Ascension journey - 652. Chapter 647 Thunder Jellyfish

The silver-haired man strolled in the courtyard among the roar of monsters and splashes of blood. The slender silver light that ordinary people could not see kept shining around him, and all kinds of ferocious creatures pounced one after another, like a broken wire. She collapsed like a puppet and lost her voice…

An unusually reliable perpetual war machine charged forward and made a huge movement that attracted the attention of the insects. Polunaev, who was moving in the other direction, walked a lot easier.

Ordinary bugs can’t stop the silver chariot at all, and they can’t even delay for a moment. Although Polunaev’s sheer destructive power is far inferior to Higashikata Jousuke who is armed to his teeth, the bugs he faces are only Ordinary mutant creatures.

Since there is no soul dominance of the ultimate life, these insects have the vital vitals of normal life in biological structure, and they do not have the ability to observe and fight against substitutes-no matter how thick and strong armor, they cannot resist the illusion. Substitute the real injury that ignores all material obstacles and reaches the vital points in the body.

Compared to the ferocious giant monsters and the swift and secretive high-speed hunters, Polunaev thinks that those mosquito-like large numbers of tiny poisonous insects are more troublesome-fortunately, the swarm cannot be like Cheng Bin, who has a special soul. Create a cell-level weapon with a certain independent mobility.

The lightweight multifunctional protective clothing works well against small insects with weak power. Coupled with the tight coverage and protection of the silver chariot, Polunaev can keep it drip-proof in a short time.

Following his inexplicable intuition, he is not impatient-although he does not know the exact location of the enemy, he knows that the person’s goal is himself, and…time is extremely precious to everyone, and the opponent will only be better than him. More urgent.

Stopped in an open area in the base, Polunaev murmured with his eyes drifting, raised his hand and rubbed his beating temples-huge fragments of information, like waves overflowing a dam, bursts of waves. Rolling past in his soul.

This made his heart rate soar, and his brain was a little dizzy…and excited.

This phenomenon has been faintly happening since the experiment of awakening the Silver Chariot·Soul Song, but the information flow during this period of time has increased significantly in intensity.

Polunaev knew something vaguely from the information fragments, just like when he knew the avatar’s ability and name, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that the truth was always shrouded in hazy fog.

A kind of intuition that is obviously abrupt and unnatural, but trustworthy, drove him to make choices and actions constantly——

It is a subtle feeling that is difficult to describe…like the urgency of looking at all the logic of my words and actions from a third perspective when I was growing up and reminiscing about the dark history of my childhood. Although I understand it, I want to replace it.

Standing still in the small square where many military vehicles were parked, Polunaev turned his head and looked around attentively. He hadn’t seen any bugs for a while, and he was silent in this strange silence. After a while, he raised his head and said, “Don’t hide, come out and face me! Diablo!”

After a brief silence, a man’s voice suddenly sounded behind Polunaev: “Come out to face you? Ha… Don’t think too much, ants…”

The red-haired man with his topless body showing angular muscles and his hands in his trouser pockets walked out from behind an armed off-road vehicle. He looked up and down at Polunaev who turned sharply, and sighed in a quiet tone: “I want It’s not the defeated player of Polunarew, and it’s not just Diablo that you have to face…”

In front of Polunarew, who was wearing silver armor, the Scarlet King with a miniature face on his forehead slowly emerged from the air, and he showed a weird smile on the other side, who was wary…

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In less than half an hour, what happened around the research base was dazzling. When the white windbreaker was like a flying wing, Jotaro Sorajo tore the sky and climbed over the mountains to the high altitude near the base. The scene made him so anxious that he couldn’t help but slow down subconsciously–

From a high altitude, the research base covering a vast area is like an ant nest at the moment, dense black spots rushing out of the entrances and exits, spreading to all sides of the base in a messy detail but an unusually harmonious and smooth way as a whole, “ant colony” “The outermost periphery has already started an exchange of fire with some of the garrison strongholds far away.

But what attracted Jotaro’s eyes most was not the battle between humans and insects on the ground, but the extremely unusual, thick swirling thundercloud in the area directly above the base where various helicopters, fighters, and bombers were hiding.

A huge amount of electric charge flows around along with the rotation of the clouds, and countless tentacles that emit faint fluorescence and can only be seen through the twist of the air, appear to be slow but quickly hang down from the eyes of the vortex above.

The creepy huge energy flows between the clouds and the tentacles. The closer the hanging tentacles are to the ground, the more terrifying the light and energy inside.

When the height between the tip of the tentacles and the ground breaks through a limit, the blazing electric light crashes down along the tentacles, and completely burns the tentacles in the magnificent thunder that resounds through the world. At the same time, with the touch of the tip of the tentacles before they burn down, they pull on the ground. There was a death mark mixed with crimson and pitch black.

Every tentacled from the cloud umbrella is accompanied by a terrifying thunder, as if there is a super-giant thunder jelly composed of clouds and electric light, slowly descending in height, touching and exploring the vast land with its own tentacles .

The swarms of insects emerging from the research base were almost completely covered under the broad canopy of the thunder jellyfish. Numerous hideous biological weapons fell into the sweeping thunder without resistance, and no creatures could escape the canopy alive. The densest thunder tentacles on the edge.

The dense swarms of insects, flying from the sky to burrowing underground, are disappearing from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only near the research base with deep lightning protection measures can the insects gather together without being caught by the thunderous tentacles. “Stroke”.

The precise senses of the Platinum Star made Jotaro clearly see the process of those insects being killed by lightning, and his instinct almost made him feel that he smelled the smell of charred and carbonized protein.

Such a tragic and hellish scene made him think of some items on paper in the research base-weather control devices and the like.

But Cheng Taro knew very well in his heart that manipulating thunderclouds to release lightning to perform precise strikes is definitely not something that humans’ current level of technology can do. The familiar breath that permeates the clouds and thunder and originates from the soul level makes him the first For a moment, I understood who the maker of this scene was.

——Ultimately the ripple consciousness of life, using special biological tissues and electromagnetic energy as the carrier, to let go for wide-area influence, can this kind of thing be achieved…Although the special nature of his soul is used to move the natural world The huge energy that exists is not impossible, but what is needed in this process is not just incredible control and calculation power…

After seeing the situation clearly, Jotaro cautiously began to descend. The platinum star fingers that covered him all the time were blurred for a moment, but he raised his hand at a speed that ordinary people could not see with the naked eye and flicked the jade at the collar of Jotaro’s windbreaker. The texture of the bloody ring.

After a delay of two or three seconds, Cheng Bin’s voice was transmitted to Chengta Lang’s ears with a high-frequency vibration that was almost screaming. The “intonation” was a little restless and ups and downs: “What’s the matter? I’m busy.”