Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 405 Complete restraint
"Sure enough, this guy has abilities similar to mine." Marshall said solemnly. From the residual consciousness attached to those black spikes, it can be known that the body of the puppet individual definitely has a strength far beyond the "perfect individual"— —The so-called "perfect individual" is only for human beings, and experimental subjects like Marshall already exist like a ceiling... But for the creations of the Alpha civilization, the upper limit is far more than that.

"Long-distance attacks are ineffective against it...at least the weapons in our hands are like this." Marshall said to Ke Lan, "It can only be used in close combat. My ability is effective at 15 meters. I need you and that little girl Help me contain this ugly thing."

"If you get close to it, you will die." The person who spoke was Zelo, and from the moment she entered the bridge, her eyes never moved away from the puppet.

"Are you so sure? You have to try it?" Marshall grinned, "If I read correctly, the interception range of the grenade is five meters, and that is before its absolute control area covers me. , I can attack it."

"No, it's not five meters, it's 50 meters." Zelo finally turned his head and glanced at Marshall, "You only need to go 11 meters further, and you will become the same as that grenade."

"50 meters? How do you know?" Marshall was startled, and took a step back subconsciously.

Ze Luo didn't answer his question, but just walked behind Ke Lan and Marshall, and put his palms on their backs.

At this moment, Ke Lan and Marshall's field of vision had a huge change in an instant, and the empty ship inside the entire bridge turned into pure white, only the puppets in the distance were black, like a large group in the sky. It's like ink smudged on white paper.

Countless black tentacles stretched out from its body, covering every corner within 50 meters, like ink stains spreading along paper fibers—these things are invisible to the naked eye. If Ke Lan and Marshall rashly broke into the territory of these black tentacles, they would be captured by them in an instant.

"It turned out to be a trap." Marshall frowned, the fingers of his right hand trembled a few times, and a conical drill was condensed ten meters in front of him. Push forward slowly.

He originally wanted to condense the drill at an extreme distance, but he found that the unrealized mind power dissipated directly after entering that area—the "suppressive force" he felt on Ze Luo not long ago. ", it actually appeared again on this puppet individual.

11 meters directly in front is the domain of the individual puppet, and Marshall's attack range is 15 meters, and there is a space of four meters between the two. It's a trick, but it can still be done.

As soon as the tapered drill bit entered the range of 50 meters, those black tentacles rushed up immediately, and they whipped over like a whip. At this moment, Marshall had a thought, and immediately made the invisible drill bit spin at a high speed .

The black tentacles that came into contact with the drill bit were smashed to pieces in an instant, and this scene made Marshall's frowning slightly relaxed-these tentacles were not as strong as he imagined, at least as far as the degree of cohesion of the mind was concerned. His drill was far off.

"It's not very strong... These tentacles... If I materialize my mind and protect my whole body, I should be able to pass through this middle zone." Marshall said to himself.

"These tentacles are not for attacking." However, Ze Luo's words poured over his head like a basin of cold water, "These tentacles are just a means of detection for it."

"Then what about its attack method?" As soon as Marshall finished speaking, a piercing scream rang out in the depths of his mind, his whole body trembled, and the incomparably condensed thought power drill collapsed in an instant.

"Fuck! My head looks like it's going to explode!" Marshall immediately covered his head and squatted down, "I...I have to find something to plug my ears."

"It's useless to plug your ears." Ke Lan, who had been observing the individual puppet, shook his head, "You also covered your ears just now, but did the wailing of those undead weaken a bit?"

"..."

"These sounds are not heard with the ears, but directly invade the depths of your mind. All you can do is get used to them."

"But the scream just now was too... too fucking sharp, as if an awl had pierced my brain..." Marshall seemed to feel something sticky and hot as he spoke. It flowed down the sides of the person, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and there was a large scarlet mark on the back of his hand.

"This... this doesn't seem to be a purely mental attack." Marshall raised his eyes and glanced at Ke Lan, "Why don't you have a nosebleed?"

"This is a pure mental attack." Ke Lan took a deep breath and said to him, "Didn't you say that without the protection of mind power, your brain would have exploded long ago?"

"Uh... hiss—" Marshall was taken aback for a moment, and then took a sharp breath.

The scream that sounded in the depths of his mind just now not only destroyed his mind power drill, but even caused a crack in his self-defense, and it was precisely because of this that blood overflowed from his nasal cavity.

This trauma was not caused by the individual puppet, but by his own mind power.

That scream was equivalent to ripping off the bandage he used to cover the wound.

"Then this ugly thing seems to have completely restrained me..." Marshall gritted his teeth and shook his head, "Don't talk about rushing over to fight it, if there are more screams like this , I'm afraid my head is really going to explode."

Hearing what Marshall said, Ke Lan couldn't help but see the death method of the substitute of the leader of the heretical sect... His head exploded from the inside out. Just imagining that scene is enough to scare people.

"Why don't you go back to the hangar first, and leave it to me and Ze Luo." Ke Lan said.

He was a little puzzled, why the individual puppet has not launched an active attack, even the scream just now was based on passive defense - what is it waiting for?Or... What are the limitations of its attack methods?
"Are you kidding? I've already come here, so I won't go back." Marshall wiped off the nosebleed in two or three strokes, "Wouldn't it be a joke for that little guy, Akira Asano, if we go back?"

"He won't laugh at you, and neither will we." Ke Lan said.

"Don't talk about it, I don't have a few days to live anyway. Instead of waiting to die, it's better to have a good fight." Marshall raised his head and suddenly laughed, "When I escaped from the ark At that time, I thought the end of my life was to die in the wilderness; later, I thought the end was to be in the cocoon of those suffocating people; and later, I thought I would end my last life in that stinking space station. The journey... But now it seems that this is my real end."

"This passage of yours can be compiled into a poem, and the name is "The End." Under this atmosphere, Ke Lan suddenly told a cold joke that made no sense.

"That's okay, please help me publish it after you return to the ark." Marshall smiled, "By the way, if I really die here, if there is still a corpse left, don't bring it back to the ground or the space station. , just throw it into space.”

After speaking, Marshall took a step forward and pulled the trigger.

Bullets poured out from the muzzle of the gun, but none of them could enter within five meters of the puppet body, but Marshall didn't seem to care at all, pulled out the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. new.

He was still walking forward, and at this moment, he was less than three meters away from the area covered with black tentacles.

(End of this chapter)