "heart guard" made of stacked black flying blades is regarded as a one-millimeter-thick steel sheet, then this steel pipe is equivalent to a thin wafer biscuit at best.

Being able to break through five "heart mirrors" in a row is entirely dependent on the opponent's extremely terrifying explosive power.

"This guy's strength... actually rivals Asano Akira's!" In Sansan's impression, among those who have fought with him, only Asano Akira can achieve this level - Valentina Not counting He Zeluo, the former relied on the power of the mecha, while the latter was simply a loser.

According to Thirty-Three's own estimation, a single layer of his "spirit guard" can at least block direct fire from a large-caliber hunting pistol within a distance of ten meters, and three layers can block bullets from an anti-material sniper rifle. The opponent instantly broke through five Layer... The explosive power of this thrust is at least equivalent to the 25mm caliber cannon on a light vehicle.

"It seems that I underestimated this guy's strength before." Thirty-three quickly retreated and distanced himself from the opponent - from the perspective of a small-scale battle position, he is not actually a melee character, and certainly not one. The control range of the long-range ADC and black flying blade is still not as good as that of firearms. If I had to define a position, it would be a mid- to long-range assassin or output-type support.

The black flying blades that had been in place before were launched at the same time, shooting at the opponent's vital points - cheeks, throat, heart, waist, lower body... At the same time, the same number of flying blades were aimed at the ankles and knees. A joint that can restrict the opponent's movement.

Thirty-three didn’t know if the vital points belonging to humans still existed after the other party became like this, but he didn’t mind pricking the other party like a hedgehog at all - since it was difficult to kill him with one blow, he just chose Saturation attack.

But just when the tips of these black flying blades had just penetrated the layer of gray mist covering the opponent's body, Thirty-three instantly found that all the connections between himself and the flying blades were cut off, just like in the forest——

These out-of-control black flying blades seemed to be stabilized by some kind of force. The next second, they fell to the ground one after another, making a clanging sound.

Nearly three seconds later, Thirty-three sensed the existence of these falling flying blades again. Before that, these flying blades seemed to have disappeared from his mental perception - he could see the ones on the ground. Flying blades, but cannot "touch" them with his own abilities.

"The gray fog covering this guy's body is the same as the thick fog in the forest... I should have thought of this earlier!" Thirty-three felt a little guilty in his heart. Fortunately, the current situation has not completely fallen into a disadvantage. Otherwise, he might not even have time to blame himself.

The front end of the steel pipe has turned into a ball of iron and lost its sharpness, but the opponent simply used it as a war hammer. Every time he swung it, it made a roaring sound, and every time it hit hard, It can smash an oncoming "heart mirror" into pieces.

Since ancient times, the most useful armor-breaking weapons are not sharp weapons, but powerful and heavy blunt weapons - the existence of war hammers is to directly smash enemies wearing heavy armor to pieces.

The usual flying blade cannot tear open the opponent's "Mist Armor", and one's own defense methods can only withstand one attack from the opponent, and the opponent's second attack will come before the next piece of "Guard Mirror" is gathered and formed... This attack The frequency is not like a war hammer at all, but like a dexterous dagger.

Thirty-three could only keep retreating, trading space for time... Fortunately, the corridor was long enough, and he still had enough time to think of countermeasures before being forced into a dead corner.

The flying blade's long-range attack is ineffective, so it is estimated that only close combat can cause effective damage to this guy... No, before that, you can at least try the firearm.

After all, bullets are powered by gunpowder, not that mysterious spiritual force.

Although the black flying blade is Thirty-Three's main means of combat, as a retired veteran, his skills with guns are not bad at all.

After a newly formed "heart guard" was shot away by the opponent, Thirty-Three took out the large-caliber hunting pistol at his waist while striding back, holding the gun in the "central axis heavy locking system" posture Secure the pistol to your waist and pull the trigger continuously.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

The deafening gunshots unique to hunting pistols echoed in the corridor, and three 0.5-inch-caliber bullets all penetrated into the gray fog... But the opponent's figure only sluggish for a brief moment, and then waved the warhammer towards him again. Thirty-three smashed over.

"The bullets are effective... Although they can only cause a very short pause, at least they are not completely useless. They can be used as an auxiliary means at critical moments." Thirty-three's brain quickly entered the thinking mode he was used to. This was a A thinking mode "exercised" on the ever-changing battlefield, but what runs faster than his brain is his body——

Another piece of heart-protecting mirror quickly gathered and formed. After blocking the blow, Thirty-Three advanced instead of retreating and rushed to the opponent's left side.

The pistol at his waist fired all the remaining bullets in the magazine in one breath, and the other hand grabbed the Nino alloy dagger that ejected from the scabbard in the air, and moved forward with force. Hand it over, it stabbed into the opponent's ribs!

Since you can't control the weapon to penetrate the mist with your mind, just use your hands directly... If the opponent can even block this, then Thirty-Three really has nothing to do.

The tip of the Nino alloy dagger seemed to be wrapped in a ball of extremely tough rubber. A strong torque came from the hilt. Thirty-three felt as if the dagger would be released at any time. He pretended to lose it and hit it empty. Instead of holding the magazine of the pistol, he clenched it with both hands and vigorously stirred the sword.

"Ah..." The human figure wrapped in gray mist let out a howl. It grabbed the part of the short sword that was still exposed outside the body with one hand, preventing Thirty-Three from continuing to poke the tip of the sword inward, and picked up the war hammer with the other hand. Hit Thirty-Three’s head.

In a competition of strength, Thirty-Three was naturally no match for this guy. He could only choose to give up the Nino alloy dagger and jump back.

"At least this guy will feel pain...which means there will be more beatings..."

Thirty-three wiped the blood on his face - although he had just narrowly avoided the falling war hammer, the strong wind attached to the hammer head still scratched his cheek.

Just imagine what it would be like if this hammer fell solidly on your body...

"I stabbed this guy with a sword. This guy seemed to be fully capable of fighting, but I definitely couldn't take the opponent's blow... I have to be careful..."

"Bullets can penetrate the gray fog, so maybe I can use inertia to accelerate the flying blade first, then give up control of the flying blade when it gets close to the gray fog, and let the flying blade use inertia to penetrate the gray fog and hit this guy's body... ...But the problem is that judging from the obstruction just caused by the dagger, it is estimated that the piercing force of inertia alone cannot cause any damage..."

[P.S. Thanks to Brother Menmen and Wandering DNA Vest for the 1,500 starting coins; thanks to February Hanfeng for the 100 starting coins. (Unexpectedly, I mentioned it casually yesterday, and someone rewarded it today. It seems that they are all good friends who have read the latest chapter. Thank you very much.)

I probably masturbated too much recently, and my tenosynovitis has occurred again. Today's chapter is quite painful... All video games and masturbation activities have been suspended, and fitness projects that require the use of fingers have also been suspended. I hope I hope it can be relieved as soon as possible...but it still hurts a lot. Let's take a look and cherish it. Maybe I will suddenly ask for leave...

Speaking of which, I obviously don’t update too much. 4,000 a day is a starting point for perfect attendance. In this era when the average person has 10,000 words a day, I am definitely considered the lazy dog ​​among the lazy dogs. I don’t know why those code word tentacles are there I have all kinds of strange occupational diseases: tenosynovitis, cervical spondylosis, etc... I originally thought that it would be better after I started exercising, but when I was doing deadlifts last month, I accidentally suffered from cervical spine compensation because my core muscles were not strong enough. As a result, it hurt for half a month...

I still hope that everyone can pay attention to their health, exercise more, exercise scientifically, stand up and walk more after sitting for a long time, and stay up less late...Don't be like me, who suffered from all kinds of problems before the age of thirty...]