Civilization: The bacteria built me ​​a god

Uncle Da looked at the battle scene of one man and one mecha from a distance and shook his head slightly. He was too inexperienced and his consciousness was not strong enough. He chose to fight with Jörmungandr in close combat.

That was like showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong.

Which strong man with a strength exceeding that of a 30-year-old mutator did not undergo the tempering of fire and blood again and again before undergoing transformation.

They have fought more times than the average person has eaten. Although Tang Ruyi is gifted, who is his opponent?

Jörmungandr!

A super strong man with a strength comparable to that of a 40-year-old mutator, even if he has not learned the ancient arts, his punches are weird and his figure is ghostly, absolutely suppressing Tang Ruyi.

At the beginning, Tang Ruyi proposed close combat to feel the strength of the mutator, but Uncle Da disagreed. He was worried that his consciousness was not strong enough, and it would be difficult to control the mecha in close combat, and he would be defeated by Jörmungandr.

In that case, it would be a big blow to his heart, and he was afraid that he would never recover from it.

The reason why the One-Strike Mech can compete with the Forty-Year Polluted Mutant is not only the strength of its materials, but more importantly, the Mech has a strong explosive power, which may be some kind of laser, some kind of energy wave, or some kind of fission core.

In short, facing the Forty-Year Polluted Mutant, as long as the big move is activated, it is absolutely impossible to fall behind.

Of course, at the level of the Polluted Mutant, its own superpowers are also at the level of destroying the world, and a full-strength attack is no less than the explosion of an ordinary nuclear bomb.

Therefore, the Polluted Mutant War almost always chooses to fight in the deep contaminated area where there is no one. If it is fought in a densely populated urban area, I don’t know how many people will die.

"Come again!"

Tang Ruyi in the Mech cabin was not discouraged. He stood up from his half-kneeling body, gritted his teeth, and made a sword-drawing action. Then he ran, and the golden armor also ran, flashing psychedelic golden light spots under the starlight, rushing towards Jörmungandr.

The Tang sword swung, swirled in the Mech’s hand, and stabbed Jörmungandr’s chest with a sword. This ordinary forward stab was used extremely skillfully by Tang Ruyi. It looked ordinary, but it was dangerous.

This danger can only be felt when facing the 20-meter-long, 1.8-meter-high, and 2-meter-wide Jörmungandr.

"Haha, interesting." Jörmungandr had a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

Use him... to practice?

Use him to practice! It's really a strange thing. A person standing at the top of the pyramid in Adam City would actually be used to practice? His eyes showed the majesty of an emperor, but his body was as light as a flying bird to dodge the attack that Tang Ruyi thought was hidden.

Yes, the person who controlled the mecha let go of his hands and feet and fought. His strength was not worse than his. What's wrong with practicing with each other at the same level?

After landing, Jörmungandr rushed forward and punched out.

The force was heavy and heavy, like a mountain and sea.

The golden armor raised the Tang sword to block horizontally, and retreated again and again, "dengdengdeng", and the contaminated core on the ground was stepped on and cracked, shattered all over the ground, like black stars scattered on the ground.

Jörmungandr looked at the shattered contaminated core on the ground and frowned: "Wait for you in the depths of the contaminated area!"

The huge head of the golden armor looked back at Uncle Da, who nodded and agreed to let him fight with Jörmungandr. Whether or not he could kill Jörmungandr, Uncle Da had enough confidence in the Tang family's mecha to ensure that Tang Ruyi was safe.

Jörmungandr left, and Jehovah appeared on the battlefield, followed by a modified truck, and began to pick up the contaminated core again. Uncle Da walked to Xu Jingzhe's side, confirmed that he was still alive, and carried him on his shoulders.

"Little, little A Man..." Xu Jingzhe, who was in a coma, seemed to have sensed something, and whispered the name of little A Man?

"Who?" Uncle Da asked.

"Little A Man..."

The 800-mile minefield destroyed everything, more than 20 million people were buried here, and the polluters left contaminated cores. The people in the chemical zone left the modified alloy...

Almost all the people from the four major families died, only one person escaped by luck. Sun Chenglong listened to Xu Jingzhe's words and fled desperately, but he was also struck by lightning and almost died.

Eight hundred miles away, the polluters who came later were all silent. Looking at everything in front of them, they were just glad that they came late and saved their lives.

Under an ancient tree not far away, three women with their own merits were sitting there, their bodies still trembling slightly.

One of them thought of the scene of the destruction of the world like the end of the world, and tears fell: "Boss, you, do you think Xu Jingzhe can survive?"

Lu Xiaoxiao's face was pale, and her towering chest was ups and downs. Jörmungand was too crazy, a devil. The war with Pangu City took away the lives of countless innocent people, and in the polluted area, tens of millions of polluters were designed. I am afraid that hundreds of millions of lives have died because of his decisions and actions.

If he is not a devil, who is?

He is simply a devil among devils!

"If he can sense it in advance, he will definitely survive." Qiu Chan bit his lip and said.

"Ye Zi's revenge has not been avenged yet, I believe he will not die like this." Lu Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, and painful memories came to her mind.

Two thousand miles away from Mosleke City, the mountains are rolling and the roar of beasts breaks the silence of the night. The lush branches and leaves cast large patches of projections, and the beasts are dormant in the projections. In the dark night, pairs of cold eyes patiently wait for prey to come.

Suddenly, all the creatures on this high mountain trembled and crawled on the ground, weak and afraid to make a sound. A golden mecha, with orange flames erupting from its feet, slowly landed on the hillside, and with a wave of a ten-meter-long sword, the giant trees within a radius of five miles fell silently.

Terrifying energy surged, and the beast sensed the approaching danger and hibernated even lower.

On the giant tree opposite the golden armor, stood a man, tall and tall, with a handsome appearance that showed no age. The slightly curled long golden hair covered his eyebrows, but it could not cover up the domineering look of the superior in his eyes.

"Do you still want to fight in close combat? Can your mind control the mecha for so long?" Jörmungandr asked calmly.

In close combat, without using all his strength, his lifespan limit will not be affected. If he fights desperately, his lifespan will definitely be less than five years. Regardless of whether he can defeat Jin Jia or not, it will be greatly shortened. If the battle lasted for dozens of days, he wouldn't even be sure how long he could survive, and he might die suddenly in the next second.

"If you have the opportunity to fight against those who have been corrupted for forty years, why not fight in close combat?" Tang Ruyi's voice was high-pitched, with a hint of excitement: "The longer I fight with you, the stronger my consciousness will become. From now on, I will control The longer the mecha lasts, the more powerful it will be."

After saying that, Tang Ruyi took the initiative to attack Jörmungandr.

In the seed area, there is a spacious four-lane road next to the boxy square.

Two meters above the four vertical lanes, the space was shaking violently. It seemed like something was violently impacting there. Whenever there was an impact, a transparent crack would appear.

Whenever a transparent gap appears, dense and irregular black lines will extend around it, getting longer each time.

Time and time again, I don’t know how many times later, the transparent crack was suddenly opened into a gap that was only as thick as a finger, and the black lines jumped straight, as if wrapping around the crack, preventing it from healing automatically.

The surrounding street lights flickered non-stop, the cold wind blew, and a pool of water appeared on the ground. The water spread with gray-white vapor towards the surroundings, and when it touched the green trees and grass, it made a "puff" sound, and then Instantly withered into yellow...

"Hoarse, roar..." A strange voice came from the crack.