Mr. Song's current condition is indeed not very good.
When Cui Da teleported here before, you could still hear his moans of "ouch, ouch, ouch". But I don't know when, he has stopped saying anything, and only when you are close can you hear his heavy breathing.
It is not surprising at all that Mr. Song is in this state. In everyone's traditional understanding, it is really baffling to be able to obtain such powerful power at no cost.
It is normal to have some sequelae.
"We should remove the exoskeleton. If this continues, it will crush him to death." Xu Er suggested on the side, and he got started faster than he could say.
In fact, given the design level of the Deep Blue Walker exoskeleton, it would not cause secondary damage to the operator at this time. The problem is, this exoskeleton is the property of their team. If it were to be worn on a dead person, even if it was peeled off, he would still feel uncomfortable!
Ruiwen came closer and did not stop her. Watching Xu Er take off the exoskeleton, revealing Mr. Song who was in a semi-conscious state inside.
Under the dark night, this probably the most unlucky smuggler in Xia City today had his eyes half-open and half-closed, and had no obvious reaction to the sounds around him. He just kept breathing heavily to remind everyone that he was still alive.
Perhaps because the air flow from his breath was too violent, the temperature of the air around Mr. Song increased a lot, making it hotter than other areas on the beach.
"The skin seems to be darker."
Xu Er noticed this when he took off his exoskeleton. Mr. Song's exposed skin had a large area of dark spots, which were connected into one patch. Generally, this situation means that the subcutaneous tissue and even internal organs have been severely damaged.
"The consequences are indeed quite serious..." He muttered again, and was soon stared at by Cui Da sternly.
Xu Er understood what Cui Da meant: they were not qualified to comment or comment on Ronan's design.
He shrugged and checked the damage to the exoskeleton on the spot to see if it could be restored to its portable state, packing it up and taking it away as soon as he had the chance.
But just as he lowered his head to deal with it, screams rang out from around him.
Xu Er's reaction was definitely not slow. Even if the guy who attacked him came very unexpectedly, he still took a shot faster than most of the witnesses around him and captured the source of the threat in time.
"Song Yangguo..."
That's right, it's Mr. Song.
The unlucky guy who was just panting on the beach suddenly stood up like a zombie that suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hands, and wanted to strangle Xu Er's throat who was closest to him.
If you do this, the road will be narrowed!
When Xu Er raised his face, Mr. Song's fingertips were only a few centimeters away from his throat, but he was very calm - after all, he was wearing an exoskeleton now. Deep Blue Walker's super defense power couldn't withstand those B-level and A-level strong men. Could it be that it couldn't stop such a madman who sat up in a dying illness?
Moreover, Mr. Song's movements were obviously weak and slow, which was completely different from when he was showing off his power on the ship.
"Get away!" Raven's short voice sounded in her ears.
Xu Er's mind didn't turn around, but his instincts developed through years of training took over, driving him to slam down sideways.
It was also at this moment that Mr. Song's attack speed suddenly accelerated, and in the palms and fingertips of this guy, there was clearly a blazing white light - the fire of style!
This is definitely not the death struggle of ordinary people, but a fatal blow blessed by extraordinary power.
Mr. Song howled again
Screaming out, losing all reason.
At the same time, the same fire burst out from his body. Generally speaking, it did not have a unified order and lost its thickness and stamina, but its explosive power was still astonishing.
In the dull sound of collision between alloys, Xu Er and the exoskeleton that had just been removed from Mr. Song's body collided together. All the previous finishing work was in vain, and there was a scratch on the face. After numbness, there was a drama. pain.
Even so, his shoulder was still poked by Mr. Song's fingertips, and the impact that penetrated made his body that fell sideways flipped backwards and spread out in all directions, which was quite embarrassing.
It was only at this time that Xu Er saw clearly that at some point, Mr. Song's fingertips had "proliferated" strange tissue that seemed to be nails and bone spurs.
This seemingly very hard thing came into contact with and scratched the high-strength alloy exoskeleton. After moving a little, the front part broke off, but there were also scars more than two centimeters deep on the outer layer of the armor.
This is the shoulder armor area with the strongest defense, and is often used as a temporary shield.
If Xu Er hadn't been obedient and got down in time, giving a tendency to slide sideways, he was really not sure whether the relatively fragile armor in the throat area that Mr. Song initially targeted would have been directly penetrated?
This is by no means a power that a normal person should have; nor is it an attribute that can be obtained with the blessing of the "game skin" produced by Ronan.
Xu Erban was lying on the beach with lingering fears, and a specious concept he had just learned flashed through his mind:
Distortion induced by high energy environment!
In his messy thoughts, he performed another unsightly back roll, and even used the auxiliary jet to completely distance himself from Mr. Song.
Looking back at this time, Long Qi and Cui Dadu had already stretched out their hands, trying to control this humanoid monster that suddenly appeared and became abnormally excited.
However, neither person's actions were as timely, concise and effective as Ruiwen's.
A straight sword finger stabbed Mr. Song squarely in the forehead.
The force didn't seem to be strong, but the moment it was poked, the obviously out-of-control style fire on Mr. Song's body suddenly shrank, as if it was forced back under the pores and skin by some invisible force, although there was still some "Mars" tried to jump out, but overall, it was under control.
Mr. Song froze for a moment and fell backward.
The arm that was just stretched out remained stiff at first, but soon softened and hung down weakly.
The most important thing is that the "hyperplastic" nail spurs on his fingertips are also shrinking. Also "shrinking" back were the large black spots that had spread all over his body.
To use a less rigorous description, at this moment, it was like pressing the rewind button - of course, what was reversed was not the previous factual process, but the negative state displayed by Mr. Song's whole body.
"The temperature has dropped." Cui Da captured the very key factor.
As he said, after Mr. Song put on the "game skin", the high-energy environment that always radiated the fire of the format suddenly disappeared at this moment.
It seemed like all the outward signs were being compressed inward... well, that wasn't quite right either.
Soon, people around them discovered that the core of the compression was not within the Song Dynasty. At least in the middle and later stages of this process, there is a point that stands out even more:
Mr. Song's forehead was close to his hairline.
This is probably where Ruiwen's sword finger hit.
There is a weak "fire" here that is always burning. It was not obvious when the "format fire" fluctuated repeatedly before, but it can be seen in most areas.
When compared to normal conditions, it is very eye-catching.
Especially since it didn't set the hair on my forehead on fire...
Long Qi wanted to complain to relieve his inexplicable uneasiness.
But at this moment, the "fire" went out, everything returned to a low-energy state, and a gray-white hair absorbed the firelight and unfurled from its curled state.
The wind speed on the beach is very high. Strangely enough, no matter how strong the wind was, it could not knock off Song's head, which had no "sustenance".
It seemed to be stuck with sweat, but it was still swaying with the strong airflow.
A group of people around looked at each other.
In the live broadcast room, the audience also expressed that they could not understand this magical and weird scene.
The leader was a certain extraordinary species.
Geng Geng: "Ah this..."
"Did you inhale it?" Long Qi felt that he needed to confirm what he had just witnessed.
Ruiwen also turned around at this moment and stared at him: "That's it."
"ah?"
The next second, the tip of Raven's index finger hit his forehead.
His forehead didn't hurt, but Long Qi was frozen in place. Inexplicably, he felt that some parts of his body were quickly withering and drying up, and were still shrinking...
Half a second later, Long Qi's mind determined that what was shrinking was not really his flesh and blood, but the real "exoskeleton" that seemed to still have the ability to grow that had troubled him not long ago.
The outer layer of "bone armor" seems to have achieved some kind of neural connection with him, forming a complete set of information feedback. Even the current destructive trend can be known to his brain.
As for the root cause... it's probably the hair stuck in the back of his head.
Long Qi subconsciously touched the back of his head, just in time to touch the tail of the exoskeleton destruction process. The "power ridge" that was first formed disintegrated at the first touch, and the ashes fell.
But he suddenly felt that these were just some impurities - because at the same time, there was an energy flow and some kind of strange "restraint" that was seeping in from the special hair on the back of the head, And made some kind of limited "encapsulation".
It's like... just like the post-war shrinking and sealing of the Dark Blue Walker exoskeleton.
It’s the reverse process of rewinding again, going back in time. This is...
Long Qi had similar thoughts again and subconsciously looked at Ruiwen. After the latter pointed out that finger, he stopped paying attention to him and stood aside, silently looking at the sea.
Obviously, nothing can be learned from this person.
Long Qi wanted to find a reference again. He looked towards the live broadcast room, but saw that the live broadcast screen encountered a rare network problem, with some lags and frame skipping, but it was also recovering quickly.
How weird.
Long Qi felt more and more panicked on the back of his head. The hair that was pulled out from his head and now embedded back seemed to have a weight far beyond reality.
Inside the Star Club, a high-end residential area.
A few seconds ago, a rare power outage occurred here. It seemed that a lightning surge had occurred, and the lines were seriously damaged.
Sun Jiayi, who has been living here for the past few years, organized emergency repairs and went to the most important VIP area to express her apology.
But when she arrived at Ms. Mo La's residence, she saw that the main door was ajar, and there was no sound or figure inside.
Sun Jiayi frowned slightly, not sure whether to go in or not.
At this moment, there was breath passing through the side of her neck, and the warmth seemed to be mixed with a slightly fishy smell of blood.