When Sean was held up by the collar by the chelate and hung in mid-air, he felt that everything was very absurd - how could chelates appear in the underground base?
This is not a wasteland, it is a habitable place, and it should be the safest and least likely place for chelates to appear within the most habitable place.
He worked hard to plan for himself a future full of flowers. At that time, the casualties of the mercury needles were just a number to him. He would take a quick look at the newspaper every morning and then forget about it all. , enjoy your own croissants and coffee in peace.
The crying in the distance has nothing to do with him, because he will completely escape the fate of being sacrificed, and like any ordinary person in a livable place, live an ordinary life with no worries about food and clothing in the safe rear...
"Don't cry, stand still." Chelate's voice was weak, and it supported Sean against the wall, "Look at me?"
The last string of reason in Sean's mind had broken. He obeyed the chelate's instructions obediently, but his eyes were completely blank.
The chelate frowned instead. It originally wanted to see the ugly appearance of the young man's dying struggle, which was a great pleasure to it. However, this young man seemed to be frightened and had no intention of resisting or surviving, like a broken toy.
"breathe."
Chelate raised his hand and motioned for Sean to inhale and exhale according to the rhythm of his arm.
The collapse brought about by death ebbs briefly with every breath, and Sean shudders, finally waking up from the paranoid delirium.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly saw the chelate in front of him. His whole body slid to the ground again, shaking uncontrollably.
Chelate breathed out lightly - no matter what, this man's expression is still much more lively now than before.
"What's your name, young man?"
"Seán... Seán Gringoire."
"Are there any relatives at home, Sean?" Chelate asked calmly, "Important friends? Teachers? I don't know... who usually takes care of you?"
Sean answered tremblingly, but the voice was too low, and Chelate bent down and put his ear to his mouth to hear it.
"Oh, your brother." Chelate showed a sad smile, "Okay, I understand... you can go."
Sean didn't understand, "Go...where?"
"You can go anywhere, get out of here, it's not safe here," Chelate glanced at the way he was coming, "I'm not the only Chelate who escaped today... If you want to save your life, leave quickly."
Sean was startled, looking at the chelate in front of him in disbelief, "Why, why you, you want..."
"Because like you, I also have a brother, Sean. But he died in the wasteland, and I will never see him again in this life."
The chelate looked at Sean with a hint of warmth in its tone. It even stretched out its chelate to push the hair on Sean's forehead.
"How I envy you, you have a brother who depends on each other for life. Don't delay, run away."
A glimmer of light gradually lit up in Sean's eyes. This sudden happiness made him a little dizzy. It took him a while to react.
He felt that his hands and feet were warming up, and the restraint time seemed to be coming to an end.
Sean supported the wall and stood up slowly. He staggered a few steps forward and looked back at the chelate behind him, his eyes still a little uncertain.
Chelate waved to him as if saying goodbye.
Sean took a deep breath - he felt that his restraint time was over, and for a moment, his survival instinct surged like lava again.
To live...
To live!
At the start of the race, Sean tried to enter bullet time again as if grasping a life-saving straw. He swung his arms and ran wildly, feeling the familiar strength returning to his body, like a little spark splashing in a place full of dry firewood.
However, the next moment, he saw his right hand flying in front of him.
The splattered blood dyed the nearby wall and ground red. Sean, who was still in the inertia, saw his left arm fly out before he felt any pain.
Under a burst of tearing pain, Sean lost his balance again and fell to the ground.
Not far away, his severed limb fell to the ground, bounced up, rolled several times, and stopped motionless.
In the fog of despair, Sean finally realized that he had once again fallen out of bullet time.
No chance...
Sean heard Chelate laughing wildly behind him, and also heard the other party's rapid approach - he finally became a piece of meat on the chopping board to be slaughtered, becoming one of the countless dead souls of Chelate's men.
"Help me...I don't want to...I don't want to die..."
His cry was like the prelude to a piece of music, and this strong desire for life was like a sudden storm, making the chelate suddenly fall into ecstasy——
"boom."
"Bang. Bang."
The sudden gunshot interrupted the chelate's attack. It dodged the first shot and blocked the next two shots with its hard claws.
Sean was once again stunned. His cry for help just now might have been a cry to some savior in the void, a misty miracle, or even just a meaningless inner confession at the last moment... He didn't really expect any of that. Specific objects can appear at this last moment.
He looked up blankly, and saw a vague figure standing in the distance. As the person continued to approach, Sean's expression froze on his face.
It's Hesta.
Holding a gun, Hesta walked through the smoke and entered the corridor of death again.
The figure of the chelate is reflected in Hesta's eyes. Under its dark blue prison clothes are several sharp scalpels. The power of these metal blades cannot be underestimated when the chelate is thrown vigorously - Xiao Well, that's an example.
However, if she had been able to dodge the attack of this chelate when she was at the safe haven...does it mean that it is possible for her to break through head-on?
"You're back again?" Chelate was also in disbelief. He looked at Sean on the ground, "Are you here to save him?"
Hesta did not answer, but whispered, "Get out of the way, I want to pass."
Chelate clasped its hands together, the heels of its palms touching each other, and clapped its hands quickly, "It's so touching... so touching."
When the two sides were confronting each other, Sean on the ground finally reacted. He shouted at Hesta: "Destroy... destroy its frontal lobe——"
Hesta gave him a confused look - what are you talking about?
Sean immediately translated again: "Hit it in the eye with a gun!"
At this moment, the chelate started its high-speed sprint. It jumped into the air and raised its left arm to block the upper half of its face. Only its right eye stared at Hesta's every move through the gap in the chelate.
Hesta held her breath.
Her guess was correct, and the scene that happened in front of the refuge was no accident: in her field of vision, the chelate seemed to have entered slow motion.
Hesta frowned and clenched her fists. Although the chelate after slowing down was still very fast, but——
I can keep up with this speed.
