Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I suggest turning off this huge spindle machine immediately, but Cui Di suggested that the Mandela in the machine be completely decomposed and then shut down. No one will use the console to operate the machine, so he is not sure whether something will go wrong, but instead let Mandela escape.

What she said makes sense, but I care more about Mandela's decomposition. It is not healing in the machine, how does it get in? Is this machine just a biodegradation instrument? If not, how will it work after Mandela's decomposition?

All these problems point to a center, that is, the decomposition of Mandela is not necessarily a good thing. In this weird situation, it is more like some kind of existence recognizes that Mandela ’s power is insufficient, and gives us another way. Add trouble.

Stop the machine while Mandela is decomposed and we can easily kill it and make it into gray stone. Even if this machine wants to use Mandela to do something, it will reduce its effectiveness.

I give you this explanation.

"Well, maybe you are right." Cui Di said: "You are the Mageweaver."

"I'm not going to be aimless."

"Achuan's mind is very good, he is a top student." Fu Jiang said proudly.

"I seldom see a student like this ..." Cui Di looked at me playfully.

I know what she wants to say, but I am me, so I can only smile.

We came to the console, continued to get rid of those levers, buttons and data, and finally decided to take luck. We brainstormed ideas, guessed the general functions of those institutions according to our own knowledge, and tried them one by one according to the plan.

Is like playing a tower demolishing punishment game. Each person draws a "brick" at a time. The closer a tower is to collapse, the more it looks like it is crumbling. At first, the chance of safety is great, but the results are not effective, and then the choice is gradually reduced. Every one is drawn as if walking on a steel wire string.

The only thing that can be observed at the control tower is the display screen that constantly generates unknown data. For this reason, Fu Jiang volunteered to monitor the motion at the perspective window behind the spindle.

Did not open the door where the spindle should exist a few times before. Fu Jiang yelled at places we couldn't see, excited like children who got new toys.

"The tentacles moved and rose from Mandela's body."

"Ah, it's plugged in again, what are you injecting"

"It is speeding up decomposition, what did you press?"

"Yes, that's it. Raise the tentacles, at least it won't break down."

In accordance with the predetermined order, this time it is the turn bar. Perhaps because the lever is more conspicuous than the button, it is always used to control large-scale reactions, so I hesitated for a while before pulling it. If it were n’t for the weird machine ’s impact on the appearance of the node, I might just close it and let Mandela stay in the cabin half-dead to take a bath.

But I got affirmation from Father and Tracy.

"Achuan, what are you hesitating?" Fu Jiang also urged.

I pulled the lever. For a while, the machine fell silent, and we couldn't help looking around. There was no feedback from Fujiang, instead, he was asking the words "not to pull down".

"The data stopped." Cui Di said suddenly.

And the priest also noticed at this time that the data flow slowly rose, there was no connection under it, and the screen started to clear.

"Fujiang, come back!" I have a bad hunch.

Slight but compact vibration.

"It seems ... there is something." Cui Di said doubtfully.

We accidentally found the source of the vibration, and the zenith is gradually opening a mouth similar to a ventilation duct.

Fujiang also sensed the atmosphere and ran over. While she was still halfway, the sound of friction sounded in the ventilation duct. In a blink of an eye, a strange white ball fell from there.

"Shooting! It's a dead soldier!" The priest's voice changed tone for the first time because of tension.

I took out my shotgun and shot at the ball. At a distance of more than fifty meters, two bullets hit the surface of the sphere with a clanging sound. No obvious scars were left, just flipped it over.

A striking three-wavy pattern appeared in the field of vision, with a line of text in the middle of the ripple, which was too far to see clearly.

The ball under attack stretches its limbs like a transformer, rotates its head and body, and becomes a four-legged foreign body in the blink of an eye.

Its milky white shell is very smooth, showing an inorganic luster. The limbs are all like hands, with only four fingers, long and flexible, and even capable of anti-joint movement. The humanoid body, connected to the head, is more like a spine than the neck, with layers of condyles exposed, and the foot is half the length of the body. The head is also similar to the human head, without any hair, and the facial features are like a mask with a strange smile.

Under the shining green light, like a clown holding hands with monsters on Halloween, has a kind of grotesque grim.

When it fell into the air, it was caught by the priest's invisible giant hand made of air, and he waved his limbs helplessly. It was thrown to the entrance of the ventilation duct in a short while.

Tui Di's gunshot sounded, and three rounds of bullets hit the strange head smoothly. The grotesque head leaned back under the recoil, but it only stopped there, failing to penetrate its shell.

I took advantage of this time to quickly reload the shotgun. Fu Jiang ran over, took out the axe behind him, and stared at the strange creature named Dead Corps with a wary face.

After the dead soldiers blocked the exit, the sound of collisions came from the ventilation ducts one after another. What was still falling inside hit the first dead soldier one after another.

I do n’t know whether it is the impact force or the weight accumulation, the priest's face began to pale.

Me and Tracy took the time to shoot. This time we tried to pour ammunition on the limbs and neck of the dead soldier. About ten rounds of bullets were used and finally broke one of its arms.

At this time, the force that lifted the dead body soldiers finally broke up, and more than a dozen white **** were discharged one after another, smashing on the first dead body soldier and bouncing off, the limbs of the first dead body soldier crushed at the bottom were broken ~ www.wuxiaspot. com ~ Face paralyzed with a smile. The smile was false, rigid and cold, making people prefer it to be expressionless.

The **** that landed successfully rolled apart, spreading and deforming like blossoming everywhere. Soon, there were fifteen dead soldiers who looked like identical twins and watched us.

The dead soldiers who landed on all fours like beasts didn't step forward, but just stretched their necks, crooked their heads like newborn babies, and seemed to be looking at us curiously.

"Their shells are too hard and the bullets are hard to deal with!" Said Cui Di, swallowing nervously.

"And our ammunition is not enough." I said.

"In close combat, there are too many." Fu Jiang also showed a nervous look, "Father, do you have a way? Do you know what that is."

"Is the dead body soldier the same dead body as the zombie and ghost dog?"

"It's a dead body, but dead soldiers are special. Although they also act in groups and have no wisdom, but the hard shell makes the general boundary weapons difficult to destroy, and the movement is very flexible. Although there are many kinds of origins, but I They have always been inclined to be artificial humanoid weapons like robots. "The priest's expression is very serious." Generally, it is difficult to see. They are usually set up for protection and eviction in fixed areas. Our luck is really bad. . "

"I think they caught Mandela."

I agree with Fu Jiang's inference.

"Why don't they attack?" Tracy asked.

"Probably ... in confirmation." The priest replied.

The dead soldier makes a mechanically synthesized sound, because we have never heard this language, so we cannot answer. After a long silence, the dead soldiers rushed at us.

Www.