This incident still did not affect Ronan's determination to implement the plan. He checked the energy reserves one last time and determined that he could complete a one-way advance under high-intensity attack, so he controlled the combat machine to take big strides and attack in a straight line.
At this time, there was almost nothing black smoke under the ground, seeping and flowing along the gaps in the rocky soil. It was Morun sneaking underground.
With Ronan attracting attention, it effectively avoided the eyes and ears of most of the defenders and quickly approached the target area.
At this time, from the perspective of Electromagnetic Forward No. 1, a gray line was vaguely approaching ahead. It was a skirmish line composed of dozens of mutants similar to plague dogs. This is just a small force. There are already threats gathering behind this "skirmishing line", on both wings, and even behind Electronic Forward 1.
"The aberrations under the control of Vulcan ants are showing increasingly clear organization and sociality."
The conclusion of a certain review article flashed through his mind, echoing this phenomenon, but it did not leave any trace in Ronan's mind. He still controlled the Gauss rifle module to a single-shot state, not trying to block the aberration's assault momentum, but just killing them one by one in the most accurate and efficient way.
This feeling is quite familiar, like playing a more realistic Frost River Reality game. But what is different from the game is that every time he moves, the metal block in the head armor will always transmit a set of electrical signals, which is the translation of various judgment reactions of the seed imprint.
These signals not only gave the combat machine's computing system a judgment option, but also directly affected Ronan's mental level, giving him a highly optimized reference plan - as an extraordinary species, to be precise, he is the one who has How will Jin Tong, known as the Revenant Hunter, react to this ever-changing situation.
Hissing wind came in from the flank, and a long ocher-red snake that was almost the same color as the surrounding volcanic rocks jumped up from the ground with its upper body, clearly trying to wrap around the left arm module of No. 1 that spewed death projectiles. However, what greeted it was the light of the sword raised at a more cunning angle.
The long ocher snake was cut into two pieces, and the roaring light of lightning simultaneously wiped out all the vitality of it and the parasitic Vulcan ants in its body, which was a clean and tidy move.
At least 70% of the credit for this attack must be attributed to the stress response of the seed mark. Ronan was more like a guide. In a few days, the feedback from the Jintong Seed Mark was getting stronger and faster, and it also gave Ronan quite good guidance and benefits.
But this is not enough, far from it.
"Well, those people haven't had enough, have they?" No. 1 fired another shot, shattering a rock a few hundred meters away. In addition to the bursting stone flakes, there were also parts scattered all over the sky.
"That's enough!"
At the forward supply base of Spring City's western defense line, Meng Tu couldn't help but slap the table: "Both people and machines are absolutely lawless in the wilderness. Hurry up, the next set of backup equipment is activated."
As a senior officer of the Coastal Defense Force, Meng Tu was assigned to a foreign mission because of some troublesome things, so he came out to relax. It was originally a casual job similar to traveling, but now it seems that it was his unreliable boss who took the blame.
Full of impatience, he almost wanted to pull off the buckle, but the discipline of many years of military career made him hold back the urge, but his voice became louder: "This X-2 has not been found yet. What is the origin? The military department needs to investigate, and the SCA should not miss it."
The officer next to him, Major Guo, the commander of the forward supply base, was inevitably a little embarrassed. But the gap in military ranks, the difference between the city defense force and the field army, especially the distance between Burners and normal people, left him unable to say anything. He could only try to improve his sense of existence:
"This Petty Officer …”
Meng Tu shook his head: "It is not a simple electromagnetic weapon."
"Yes, its transformation is very extreme..."
"I mean it's not just an electromagnetic weapon. Have you ever seen an electromagnetic rifle that can blow up a freak of steel and iron with one blow?"
"Maybe special ammunition was used, if the density and weight of the ammunition exceed..."
"But there is no way to explain the violent burning in the second half. Speaking of Major Guo, the rate of change of equipment of the Dark Blue Walkers here in Spring City is not high."
"Uh, yes."
"Then I suggest that you find an opportunity to attend a short-term training course in the near future to gain a deeper understanding of the Deep Blue Walker's fighting style."
It sounds very harsh to say that Meng Tu is not Major Guo’s direct superior, but Major Guo has a good temper. At least he doesn’t show any anger on the surface, and he humbly asks for advice: “What Colonel Meng means is that this transformation is a bit dark blue. What do you mean by the traveler?"
"It's not a transformation, it's a technique. This 'enchantment' technique can infuse the special power of the fire of format into guns and ammunition - I like to use this trick, but it is difficult to do it alone. To do it with ease, you must be Only those who have very high attainments in the field of formatting can do this. Among the people I know, Major General Tian Bang is one, and the one from the He family..."
Meng Tu shook his head: "I'm going too far. What I mean is that this is not just a matter of ordnance transformation, but involves extraordinary power; not the fire of format, but the extraordinary power of electromagnetism. But this is obviously a robot. Robots! In today’s world, all kinds of monsters and monsters have appeared.”
Having said this, he turned around and asked the intelligence officer next to him: "I just asked you to find a match at SCA. Have you got any results?"
The intelligence officer handed over a soft screen with a newly pulled list on it. Meng Tu took it in his hand, glanced at it, and said, "Are you waiting for the Chinese New Year at SCA? This damn Jin Tong can also be ranked first."
Meng Tu looked at the list and couldn't figure out why, but because of Jin Tong, he thought of the guy who made people even worse. He became more and more irritated and banged the table again.
At this time, the adjutant came over and informed: "There will be a remote meeting at the headquarters in five minutes. You and two professors, Wu and Ding, need to attend. The meeting will be in the fourth conference room of the base."
"Meetings, meetings, all day long."
Meng Tu threw the soft screen on the table and stormed out the door. Inside the room, Major Guo shrugged and was about to relax when he saw Meng Tu turning back: "After the backup monitoring is activated, the relevant pictures will be synchronized with me immediately."
Major Guo stood at attention reflexively: "Understood."
Only then did Meng Tu leave, and it took him a minute to arrive at the fourth conference room. As soon as he sat down, without even having a drink of water to calm the fire, two gray-haired old men came together. He stood up again and greeted:
"Professor Wu, Professor Ding."
Professor Wu Zunliang, the 90-year-old man in charge, still has a glowing face. Nearly a month of tossing in the wilderness did not lower his voice. When he met Meng Tu, he immediately asked:
"The project team's sampling instrument went out of control. There was a combat machine at the scene of the incident. You sent it there? Can you guarantee that we will get the sampling results back today?"
Meng Tu had no choice but to explain: "The situation on the scene is being verified. In addition, the origin of the combat machine has not yet been determined..."
While talking, a signal came from Major Guo's side, synchronizing the images collected by the third surveillance equipment. Meng Tu thought for a while and simply set it to projection mode to inform the two old professors of the situation.
Before he could even say a few words, Wu Zunliang saw on the projection screen that the Sergeant X-2 robot was charging forward in a straight line, with an impact like chopping melons and vegetables. He couldn't help but slap the table: "Good guy! This is awesome, kill." So beautiful!”
Next to him, Professor Ding Zhiying, who was much more elegant and quiet, frowned: "This will cause new variables to the distorted ecology near the volcanic area, and the data being collected will be messed up again..."
Wu Zunliang sneered at this statement: "Aberrations are a mess. If you want to do static research, it is just a daydream. Speaking of Lao Ding, your thinking should have changed. In the past, the purpose of doing ecology was research and protection, but now, do you think Still want to live with these guys?"
"Fuck you, you're the one living together!"
"Hey, even if our old Pan has wrinkles on his face, he's cuter than these things."
"Did I record this and play it later for the Pan family girls to listen to?"
The two masters of ecology and biology were quarreling here, and Meng Tu could only sigh in his heart. Fortunately, the remote meeting started soon. Basically, it followed the established routine, first reporting the progress of all parties, and then asking questions and finding solutions.
Meng Tu did not turn off the projector and prepared to report the latest situation to the headquarters later.
However, it is still two old professors who play the leading role now.
Meetings were held every day, but the problems were not updated every day. Professor Wu Zunliang asked the contact person in turn: "What we have set up here in Spring City is just a grassroots team. Don't laugh, Lao Ding and I are both top-notch students. I'm not a fool, but now we don't have the basic experimental conditions... Don't talk about the mutant riots. I know that the wilderness laboratory here suffered heavy losses last year, but we can't do research at the supply base, right? Do you travel nearly a thousand kilometers back and forth every day just to play parkour in the wilderness?"
The contact person coughed: "Professor Wu, regarding the laboratory, I was about to report to you. We have found a good location with ready-made experimental sites and equipment. Before that, please allow me to introduce the project to you. Mr. Luo, the partner of the group.”
At this time, Professor Wu Zunliang noticed that there was an unfamiliar guy who was online but did not speak. This person's face is quite thin, with heavy muscle lines on his cheeks, making him look more serious and cold.
Unlike the liaison who is accustomed to speaking in official style, this Mr. Luo is not a person who is prone to lies. He goes straight to the point: "There is a wilderness laboratory under my company's name. It was closed down urgently during the riots last year. The inside and outside were isolated. The damage was not big. This laboratory is about 150 kilometers away from the target volcanic area, which is already a relatively advanced position. If Teacher Wu and Professor Ding..."
Wu Zunliang was a little strange. The name Mr. Luo called him was obviously different from the old Ding next to him. He was very straightforward and would ask questions: "Do you know me?"
Mr. Luo laughed when he heard the sound, and his originally stern and solemn face turned out to be quite gentle and approachable at this moment: "Teacher Wu, I am a graduate of the Department of Biological Sciences of Zhixing College in the 77th class. I once wanted to be your doctoral candidate, and Sister Qingwen visited you together and had dinner at your place."
"boom!"
Wu Zunliang slapped the table and was stunned: "I remember you were from the same orphanage as Qingwen, and later went to the wilderness with her... Huh?"
Before he finished speaking, the remote communication screen was shaking endlessly. There was only a thin line between them, and the conference room was shaking violently. The teacup on the table knocked over, and Meng Tuhuo stood up and supported the two old professors at the same time. , shouted through the communicator:
"Report the situation."
"Volcanic activity and earthquakes were detected..."
"Look over there!" Professor Ding pointed to the projection that has not disappeared. "The Vulcan Ants' defenders have shrunk significantly and are all retreating."
Wu Zunliang was the first to react: "In this case, there is probably something wrong with the nest."
