Hicks, who was lying on the ground, watched helplessly as Wu Qi was beaten alive by the tyrant. Three of his joints were shattered by the tyrant. After being unable to even stand up, Hicks closed his eyes in pain.
While watching the battle, Hicks and Wu Qi analyzed the tyrant's capabilities almost at the same time. Whether Wu Qi is a pure human being and therefore immune to the Tyrant's third-level power "Biological Kingship", he has the final hope of arming the convoy to defeat the Tyrant. Could it be that the strength gap between Wu Qi and the tyrant is not too big after all? His physical strength is comparable to that of the tyrant, and there is no way to verify it.
Sure enough, hoping that Wu Qi can defeat the tyrant is just nonsense. Hicks thought so. The despair deep inside his heart completely spread.
They lost their mission and fate.
The tyrant took a step towards Wu Qi who fell to the ground and said softly: "I don't want to do any more useless and painful actions. It's really boring."
Wu Qi turned a deaf ear and held the broken knife in his right leg, trying hard to hold up his body with all three limbs disabled. The pain of three shattered joints almost went to his head. He quickly reacted to seal the pain in his body, so he didn't scream in pain and shed tears.
The tyrant looked at Wu Qi who was still struggling from a high position, and sighed: "Hey, human beings can't get rid of boredom in the beginning? Then it's fate. Isn't it absolutely wrong for us humans to admit that fate is wrong? Isn’t it possible?”
The young man in front of him did not cry or whine. He had three disabled limbs, but he tried to stand up with only one leg and a broken knife. Although the tyrant said he was bored, he was actually marveling at the sight he had never seen before.
If you can't see such a scene in the abyss, the creatures there will roar crazily until the enemy rips their own throats apart, and there is no beauty at all. And that young man was so good-looking, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were the best the tyrant had ever seen in a human being, especially the jade-like persistence deep in those eyes.
He seems not to be rebelling against himself, but rather against fate. At that moment, the young man seemed to want to stand up, so he stood up and tried his best.
It was very "beautiful", showing the beauty of life's decay and decay to the extreme. If the tyrant does not want to absorb Wu Qi and seize Wu Qi's magical power outside his body that is different from the evolutionary system of the alien virus, the tyrant's idea of recruiting Wu Qi to his command must be stronger than the idea of killing Wu Qi.
When the time comes, the path forward for the convoy, whether armed or not, is the path of life for all the people in the convoy. The high wall of Dawn Base can already be seen at the end of the wasteland. If the tyrant wants to absorb all the immortal bones before the throne ship crashes through the high wall, he must resolve the battle immediately and control the throne ship to accelerate and crush all armed vehicles and humans.
The tyrant walked towards Wu Qi step by step. Through his life-measurable connection, he ordered all violent beasts not to kill Wu Qi. Then he raised his right leg and prepared to grab Wu Qi's throat and throw Wu Qi onto the top of the throne ship.
Wu Qi could not resist. The tyrant grabbed his legs by the throat and forcibly lifted him up. Wu Qi's eyes were always hidden in the shadows, but at the moment when his body was lifted up and the tyrant's eyesight was wrong, he suddenly opened and closed his eyes!
Wu Qi's right leg was as fast as the wind, like a lightning strike. In an instant, he swung the broken knife and landed on the wound on the side of the tyrant's neck, stabbing 4 centimeters in. But at that point, the broken knife can no longer go deeper, because the sharp edge of the broken knife hits the neck muscles that the tyrant controls and gathers into a shield.
"Do I want to endure the pain of crushing joints again?" The tyrant kept his mouth shut and remained unaffected. His gray light-marked eyes looked directly at Wu Qi's obsidian eyes, trying to see through Wu Qi's innermost thoughts.
"No, he wants to beg me to die." Wu Qi said calmly, a strange light emerging from the depths of his bright eyes.
That look is not a look of awareness with a mission, nor is it a look of hatred and anger with murderous intent. Are those eyes full of peace and smile, as if they have reached the other side of victory
The tyrant saw through Wu Qi's thoughts, and felt terrified for some reason. He waved his left arm unconsciously, trying to smash Wu Qi's right elbow and completely cut off Wu Qi's ability to resist. However, at that moment, two, five, ten, thirty or more terrifying repulsive forces suddenly appeared outside his chest.
More than thirty rays of silver sword light suddenly broke through the muscles of the tyrant's chest, piercing the tyrant's chest like a bush of thorns and swords! Immediately, the broken knife held by Wu Qi's leg spit out silver-red liquid from the outside, and the silver liquid instantly covered the blade of the broken knife. Wu Qi's right arm and even Wu Qi's whole body, holding the broken knife with his leg, Everything was covered in liquid silver light at that moment!
Wu Qi's whole body was wrapped in a silver measurable film, and there was a raging torrent between the measurable film layers. Countless "smoke" was rising all over Wu Qi's body!
That scene came so unexpectedly that the tyrant fell from the peak of confidence into the abyss of fear. The tyrant launched his leg brazenly, and the afterimage of Zuo Shitong passed over Wu Qi's right arm. Suddenly, Wu Qi's right elbow bone was shattered into pieces, and his leg and arm were bent at the reverse joint and flew outward, taking the broken knife with him. There was a wound on the neck.
The tyrant's right leg instantly moved and kicked Wu Qi in the abdomen, who was very close at hand. At the critical moment, more than thirty silver swords that pierced the tyrant's chest suddenly erupted! Thirty power explosion points formed a powerful repulsive force field between each other. Each repulsive force was like a pair of clamps. When they exerted their force together, they suddenly tore open a huge hole in the tyrant's chest!
Intense silver light shot out from the thirty centimeter-diameter spherical hole in the tyrant's chest. The tyrant looked at the scene outside his chest in shock. Outside the cave space, there are more than thirty fragments of a long knife, and each fragment is wrapped in a measurable amount of silver. Or those long knife-measurable fragments that he thought had been fused by the power of "royal power" erupted from the outside and caused horrific injuries to him!
On the other side, Wu Qi's fractured right arm, which had been thrown outward, returned to its normal joint position at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless scales popped up crazily on the surface of the soldier's uniform. The "gravity" created by the silver covering the whole body and the resilience of atavism work together, and the broken right arm was restored in the blink of an eye.
Wu Qi slashed quickly with his recovered right arm. The broken knife wrapped in silver flow wiped the tyrant's right arm, and cut off the tyrant's legs and wrists with a swish.
The force holding his neck disappeared, and Wu Qi landed on his feet following gravity. His feet stood on the roof of the car, and he did not fall over because his knees were shattered, because his knees were also bathed in silver water, and the shattered kneecaps had returned to a state where they could move normally!
The tyrant's legs were like lightning, and he retreated 5 meters away in an instant. Wu Qi did not catch up immediately. His joints were not fully healed and were held together by "gravity." He needed a few seconds to allow his atavistic recovery power to completely repair his body.