Wave!
A layer of brilliance like a water curtain fell from the sky, just covering the entire mountain peak.
On the periphery, no matter how hard Heinz tried his best, he could not break through this flexible film even a bit.
"Is this the power of absolute protection?"
He stopped dejectedly: "At this time, I have used 20% of my peak strength, but I still can't break it... Damn it... If I had half the strength in hand, this mere water curtain... "
Derivatives can bend the rules, and only the power of the avenue can break them.
Fang Yuan touched the red lizard in his hand, but remained silent.
If he takes action with all his strength, this absolute protection will be just a joke.
However, there are too many variables in this operation, and of course he will not reveal his true strength so early.
"Now, we can only look forward to the Lord of Nothingness and Arthur inside!"
Fang Yuan sighed and waited quietly.
…
Underground, within the original color headquarters.
In the prison area, more and more members of the Seven-Color Holy Code arrived and fought bloody battles with their colleagues.
Arthur was like an emperor patrolling his territory, walking around at will. Anyone who saw him immediately rebelled and attacked his former colleagues like crazy.
"Damn it!"
"Wesley...it's me!"
"don't want!"
…
The same members of the Seven-Color Holy Scriptures on both sides continued to fight, and various sounds of collapse continued to be heard.
"All combatants, step back and leave this to me!"
At this time, a warrior wearing black leather clothing appeared leading a group of purple-clothed combatants.
"Terminator 3, the Psychic Resistor?"
Arthur seemed to know the information about the Terminator opposite him and smiled.
"boom!"
The black terminator's face was as cold as ice, and he shot him directly in the head.
"That's it... it's over?"
"As expected of the spiritual resister, it is said that he has a derivative that protects the soul and can resist all mental influences!"
The remaining combat members cheered together.
But at this time, a discordant voice sounded.
"How dare you... hurt my beautiful face... You are dead!"
Arthur's headless body stood, a tumor growing out of his neck, outlining his facial features.
"Now, all troops below purple, evacuate immediately!"
There was still no expression on the face of the psychic resister: "To add to the information, the target has the characteristic of rapid resurrection... immediately change to quick freezing and flame equipment!"
Yuanse has accumulated rich experience in dealing with various monsters.
With this rapid recovery feature, the best way to dispose of it is to burn it all on fire, or freeze it directly with liquid nitrogen.
Suddenly, he noticed that something was wrong with the eyes of the subordinates around him.
"Being able to exert influence under the protection of my soul is the strength of the characteristics of derivatives in the top ten in the sequence!"
"Don't look at the other side, and call for reinforcements immediately!"
The psychic resister stirred and roared.
…
In a secret room.
A certain Terminator looked at his wrist with an expressionless expression.
There, there was a blue bracelet, emitting a bright light.
This is the derivative of Sequence 9 - Absolute Shelter, which can create a huge protective shield that is powerful enough to deal with any attack.
Of course, there is also a price to pay for this.
At this time, one of the Terminator's arms had become dry and thin, as if it had become a mummy.
Suddenly, the strictly encrypted mechanical door shuddered and was opened from the outside, and a black-clad Terminator walked in.
"No. 5, you shouldn't be here!"
The Terminator, who was wearing absolute protection, was a little confused and then immediately became vigilant.
"No. 4, you have the characteristic of rapid recovery. Even if your heart is dug out, you will not die. The leader also took a fancy to you and asked you to open the absolute asylum... I am afraid that ordinary people will die the moment they get it. All life force will be sucked away and turned into a mummy."
Terminator 5 walked in slowly: "Even for you, it's painful to do this, right? Why... continue to work for the original color?"
"No. 5, you rebelled!"
Terminator No. 4 remained expressionless, magically pulling out a silver-white firearm with his left hand and firing the trigger without hesitation.
Whoosh!
Shrapnel landed on the wall, sending up a cloud of sparks.
What was hit just now was just an afterimage.
"I don't need to be faster than bullets, I just need to be faster than your hands! And... No. 4, the pain has slowed down your hand speed!"
The figure of No. 5 emerged, as if it came out of the void, and pounced on No. 4 unceremoniously.
"Countermeasures activated!"
Suddenly, a mechanical voice sounded.
From around Chair No. 4, gun barrels emerged, spitting out tongues of fire towards No. 5.
Peng!
No. 5's body exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, falling on No. 4's body.
"Every move we make is under the surveillance of the leader. What's more, do you think... you can break through the entire base?"
No. 4 looked calm and spoke.
"No! I only need to break through this layer of defense, that's enough!"
The cold and evil voice finally moved No. 4.
He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the flesh and blood on his body. At this time, the flesh and blood seemed to have a life of its own, coming to life and dancing with tentacles.
The tough red ribbon had strong binding force and actually tied No. 4 directly to the chair. A large amount of flesh buds touched the blue bracelet.
"The characteristics of absolute shelter will not be lost by being robbed. The only way to stop it is to make you, the price provider, disappear..."
From the blood and flesh, a thin voice came: "I will accept your body and your abilities!"
"What's the meaning?"
No. 4 was startled. Immediately, his face was wrapped by a large number of fleshy tentacles, which penetrated deeply from the seven orifices.
His whole body twitched and suddenly stopped, his face had changed greatly, and his eyes had a look of madness: "Absolute protection... stop it!"
…
On the mountain peak.
With a slight earthquake, the water film that originally covered the mountain completely disappeared.
"It's the Lord of Nothingness, he's taking action! I'm waiting!"
Heinz roared excitedly and transformed into a black giant. One of his arms kept getting bigger and thicker, completely out of proportion to his body.
Finally, a fist as big as a truck fell with a crash.
boom!
The mountain peak was half collapsed, smoke and dust flew up, and a large hole was broken into the metal wall, leading all the way to the depths of the mountain.
"Let's go!"
Heinz and Fang Yuan took a deep breath and jumped in without hesitation.
…
Deep in the underground headquarters.
"The degree of damage to the outer perimeter of the base is 26.98%! The energy supply line is damaged! The self-defense mechanism cannot be activated!"
A mechanical female voice echoed.
Snapped!
The old man suddenly lost his composure and didn't even notice that the pipe in his hand fell to the ground: "How is it possible? Although the pen fairy foretells danger, how can it be to this extent?"
"Chief, the situation is urgent. Please implement Plan 3 and leave immediately!"
Two Terminators stood behind him, one with a very old revolver on his waist.
"No. 1! No. 2! You are the most perfect, so you are responsible for protecting me!"
The old man hesitated: "But now... No. 5 has rebelled, No. 4 has died, and No. 3 has fought hard. Can I still trust you?"
"As long as it's your order..."
No. 1 and No. 2 have faces as firm as granite.
"Bring the fax machine immediately!"
The old man looked at the old-fashioned fax machine in front of him with longing, but unfortunately, there was still no paper coming out.
This is the fourth derivative of Primary Color Mastery - the fax machine of the future!
Occasionally, there will be some future information printed out, or a certain newspaper, or simply a picture of the future.
Unfortunately, the emergence of fax is probabilistic.
However, as long as the fax machine is there, it does not require power, signal source, or even paper, and it can receive faxes from the future.
"Bixian's prophecy is just a simple 'yes' or 'no', which is too vague... What kind of force is attacking the original color headquarters this time?"
The old man picked up his pipe and lit the tobacco again.
In this short period of time, the entire room suddenly lit up, and blurry figures emerged one after another, all of which were impressively three-dimensional.
"Everyone... I believe you have also seen that the original color headquarters was attacked. I must not consider the worst plan! Start the Fire Plan immediately and transfer the derivatives!"
The old man let out a long breath: "As for me, I want to be with this headquarters!"
"Who is the enemy? Tenglong? Luye?"
After a long silence, someone finally asked.
"have no idea… "
The old man shook his head slowly: "I only know that their characteristics are very strange. It seems that every member has the ability to be immortal!"
"To deal with such people, many sealing techniques of the Magic Council are still very effective..."
"We have captured the Book of Sages and can send out the magicians immediately!"
"And that door, as long as it is activated, you can leave immediately... We must transfer as many tokens as possible, and you, the leader!"
A woman looked at the old man: "I suggest you be the first to transfer and let No. 1 and No. 2 protect you! Go to the deep-sea base!"
"Can't do this!"
The old man shook his head: "There are restrictions on the use of the door. If something goes wrong here, it will bring disaster directly to the branch base!"
"I have given the order, the magician army will attack soon!"
Da da!
Da da!
At this moment, there was a printing sound, which made everyone startled. Immediately, their eyes focused on the fax machine.
The old fax machine had no power supply, no signal line, and even no blank paper. At this time, the signal light flashed.
With the ink cartridge shaking, a piece of white paper was spit out, and there was a picture on it.
"This is… "
"Future fax machine! Has it received signals from the future again?"
"Look! What kind of foreshadowing does it give us?"
Many three-dimensional figures urged him, eager to step forward.
The old man put on his reading glasses and grabbed the fax he had just printed, but took a breath of air: "This is..."