Human accounts are forced to reach max level

She seemed to have synchronized all her experiences with Rick before. Those experiences that made her shy should have been her own experiences. The feeling of loving Rick gave...

At this moment, Hubie felt the feeling called "social death" in the human "heart".

and many other indescribable emotions.

"Hey, why did you suddenly become quiet?" Saitama asked strangely.

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Hubie began to pat Saitama's bald head vigorously. His originally fair face was now so red that he no longer looked like a Machina.

"Eh? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!!!!"

"Hey! I told you not to pat me on the head. If you pat me on the head again, I'll get angry!"

The originally silent wilderness began to become more noisy.

...

At the same time, in a dark space.

On a virtual three-dimensional projection screen, the entire experience of an Ex-Machina and a human was being played in a loop.

Surrounded by countless machines, they were sitting in rows and watching quietly, and...

From time to time someone turned his head silently.

The shy old face blushed.

Then he turned back and continued to watch carefully.

What other races don't know is that on this day, the Mecha race group originally did not have any emotions.

Understand what "love" is.

Chapter 11: Bald humans are really scary

"Hoo, hoho - what's going on with that bald guy?"

In the wilderness, a figure suddenly appeared in the lee of a huge rock.

The orc captain held his right arm that was broken into several sections and leaned against the boulder while panting. Some blood seeped out from the cracks in the mask. Then, perhaps feeling aggrieved, he suddenly hammered the boulder behind him with his left hand.

"boom!"

The tyrannical force directly caused a pit to appear, and then cracks spread like spider webs everywhere on the surface of the boulder.

At this time, dozens more figures appeared here closely behind.

"Are they all here?"

The orc captain retracted his fist, looked around at his injured companions, and asked.

"Everyone is here, no one is left behind."

"Is that so..." Looking at his companions, the orc captain was silent for a while, "I didn't expect that guy to really let us go. What does this mean? Are you looking down on us?"

Recalling that before I activated [Blood Bad] to attack the opponent, but was directly slapped into the ground by the opponent, and all the other team members were slapped into the ground at the same time in an instant, the beastman felt that he was It seemed like I was dreaming.

Even though I was shocked later, I directly relied on my self-healing ability, which increased dozens of times after turning on the blood damage, to recover from my injuries. I broke out of the humanoid pit, and with my other companions who also recovered immediately, With a tacit understanding, they all launched a frenzied attack on the bald man with a dumbfounded look on his face.

But the reality is disappointing. The opponent didn't even move at all from the beginning, and was so unprepared to withstand their stormy supersonic attacks.

He even scratched his cheek excessively.

The all-round physical fitness obtained by turning on blood damage and breaking through the physical limit has been improved nearly a hundred times. Even if they are not good at using elf power, the orcs can still have enough power when facing other races with strong military strength. The power of self-preservation.

Regardless of elven power, in terms of pure melee combat, the orcs even have the confidence to suppress the god-killing weapons of the superior races - the Flügel, and they themselves are proud of this.

But now, the orc captain has doubts.

Have they really broken through the limits of physics?

The guy who called himself Saitama, after standing and enduring their attacks for a full minute, said something that they would never forget.

"You guys are quite fast."

Without any contempt, ridicule or provocation, it seems to be a simple and plain statement of a fact.

Then, the figure instantly disappeared in front of their foul-like dynamic vision.

Almost at the next moment, the teammates, who could no longer bear the overloaded physical burden caused by turning on the blood damage, fell into a new pit again at the same time.

Only the orc captain relied on his extraordinary intuition and subconsciously turned his head to avoid the terrifying fist.

At that time, he seemed to hear an unexpected soft squeak, and then his vision went dark, accompanied by a crushing pain in his right arm that could not be relieved even by dozens of times of its self-healing ability.

"hiss."

Thinking of this, the orc captain felt his right arm hurt even more. Fortunately, he recovered part of the injury before exiting the bloody state, otherwise Xiaoyou would probably be crippled.

"Captain, I didn't smell that guy's scent, and he didn't catch up. It seems he really wants to let us go."

A lightly injured orc appeared and reported on the reconnaissance situation.

This made the orc captain's eyes even more complicated, and he murmured in a low voice.

"What a disgrace to a warrior."

"Captain, are we going to fight back now to avenge our shame?" A team member suddenly raised his hand and asked.

In an instant, the atmosphere at the scene fell silent.

"The weather is nice today."

"Yes, yes, it's suitable for hanging clothes."

"Speaking of which, are you hungry? I have some dried meat here."

"Oops, my ears suddenly got a little bad and I couldn't hear anything clearly."

"Next time, definitely next time."

For a moment, everyone was staring at the sky and the earth, talking nonsense with their eyes open, and some even whistled.

The honest man was left confused and blank.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. Let's go back now. We must report this incident and let the adults at the decision-making level make a judgment."

The orc captain waved his hand tiredly and gave the order.

Also didn't mention anything about calling back.

But this is not cowardice, he just happened to be injured and in a bad state.

"By the way, Captain, is that guy really a human?" Candide suddenly asked again.

"...I don't know, but it looks no different from the monkeys...humans I've seen before. The only difference is." The orc captain thought for a while and said.

"Maybe he's bald."

"Oh, I see. Can this race become so strong as long as they are bald?"

The honest man rubbed his hair with his fingers, his face thoughtful under the mask.

Starting from this day.

The orcs have a huge misunderstanding of the human race.

Even after thousands of years, the weak humans still can't figure out why the orcs subconsciously exploded their hair like that when they saw the bald spot between them.

"Well, bald humans are really scary."

The surrounding team members also nodded in agreement, but the orc captain suddenly let out a sigh, looked up in a certain direction, and twitched his nose.

"Two thousand three hundred meters away, two humans passed by on beasts."

"Holy shit! Do they have hair?"

The team members were instantly shocked. They all now had some psychological shadows about the human race, even though in their eyes before, humans were no different from beasts that couldn't resist.

But the impression left by that bald fist on them was too profound.

"I can smell the hair flakes in their hair, one male and one female, both have very thick hair."

"Huh, that's good... Captain, do we want to kill them easily?"

"...Ignore it, we are on our way."

The orc captain hesitated for a moment and then replied.

After all, he had just been spared by that man, and his companions had survived well. Now, he was somewhat unwilling to take the initiative against the human race.

After the team members looked at each other for a moment, they all nodded silently.

However, what they didn't know was that at this time, a city in the sky named Abant Heim was passing above their heads completely invisible.

"Ah, it's a big loss, meow. Everyone's strength has been exhausted this time, so we have to be honest for a while, meow."

Azriel, who is still in the state of a toddler, is suspended in an energy ball filled with recovery spells in the air, constantly drawing on the elf power stored in the space in the city to replenish her depleted body.

From a distance, it looks like a cross-legged loli trapped in a big glowing ball.

But it doesn't matter, because there are still a lot of "big balls" like this around.

And as Azrael started to complain, the little Flügels around who were concentrating on recovering their energy suddenly started chirping.

"Is that guy really a human? I chopped his head with a sickle and didn't even leave a trace."

"I cut off the neck. The head left by such a strong man must be a good collection, but the guy didn't even react."

"Me too. I kept bombarding him with large-scale spells from the sky, but he didn't even bother to pay attention to me. Later, when I hit him with the sky, the guy raised his head and looked at me. He was so angry."

"Yes, yes, he is really strong. I really want to chop off his head as a collection, but I can't."

"Are all humans so strong?"

"No, humans are all monkeys and scum."

"What about that guy?"

"He doesn't count, he, he, he's a bald human."

"Oh I got it."

The body was temporarily infantilized, and the mental state was also temporarily infantilized. Everyone was talking at the same time without knowing what they were saying, and it seemed noisy.

Little Azriel looked at her infant companions with a helpless expression, and secretly increased the output power of their sky city's hidden magic circle to a higher level.

This is the first time this magic circle has been used since the birth of the Flügel. In the past, they had just opened up the city in the sky and ran rampant in the sky above the planet, and no race had ever dared to provoke it.

Fortunately, when everyone was building Abant Heim, someone was interested and arranged this together, otherwise the current situation would be even more dangerous.

After adjusting the concealment circle, Azriel breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Jibril, who had been silent for some reason in the other "big ball" beside her.

"Little Jibril, are you okay? My sister was very worried about your cat before."

A slut-like expression suddenly appeared on her little face. Little Azriel hid her inner worries and began to smile and try to control the energy ball she was staying in and get closer to the opponent.

After Jibril raised her head and glanced at her, she finally spoke, but her answer was wrong.

"That guy doesn't have an Elf Corridor in his body."

"Eh?" Azriel was stunned for a moment by these words, and even stopped secretly controlling the approach of the energy ball. "How is it possible? On this planet, as long as it is a living creature, its body is more or less filled with There are elf corridors, even for humans who cannot use elf powers..."

"Could it come from other worlds? But just staying here requires a huge amount of energy every moment. Even the gods can hardly bear it, let alone such a strong guy. It's strange... .”

Azrael bit her fingernails, lost in thought.

Jibril, on the other hand, glanced at the bottom of the city in the sky without leaving a trace. The orcs who had sneaked in to attack them were there, all of them seriously injured.

As long as you control the spells deployed in this sky city and directly wash the ground with energy cannons, you can easily kill them and take revenge for the previous offense.

But Jibril remained indifferent.

Because in the Flügel's view, those guys were Saitama's prey just like them, and since Saitama let them both go at the same time, they had no right to take the initiative, let alone any so-called revenge.

Just ignore it.

So what Jibril was paying attention to now was not them at all, but two other humans not far away.

One of them, like Saitama, does not have a spirit corridor in his body.

"...Forget it, next time."