Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 788 Knife
In this case, Akira Asano could not choose to retreat or change his moves like just now. Once he lost the power on the tip of the knife, it was the opponent's turn to stab through his body.

In tit-for-tat moves, whoever retreats first will lose.

But just when Asano Akira was about to stop keeping it and burst out all his power, the unshakable power coming from the tip of the knife suddenly disappeared!
Although I don't know why the other party chose to retreat, this is obviously a rare opportunity. Akira Asano had no reason to give up. He stabbed forward with the saber, and a "sword aura" that almost condensed into a solid burst out from the tip of the saber. "!"
But Asano Akira didn't feel the sense of breakthrough when the sharp blade pierced the flesh, and the mighty sword energy was completely emptied—the swordsman who was still confronting him in the last moment seemed to disappear out of thin air Same... Behind the thick fog, there is nothing.

Immediately afterwards, a stronger sense of crisis completely enveloped him—the back...no, not only the back, the left and right sides, but also the top of his head...a total of eight directions, with eight sharp killing intents towards Akira Asano hit.

The enemy... more than one! !

Akira Asano felt the hairs on his back stand on end. He, who was used to keeping silent, let out a low growl from his throat. He forcibly turned his body around, holding the knife in one hand and the sheath in the other, in the posture of "cutting against the ring" in the flow of the two knives. , swung to the sides.

He could feel the severe pain of tearing from the muscles of his arms, back and abdomen, but the movement of swinging the knife did not change in any way. At the very moment, he successfully blocked the sharp blades stabbing from eight directions. .

But at the moment Asano Akira completed this set of extreme defense, the ninth killing intent suddenly broke out from under his feet and went straight to the left rib!

The short-lived exhaustion and the gap between adjusting his breathing made it impossible for him to defend against the last killer move. He could only let the sharp blade penetrate from his ribs, penetrate his heart, and then come out from his throat. ...

"I lost……?"

"Is this... my end?"

"It seems that death is not so painful..."

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I don't know how long it took before Asano Akira woke up from the coma. His body twitched a few times, and he slowly regained consciousness... However, where the tentacles of his thoughts touched, it was completely bright red.The throat seemed to be strangled by something, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.The lungs and trachea are constantly burning, just like swallowing a mouthful of hot molten iron, and the burning sensation almost bursts out of the chest.

"I can still... feel the pain... I'm not dead? Cough cough cough!"

Akira Asano shuddered suddenly, his body that was lying flat on the ground suddenly curled up, coughing violently.

He turned over with some difficulty, supported the ground with his elbows and knees, and took a deep breath subconsciously.

The air smelled very sour, with a sour smell of the residue after the complete reaction of the oxygen generator, and the oxygen content in it was extremely low, which could not relieve the burning sensation of the respiratory tract at all.

Akira Asano regained his composure, and it was only at this time that he realized that the bright red "saw" by the tentacles of his mind before was actually a warning message on the screen inside the breathing mask, but when he woke up just now, his brain was still in a semi-downtime mode. In this state, you will feel that the whole world is full of blood.

"Warning: The oxygen generator is exhausted, please replace it in time."

"Warning: The remaining oxygen content is less than 15%, dangerous!"

"Warning: The remaining oxygen content is less than 5%, dangerous!"

"Warning: Less than 1% oxygen remaining..."

Asano Akira quickly took out a can of new oxygen generator from his backpack and put it on, and injected a quick-acting catalyst into the can. Only then did the bright red oxygen content number inside the mask start to rise. In just five seconds, it was already From red to yellow and then to green for "safety".

Akira Asano took several deep breaths, and the burning sensation in the respiratory tract finally got a little relief.

He couldn't help but feel a little lucky, if the time of waking up was a few more minutes at night, I'm afraid he would never be able to wake up.

It was only a little bit away from suffocation to death.

The state recovered slightly, and Asano Akira's originally extremely chaotic thinking due to coma and hypoxia gradually calmed down, and he soon realized something was wrong.

He clearly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he was pierced by a sharp knife in his left rib, which pierced his throat and heart at the same time. Logically speaking, he could not be alive...

But now, except for some burning sensations in the trachea and lungs, there is no pain in the throat, chest and ribs. He reached out to touch the protective clothing on the left rib, and found no damage. place.

Akira Asano sat cross-legged on the spot, lost in thought.

Could it be... everything just now was still an illusion?

But the sense of collision from the sword is so real, and the killing intent on those sharp blades... Even if I knew these things were illusions at that time, I would still choose to block them instead of letting them " False" swords run through the body.

This illusion is too real, so real that the boundary between illusion and reality has been blurred, even Akira Asano can't tell whether there is a real thing hidden among those "false" swords.

"Is this dense fog causing trouble?" Akira Asano stretched out his palm and gently moved it—through the thin and tough gloves, he could feel something flowing between them, which was as solid as liquid Being in the mist is more like being in a container filled with low-density liquid.

However, even if the foggy forest can create illusions to confuse people, the killing intent is real... Thinking about it now, the muscles all over his body will still tense involuntarily, and his fingers will curl up subconsciously. Just wanted to grab the handle.

Wait a minute... where's the knife?
He was startled, and hastily reached out to feel the ground around him, but he couldn't find anything.

If I just fell to the ground because of a hallucination, the sword should have fallen not far away from me... But apart from the soil, Asano Akira could only feel the tiny gravel and gravel embedded in the soil .

He could no longer feel his own knife... The connection with the tentacles of consciousness was broken.

Asano Akira has never felt so flustered... Even at the moment when he mistakenly thought that he was about to die just now, as long as he held the knife in his hand, his mood was calm.

But after losing the battle that had been with him all the time, it was difficult for him to calm down... He really wanted to expand the search area, but he was afraid of losing his way again.

If he stayed where he was, maybe the sword would fall only a few steps away from him, but once he took a step, maybe he would only go further and further away.

Then he might never be able to get his knife back.

Akira Asano's breathing became a little short, and the real-time heart rate displayed on the breathing mask rose from [-] beats per minute to [-] beats per minute, and there was a gradual increase.

"I have to find it... I have to find it..." Akira Asano said silently in his heart.

He is not like a swordsman who has lost a weapon, but more like a child who has lost a loved one.

In a trance, he seemed to feel that the concentration of the surrounding fog had dropped. In the dense fog where he could not see his fingers, there were faint rays of light coming through the gaps in the tree canopy. He could even use his thoughts to "see" as far as about Ten meters away, there was a tree stump with a smooth cross-section—it was cut out by him just now when he was confirming the direction.

Just like a blindfolded person whose blindfold was suddenly ripped off, the moment Asano Akira's tentacles of thoughts extended to the surroundings, he had already "recovered light".

"The visibility... has increased?" Akira Asano was full of doubts, "This should be the depths of the forest...but... the visibility is about the same as the area outside the red line..."

This change made him raise his vigilance, but the eagerness to find the knife made him not to observe the surrounding environment carefully at the first time, but to focus on the ground.

The tentacles of thoughts are like his sight, stroking the surrounding ground inch by inch.

The soil texture of this place is not too hard, and there are still a lot of footprints left on it-Asano Akira can recognize that these footprints belong to himself, and there are no footprints of a second person at the scene.As for the sword that broke through the ground, it was completely an illusion made out of imagination.

In other words, just now he had been fighting with "air" for a long time...

But he still didn't find his knife.

He remembered that when he fell down, he was holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand. Even if he finally let go of his hand, he shouldn't fall too far...

Akira Asano was standing as the center, within a radius of ten meters, but there was no trace of the Nino alloy sword.

"Could it be... that I threw the knife... but my memory went wrong?" Akira Asano helped his forehead, "No...it's impossible for me to throw the knife...especially in this place... By letting go, I would lose my connection to it, which is not something I would do."

"The only possibility is that when I was unconscious, someone... or something picked up my knife."

Akira Asano "glanced" at the only man-made object on the ground: the empty tank of oxygen generator that he replaced - according to his usual consumption rate, a bottle of standard oxygen generator should be able to last Six to eight hours or so.Just before falling into the hallucinatory battle, Akira Asano just changed a new bottle of oxygen generator, and the empty cans were all inserted into the net pocket on the side of the backpack.

Each bottle of oxygen generator has an independent number, and there is no confusion or misremembering. That is to say, changing the oxygen generator is a real thing that happens in reality, not an illusion.

Based on this calculation, his coma time should be at least six to eight hours.

But the problem is, the time on the watch has only passed less than half an hour...

He leaned over and picked up the empty oxygen generator tank on the ground, checked it carefully, and checked the entire breathing mask including the pump, air pressure valve and other components, and found no damage.So there is no possibility of "air leakage".

"What happened when I was in a coma? Why did the consumption of oxygen generator increase so much...wait..."

No, no, the time on the watch cannot be trusted!Asano Akira seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

When he was separated from Ke Lan and the others, in his memory, it took only a few seconds before and after, although he could feel the vague feeling of being "edited", but in the process of memory recall , It is impossible to find any obvious "BUG", even the time on the watch is telling him that only a few seconds have passed since he and Ke Lan and the others retreated into the thick fog.

But Akira Asano's knife told him that he cut off the safety rope on his own initiative and walked through the dense fog for nearly two hours alone.

Although Asano Akira couldn't explain why not only did his brain not remember these two hours, but even the watch seemed to stop moving during those two hours... But he still believed in his knife more than mechanical products like watches .

"Any information obtained from one's own sense organs cannot be believed..." Akira Asano finally realized the horror of this forest.

In fact, until now, apart from being bombed by the two warships that crashed many years ago in the glade, they have not encountered any substantial danger.But this does not mean that this forest is safe. Compared with the world full of illusions and illusions, making it difficult to distinguish between real and virtual worlds, Akira Asano would rather fight those terrifying monsters... At least, he doesn't have to He even doubted his own senses.

Just when Akira Asano was planning to plan the next action plan, the tentacles of consciousness extending straight ahead caught a humanoid creature walking through the thick fog—but strangely, everything around this humanoid creature, including Akira Asano can "see" clearly soil, stones, and tree stumps of misty habitats, but this humanoid creature can only "see" a rough outline and cannot capture any details.

It was as if he was surrounded by thick fog... no, it was as if he was made of thick fog.

But there was one thing Akira Asano could see clearly.

In the opponent's hand, he held the knife that belonged to him.

It's just that this sword can no longer resonate with Asano Akira's tentacles of consciousness.

It doesn't belong to him anymore.

An inexplicable anger suddenly rose from Asano Akira's heart, he slowly pulled out a spare wakizashi from his waist, and held it tightly in his hand...

[PS Open the QQ group and open the WeChat friends, tonight they are all showing affection, only I am forced to sit in front of the computer and type words alone... It is expected that there is a high probability that the subscription will plummet tonight...

Well, if it is possible, can you subscribe to the latest chapter during the break in love, Qiu Lijiao (humble)...

But I still want to wish everyone a happy Qixi Festival, lovers will finally get married, and singles will get out of singles as soon as possible (as for me? I just want to get rich). 】

【PPS Thanks to Wangchuanhe for the 100 starting coins. 】

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