Steel steam and flame

"I don't know how much solid red mercury I absorbed before coming here. The power of the scale explosion is not as powerful as a real solid red mercury bomb, but it has the characteristics of a red mercury bomb. Even the monsters on the successor list can become a huge threat. . As expected of the monsters of the Nature Association, there is indeed a huge gap in strength compared to the elites and top figures we have encountered in the past. The direction, application and development of each person's expertise are enough to be written into textbooks."

You can continue to strengthen the bioelectric induction field, but Cassia did not choose to do so. He has seen real solid red mercury bombs many times, how powerful they are, how to defend against them, etc. His experience is extremely rich. Except for the red mercury bomb, compared to Kebro and others, he also knew that his own experience would definitely be an incomparable advantage.

At least in terms of combat, Cassia, who has always been in the center of the whirlpool, has seen various scenarios, but there is already a gap in understanding between Bro and others. When cognition is transformed into information, the unknown caused by the information gap is enough to turn into danger.

Roughly calculating the power of the explosion of a dozen scales and negotiating the superposition, at this moment, Cassia used extremely rapid and precise control to reduce the intensity of the bioelectric induction field around her, and it became as if she didn't know how to deal with the current situation for a short time. , can only temporarily protect one's own vital points, strengthening the force field strength of the chest, heart, neck and entire head.

The next moment, dozens of dark red scales bloomed with bright red flames and gunpowder smoke that are almost unique to red mercury bombs. There was no obvious sound, but ultra-high-frequency sound waves swept through with blazing heat, clearing the clouds above their heads. A dozen small dark red mushroom clouds rose up, and then mixed together, with bright red flames fueled by dust, billowing up into the sky, completely dyeing it red.

Large pieces of rubble sputtered like bullets, and red smoke swept a radius of nearly two hundred meters with unextinguished flames before it had the momentum to dissipate. The center of the explosion was already blazing white. The road and soil evaporated the surface layer and turned into a glass shape. Outside the central circle with a diameter of several meters, the molten material formed a ring and poured toward the inner circle.

"Serbol?" Moshetels called him by his first name, and Vaspia immediately asked in confusion, "Is this necessary? Why didn't you tell us in advance that there was such a thing? If we get closer, we will all be affected. .Also, there is only one Experimental Subject No. 1, what to do next, I think he is almost gone!"

Kebulo, who had distanced himself a hundred meters away, reminded him in time: "Don't forget that he can enter the fourth stage at any time. It will only cause damage to it, but it is still a little bit fatal. Concentrate, the explosion will have a negative effect on the perception." Interference, if he is still alive, he will definitely use these dark red smoke."

"Vaspia and Serbor, we have to rely on your perception. It will take about fifteen seconds and two minutes to disperse to the point where it does not affect perception and sight at all."

The three of them received no response at all. With the help of the dispersing smoke, Serbol can hide better. Surrendering yourself in the turbulent airflow without causing any impact is something you can do with just a little concentration. He was at the junction of thick and light smoke, still more than two hundred meters away from the center.

The spreading sensations are like filaments floating with the smoke, and they will immediately send out warnings as soon as they are touched. The clothes on the back were completely torn apart, and the oval-shaped scales on it stood up, changing in real time with the light and shadow in the smoke. Each of the erected scales is firmly locked by the twisted muscles, waiting for the bullet to hit the bottom shell, ready to be fired at any time.

Its eyes are also completely protruding, and only half of the lizard-like eyes are still embedded in the eye sockets that have moved a lot to both sides of the head. The pupil in the eye multiplies and separates into three pupils, which are interlaced with each other and move hemispherically 180 degrees without interference or influence.

Sebol was like a lizard, moving slowly on all fours, as if the flowing smoke could even penetrate him.

"Ten seconds, eleven seconds, twelve seconds," he calculated the time accurately. The interference of the imitation red mercury bomb scales gradually disappeared, and he was about to reach the critical point.

"Thirteen seconds,,,fourteen seconds,,,fifteen seconds,,," By fifteen seconds, the interference has been very weak, and the perception covering the surrounding area can function normally, performing various tasks such as reconnaissance.

"Sixteen seconds!" Time has passed as expected, but in the perception of the four people, there is no longer Cassia in the center of the explosion, the range covered by the smoke, or outside the smoke. I couldn't feel anything anymore, as if Cassia had indeed disappeared into the explosion sixteen seconds ago.

Kebulo sent a signal, and he and Moses immediately approached the river bank where the suitcase landed. Vaspia closed his eyes, and the needle-like hair on his head was undulating invisibly at this moment, and the surrounding smoke was blown away, cutting off a vacuum.

The stimulated perception spreads and covers, one layer after another, like invisible ripples, superimposed layer by layer within a circular range within a radius of two kilometers. He himself also quickly compared the changes after each superimposed perception one by one, and gradually looked for any abnormal traces.

Serbol, who received the signal simultaneously, instantly launched more than thirty oval-shaped scales, evenly scattered around. Then the remaining scales closed and clung to itself, and the faint dark red color disappeared and was replaced by gray-black. Only a few dozen limited pieces in various parts of the body are left, which still retain the properties of solid red mercury bombs.

The muscles of the limbs that landed on the ground were swollen and cracked, and several blood vessels seemed to be exposed and tangled on them. There was no burst of power, and after completing these actions almost in the blink of an eye, he remained close to true stillness, like a statue, with his heartbeat, breathing, blood flow, and activity of organ tissues all stopped. Together with the huge power stored in the muscles, they also fell into stasis.

The pair of eyes with three pupils each also stopped moving, but before stopping, the six pupils had moved to the observation position, monitoring all movements within 360 degrees of the surrounding body.

At the same time, Vaspia continued to superimpose the released perception. The number of floors quickly reached the tenth floor, and the strange feeling finally appeared, but it was also accompanied by mental fatigue and the intuition of danger that came three times in a short period of time.

The layers continued to stack up, and the strange feeling became clearer and clearer, but Vaspia became increasingly unable to suppress the pressure and bad omens. It could no longer be transformed into excitement. When the number of stacks reached thirteen, it had completely exceeded his own pressure threshold.

On the fourteenth floor..., Vaspia felt something was abnormal in a small place. Immediately, the fifteenth floor fell naturally, covering the fourteenth floor in front.

"Why is this happening?" A voice in his head asked Vaspia himself, and in his perception, he was finally able to perceive a figure, standing next to Serbol, who was more clearly visible after the tenth layer of perception was superimposed.

At this moment, the figure was holding a loaded large-caliber revolver in one hand and a dagger half-raised in the other.

The revolver and cannon were not aimed at anyone, and the dagger had no tendency to hit anyone. But the figure clearly turned his head slightly, as if waiting for this moment to come - in the direction that head looked, he was the only one standing still.

"Ser! Bo! Er!" The questioning voice in his head disappeared, and the scales on Vaspia's body turned black. When he used all his strength to move to the side, the explosive roar vibrated, directly sending a large amount of smoke around his throat. Isolate.