16:23, that is, twenty minutes ago.
The Jiemen Sculpture Impression Hall in the Alien World has not been completely destroyed.
The two black flames in the eye holes swayed uneasily, and the pale light spots in them jumped up and down, as if they were disturbed.
Omo, who looked like a demon, was still holding on to Skadi, who seemed to be possessed by a nightmare and was half asleep, while Mostema on the side was looking up at the battlefield that had not yet moved above, and the Sirius symbol was looking at him. The devil's figure, before commenting, was attracted by several strong blasts of air.
"I suggest getting out of here first," Mostima said.
She waved her black staff, and in the fleeting sound of the pointer, there was a colorless but tangible impact, and then everything disappeared, causing Sirius, who had planned to punch each other, to realize belatedly - here Probably no chance to perform on his own.
As a horse racing girl who has achieved great success in the self-defense technique of "Safa Dou" in the Falou District, she was a little eager to try it when encountering such a commotion.
It's like being back in action with the Sunday Commissioner again, able to squander his power more freely.
There is no doubt that she is a racing girl with a fighting spirit. Compared with the horse's "escape" method when faced with threats, her soul is obviously clamoring to raise its hooves and stamp down.
But if you want her to participate in the battlefield outside, then she obviously doesn't overestimate her abilities.
It's not like she hasn't been beaten by monsters before.
A few days ago, I fought with a few other college classmates against a negative energy monster. I couldn't win and had to let Sunday Serenity come back to fish for people. It was humiliating.
And in front of him are the mechanical weapons Jinguqiao and Galatron that are more powerful, more dangerous, and more murderous than the negative energy monster——
——Even if Omo hasn’t explained the origin of the two monsters to her yet;
——Even if the cold machinery is far less convenient for judgment than living things;
Just looking at the momentum of the war that has already begun, the Sirius symbol will feel that he should be an honest spectator.
At least now she doesn't even have a stick to use, not to mention she doesn't have a victory uniform.
For horse racing girls, winning and losing uniforms with excellent workmanship, high-end materials, and various small functional guarantees can also be used as combat wear - of course, racing girls who really work in this industry will probably undergo some enhanced modifications.
Of course, a victory suit that has been strengthened and modified into a battle suit will most likely be prohibited from being used in competitions due to certain functions.
And Sirius symbolizes... Although she hasn't graduated yet and still has to run competitions, she is not short of money.
If several sets of winning and losing servers can be made, modifying one of them will not hinder the game.
But I didn’t bring it today either.
Who knew a dangerous man could turn into a dangerous monster! Sirius Symbol looked at the monster above the hole that was no longer visible in a somewhat speechless manner, then turned to look at the new trainer aside, and heard the other person say: "Leave immediately! I will escort you two to a safe distance first."
Sirius Symbol was a little confused when he heard this. He raised his hand and pointed at the girl with silver hair and red eyes whom he was still supporting with one hand and asked: "Where is she?"
"Do you want me to help you?" Mostima also felt that it was more important to let Linton free his hands first.
"I don't recommend that you touch her," the devil said in a deep voice, his eyes that could not easily discern emotions were still beating unsteadily, "Mastima, do you know her condition? It seems like there is something in her body. what."
When asking, he was not idle. He raised his hand holding the briefcase and gestured to the front, and then stepped forward, with a long black and white tail full of moon patterns trailing behind him, alert that someone would attack the two of them. danger.
There are no real enemies, they are all the consequences of the fighting outside.
This building has been crumbling all the time, and it is conceivable that a little counter-wave or a deflection when the power is exerted will level the building, so Mostema's transfer suggestion was almost immediately accepted by Omer. Even though his vision was not stable yet.
"In her body...?" Mostima was startled when he heard this question, and then became alert, "Are you having a lot of hallucinations before your eyes?!"
"There are quite a few, all kinds of strange-looking seafood, as well as the fishy underwater environment. This lady is more interesting than I expected." The black flames in his eyes were still swaying, and although the pale light spots were no longer beating fast, they were It was still going on, which was a sign that Omer was rapidly changing his perspective.
As he said, he began to experience hallucinations and dull pain shortly after coming into contact with the other party, followed by a clearer fishy sea breeze. He had already witnessed countless twisted sea fish and the sea and sky surrounded by terrifying beasts, and he The red-clothed 'Scadi' in front of him was looking at him and stretched out his hand.
The whale songs around her conveyed her invitation.
Omer knew why she could make the monster card vibrate more violently. The giant beasts surrounding her had a very similar temperament to King Airei.
"That's a direct attack on the nerves. Stop touching her now!" Mostima's voice rang in her ears, and her hand was climbing towards his arm.
But he couldn't shake the ferocious scaly hand.
"It doesn't matter, the damage was only at the beginning, now it's just a pure illusion." The devil shook his head, but he did let go of his hand, and then turned to what Mostima was very familiar with - pick up at the waist, pinch under the armpits.
It's like holding a surfboard, or a pillow is more appropriate.
"Get ready to speed up. Leave as soon as possible so that I can give the monster report to the doctor."
He said this and quickened his pace.
Those hallucinations only achieved the effect of killing them at first sight, which shocked Omer, especially a few of the fish, which were so ugly that he was repulsed, and after that——
——When the monster's power surged in to fight against the nerve damage, Omer began to try to distinguish reality from hallucination. The sound of Mastima's voice and the obvious shaking of the earth clearly helped.
He is no stranger to the power of the spirit.
He ignored the invitation and the message.
Reality regained its weight, and the space between Hai and Tian was squeezed inch by inch.
When he walked in a straight line and blasted the wall blocking the way with magic, leading the two of them completely out of the building and able to see the two monsters in full view, only Isamara was left standing on the back of the incomplete sea beast, still maintaining the direction of the direction. The gesture of reaching out oneself.
Homare remained indifferent and did not make any sign of the other person's outstretched hand.
It wasn't because he was unfamiliar. The fact that he knew the other person's name was Isamara proved that the large group had told him a lot.
The other world is indeed full of possibilities. It is constantly evolving and developing rapidly, and even the information transmission method is highly evolved. Even in this world, a group of people can occupy a place - Omo was quite excited at that time.
But after they said everything about themselves as "qualified ones", Omo also lost interest in them.
It's time to get in touch with other possibilities - he didn't intend to give up the forest for a tree, so he thought, concentrating his energy with simple skills to reject the door of contact.
Only then could we safely hand over Skati to Mostema.
He welded the door to Isamara's recovery. Although it was only temporary, it was enough.
After all, Isamara was suddenly awakened and became more and more agitated because of the stimulation of the two monsters.
Dealing with those two monsters can calm her down. She was originally suppressed by the original owner of the consciousness, Skadi.
However, the two mechanical creations are not actually monsters. They can also emit strong mental fluctuations that stimulate the sleeping Isamara...
Omer turned his head to look at the confrontation between Jin Guqiao and Galatron, the Chalk Beast and the Dragon of Ink Smoke, and chatted with Dr. Na Luosha about the abilities and characteristics of the two robots.
Although he recalled the information about the two robots, he didn't feel that they were really robots.
Looking at it from a distance, he felt that there was some difference in strength, or in other words - although the Golden Ancient Bridge and Galatron did suppress the giant beast summoned by Nian Hexi, the oppressive force was far less than what he had imagined.
Taking into account his mental fluctuations and the Jinguqiao card he had seen earlier, a certain conclusion is almost obvious.
"It looks really terrible. Sure enough, I have to go back to help." It was also at this time that Mostima passed Skadi to the Sirius symbol with a question mark. "I contacted a white-haired and masked guy. , he will come to you to pick up the girl later."
After saying that, she turned to look at Omer who took out an exquisite tiger claw thorn from his briefcase: "Captain, are you going back too?"
"I'm going to the exhibition hall." Omo, who briefly switched back to his human body to give his own magic a breath, pressed the summon button of the Beta Magic Blade, and pointed at the huge octahedral high-rise building with half of it left, "Try Let’s see if we can dig out a missing team member from the rubble.”
"I thought you really didn't care about her."
"Looking back, I originally planned to help Texas and Angel. Maybe I should have at least made sure that you and her were safe."
"I see, then do you want me to accelerate you?" Mostema raised two staffs.
Slowing down time in thinking and body perception is also equivalent to accelerating reality.
"Wait, wait a few minutes, I will also finish telling the doctor about Jin Guqiao's information."
"Eh? Do you still have to wait?" Because it was Omer who said this, Mostema wasn't too angry for the time being, but just felt a little incomprehensible.
"It won't be slower than when you run back, just wait three minutes!"
Omo said, pressing the earpiece to continue talking to the doctor, while Mostema looked into the distance, watching the ongoing duel.
Omo glanced at Omo from time to time, until exactly three minutes later, Omo suddenly turned to look behind her, and she followed his gaze and saw the black and white flames intertwined together, which was far better than before. A heavy-duty motorcycle that looks more like "Sarkaz".
"Here we come! Let's go!"
Mostima, who was still watching the motorcycle rushing towards here, looked at the words and was directly grabbed by the wrist. Seeing him taking a few steps, he transformed into a demon again and ran towards the stadium. When the motorcycle rushed over, Then he shouted to himself: "Speed up!"
"..." The somewhat helpless Mostima struck at each other with his two staffs without any delay.
During that slowing down time, he was able to get on the motorcycle more smoothly and steadily - there was no unexpected strong wind, after all, the back of the demon in front was wide enough.
Just when she thought this, she heard the other party say again: "You should speed up again and prepare to get off!"
"..." Silent for the second time, Mostima turned his head and glanced at the scene on the right before quickly retreating, and then he understood that he was indeed going to get off the car at the current speed.
But I really didn’t expect that this guy wouldn’t even slow down or brake.
"Okay, see you later," Mastema asked, who had paid attention to his 'solo' communication before. "Will you take action later? I heard you talk about the danger of the white dragon."
Omo smiled casually: "Haha, I won't go!"
"..."
In a book in which the Doctor is not the protagonist, should the Doctor of Rhodes Island have a name? Old friends who have read the previous book all know the answer to this question: the name of Doctor Uemoto Funyu is taken from the early drawings of Umineko 'Dr. Stefano'.
This is what the author thinks: there must be a name so that it is easy to call him, but it is definitely not possible to just find a name. There must be a source. Fortunately, Zhouyou's doctorate name is not only related to Haimao's past works, but also to clue 2 - the game. In Clue 2 of Penguin Logistics, a Leeuwenhoek player has confirmed the above characters, and there is one above (see the Easter egg chapter for details)
The offices on the first floor are mostly filled with PhDs from a certain department, but they are promoted here!
As for the problem that this name can easily be transferred to a certain uncompromising person in DC next door...that's not a problem!
That’s how the doctor’s name for this book was decided.
(End of chapter)
