Mithril bullets are specially designed for high-voltage lines with "casualty rate" in the field. The accuracy of the latest generation of Mithril bullets dodging ordinary people can reach within "five centimeters"—that is, as long as the distance from the muzzle to the target is greater than or equal to five centimeters, Mithril bullets can successfully bypass the "non-specialist" target, ensuring that it is unharmed.
This can minimize the psychological pressure of the field staff when performing tasks, it is the safety guarantee of ordinary people, and it is also to protect the field staff in shackles.
The mithril bullet is the greatest invention of the research institute in recent decades, none of them.
But it was originally designed to deal with abnormal energy bodies, and it was leaked at this juncture, who is the gun aimed at
Those who fear special abilities, those who cannot accept aliens, those who unfortunately have their memories modified, those who are suspicious and suspect that their memories have been modified...
Xiao Zheng suddenly noticed that the faces of the special field workers around him turned ugly.
A thick miasma has risen in Chiyuan's primeval forest, and all the insects and birds can run away, except for the sound of the wind, there is a dead silence.
Gong Chenggong put down the phone, turned to the shadow man who thought he was the demon king, and said, "The first batch of Mithril guns have been distributed."
As he said, he took out a translucent pouch from his pocket, which contained a small silvery-white ball, the texture of which was like freshly solidified panna cotta, flowing tremblingly in the pouch.
Gong Chenggong said with emotion: "Just go in and turn around, sow a few seeds, and then come out empty-handed, and you can unknowingly move out tons of mithril weapons. Who said that the special ability of plants can only be used for logistics? The Different Control Bureau is really blind."
The demon king waved his hand, and the mithril bullet in Gong Chenggong's hand flew into his hand: "Is it enough?"
Gong Chenggong also said: "We have already obtained the complete technology. Although Yue Degong was arrested, since they successfully copied the Mithril Cannon last time, there will be no problem in copying the bullets this time. The production line is all Ready-made ones can be mass-produced within ten days and a half at most. At the Penglai Conference, the Alien Control Bureau was excluded, and there were a total of ten sects, with Granny Yu as the head. Once Cuiyu died, her worthless people would automatically return to us. Yuede The male branch was even worse, from Duke Yuede himself to his disciples who were arrested and imprisoned by the Different Control Bureau. At home, five families have already contacted me, and the other three are old foxes, who are probably still on the sidelines—but don’t worry, these folk sects are the ones who can best maintain their traditions, and they know which side they belong to.”
"Only hit my clan, not humans." Yao Wangying held a small mithril bullet and sneered, "Sheng Xiao said 'there is a place for all beings with spirits', do you stand like a shadow slave?"
Gong Chenggong smiled: "That's right, our own people are still grateful to Dade, and feel that we are great, honorable and correct - Mithril bullets sacrificed part of their lethality in order to ensure accurate positioning. As long as Chiyuan is unsealed, we can get back our own power..."
Yao Wangying pinched the protective bag of the mithril bullet, and the bullet would explode when it touched abnormal energy. Yao Wangying casually folded his palms together, and the bullet exploded in his palm, but only scratched a small wound, and was swallowed by him again. The strength of the three human demons quickly recovered, and the silver liquid flowed into Chiyuan along his fingers.
"You did a good job." Yao Wangying glanced at him lightly and said, "Thanks for your hard work."
Gong Chenggong is a typical "ordinary person with special bloodlines". Because the bloodline is too thin, he can't express any supernatural powers when Chi Yuan is sealed, so he makes friends with everyone who is not willing to work in the different control bureau. Like the careerists of the "second-class people", they yearn for power and power.
But Yao Wangying always felt uneasy.
Luo Cuicui wanted to break free from the pain of marginalized people, Granny Yu was confused by shadow people, afraid of aging, Zhichun wanted to survive, Bi Chunsheng wanted to die...these people's weaknesses were all on their heads, waiting for him to poke, but Gong succeeded. And unlike those who were bewitched by the Demon King Ying, Gong Chenggong came to him on his own initiative.
Although he has no special abilities, he has become the director of the aftermath department. He is not marginal at all. He is fluent in the different control bureau. Even the old director has a handle on him. He has made countless fortunes over the years. Folks can flirt and flirt everywhere, and Yao Wangying suspects that Yue Degong and the others are the ones who came up with the bad idea that they cast a curse on themselves.
Gong Chenggong is like a shit-stirring stick of a talented genius, a bad embryo developed by himself.
"It's not as big as our old Luo's sacrifice." Gong Chenggong said, "I don't even want my own body."
"What are you talking about?" Luo Cuicui, who was focused on the reverberation, said coldly, "I chose this myself. I don't think I'm a sacrifice. Director Gong, if you don't dare to do it yourself, if you can't do it yourself, don't stay here. Talk nonsense to others."
Luo Cuicui's whole body "melted" into the green radish, and the branches and the human body couldn't tell who was who. At first glance, it was a part of the human body that had mutated into branches due to special abilities, but when you looked closely, the blood vessels under his skin were like leaf veins—it turns out This body is no longer human.
"In Qingping Town, I should have seen it when he 'exploded seeds'. It's all because of the nonsense of those filmmakers engaged in pyramid schemes that distracted me." Xuan Ji took half of Sheng Lingyuan's coat in his hand, The cloth poked twice on Luo Cuicui who was on the bronze tripod, "You are a 'paraquat', but the green vine on his body dared to crawl on you. If it wasn't for delivering food, it can only mean that he is more poisonous. Not afraid."
This green radish muttered "beeping" all day long to "be transferred", as if being forced into prostitution and forced to follow them to the front line. It was impressive, but he shouted loudly, from red to red. The Yuanyin Shenji incident started, but he was everywhere—not everyone in the aftermath department went on business. In fact, nearly 70% of the people in the department stayed in the office every day, responsible for making reports, calculating costs and so on. Luo Cuicui is a veteran, so he really doesn't want to go on a business trip. In fact, he doesn't even need to apply. He can just ask a few young people to go for him.
And in the Bi Chunsheng incident, Luo Cuicui showed him the little boy and the forum post that disturbed their audiovisual and directly led to the success of the gloomy festival on the plane, lest he, the head of the aftercare department like a temporary worker, would not notice.
After Xuan Ji finished speaking, she waited for a long time before Sheng Lingyuan could answer. When she turned her head, she found that he was half-kneeling among the green leaves, stroking the bones under the lush branches and leaves with his frayed fingers, wondering what he was thinking.
"Tsk, Lingyuan, look at this," Xuan Ji snapped her fingers at him, and poked her own chest, "Do you want to touch it here? It's warm and elastic, and it feels good—although I... Ben Shenniao also thinks the matter of 'development after death' is very incredible, but no matter how it is, it is just a shell that has been peeled off... "
Sheng Lingyuan came back to his senses, and couldn't help laughing—I heard from bird breeders before that these little winged creatures are very jealous, and the smarter they are, the more they are, and they can't be ignored by others. To be in the limelight, you have to flutter your feathers and sing loudly, and you must attract everyone's attention.
Also too coquettish.
"If it was just an empty shell, Meng Xia wouldn't have put it away." Sheng Lingyuan said, "I used to think that the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice was created by Dan Li, but now it seems that it should be led by Meng Xia. Before the Heavenly Demon Festival was completed, Danli's incarnation is not complete, and many things are probably involuntary... I said he is a Suzaku god, why is he so cruel, he is willing to make the only remaining descendant into a sword, and he will not be free for the rest of his life, driven by the human race."
"I have a question," Xuan Ji said, "Why Zhichun and I can only practice in the sword for many years before we can cultivate the real body, but the corpses of children in the tomb of the mountain king can freely switch between the human form and the sword, so dazzling cool?"
"I guess those child corpses are 'born to die', dead things are made into swords, only the sword body, no spirit," Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, and replied, "And you and Zhichun are 'born from death'—dead things It won't change, and it won't grow up, and yours... has been buried with the bronze tripod all these years, although there is only one bone left, but it has grown like this from the palm of your hand, I don't think it can be regarded as 'death'."
"But it can't be counted as work," Xuan Ji smiled wryly, "the chicken racks I've eaten are not as clean as this one."
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
"It is recorded in history that the Suzaku family guards Chiyuan and has the authority to control Chiyuan," Xuan Ji said, "The other Suzakus are dead, only me is half-dead. The control of Chiyuan has no other place to go. Probably you can only pinch your nose and land on my skeleton. This skeleton was buried by Meng Xia at the heart of the Suzaku totem, with its head pointing towards Chiyuan. The formation is successfully constructed, what will happen?"
Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on Luo Cuicui's body.
At the same time, "bloodshot" appeared on the whites of Luo Cuicui's eyes above Chiyuan, and those bloodshots were also green, making his eyes darker and darker: "Thinking back then, what was the Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit? No matter what kind, he didn't Is it just an egg that can't hatch? If he hadn't been refined into a sword spirit by the Heavenly Demon Festival, he wouldn't even have the chance to open his eyes and see the world. Losing his congenitally defective body, he became an immortal spirit instead... I started from the water, and took over your class from Director Gong. Do you think he was sacrificed? As for me, I was originally a plant department in the alien control bureau as waste disposal. Now I discard the useless body and sublimate into a spirit. Not only can I gain Suzaku’s authority through empathy, but the thousands of vines in the world are all my body—since I’m a form slave, why can’t I just break it up? What do you mean by ‘don’t even want your own body’? Director Gong, your narrow mindedness is nothing compared to What did the ancients think was the difference between 'the body, hair and skin, and the parents'?"
Xuan Ji suddenly turned to Sheng Lingyuan: "You mean, if the formation is completed, Meng Xia can nail himself here with eight nails from the Heavenly Demon Festival, and through the sympathy generated, he can indirectly gain control of Chi Yuan."
"You..." Sheng Lingyuan was stunned, amused by his innocent thoughts, "Ask me to tell you what's good about you, a fool nails himself up, a natural body, if it's not a last resort, how can you change it casually? Of course it is Lie a fool to sacrifice his life, wait for Chiyuan's seal to be released, and then swallow that person in one gulp—didn't the demon king gain the power of Chiyuan by devouring the Suzaku divine bird back then?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
Your Majesty, can you stop scolding people for being heartless in front of the corpse of the "taken advantage"
Why are these conspirators so bad!
"But Chiyuan is sealed right now, and the thirty-six Suzaku bones are still there..." The smile on Sheng Lingyuan's face only flashed, then disappeared immediately, and his face became serious, "Do you still remember when Chiyuan was on fire, is it?" For what?"
"Great natural disasters, and wars, the kind where half of the population can die," Xuan Ji said without hesitation, "Chi Yuan is the source of demonic energy. If the world is turbulent to a certain extent, Chi Yuan will resonate with it through the seal, colliding with it." Suzaku bones that break the seal are also common."
Three thousand years later, although only one of the thirty-six Suzaku bones is crumbling, the seal has become extremely fragile, and the group of demons is ready to move, but unless a comet hits the earth, it seems unlikely that there will be any death in the world in a short time. The catastrophe of half the population.
The demon king Ying tried his best to devour the three human demons, and finally "eat" himself a little bit, and of course he was not willing to use himself as a firewood to light Chiyuan.
So... what if the resentment and anger in people's hearts can be poured directly into Chiyuan
Luo Cuicui nailed "self" to the Suzaku bone and integrated it into the entire Suzaku totem. The Suzaku totem spread all over the continent, and all the plants on the ground became his "incarnation".
He uses the echo voice to provoke the superpowers and ordinary people, and once the conflict escalates, the fear of the unknown will turn into hatred, and more and more people agree with the bullshit spread in his echo voice, and there will be more and more consciousness Join, the resonance will get bigger and bigger until—
At the distributing point of the jammer, people's doubts and protests are getting bigger and bigger. Wang Ze grabbed a microphone, pointed to his ear and said: "Everyone, everyone! We wear it ourselves. If the jammer is harmful, we will be full." Do you want to test the poison yourself first?"
"Who knows if it's the same?"
"You're wearing a model, right?"
Wang Ze pulled off the shields on his ears, stuffed them into the hands of a protester, and took a new pair from the distribution point: "If you don't believe me, let's change it, okay?"
Wang Ze sat cross-legged on the table at the distribution point: "Yes, we are different. I have a bit of talent. I can spray water. I always make people look like koi fish during the holidays—but my parents, my family Most of the aunts and uncles are ordinary people. The leader of my unit, the 18th generation of their family’s ancestors has only one special ability. What is the difference between us persecuting ordinary people and persecuting our own parents? What good is it for us? You hate us now , Discriminate against us, maybe it is a special ability to give birth to a child tomorrow, believe it or not? 8102, why are you still discriminating?"
The crowd fell silent briefly, and the uproar turned to whispers.
Yan Qiushan sneaked into the crowd calmly, seeing that his legs and feet were inconvenient, some people kindly helped him to sit down, Yan Qiushan took the opportunity to say to the people next to him: "Why don't we try it, why is it so easy to be brainwashed? Let me teach you a way. Don’t you have a memo on your phone now? After wearing it, we can record our thoughts in real time. If there is anything wrong, we can see it by comparing it with the notes. Will it be too late to pick it up? "
"It... seems to be..."
Another person next to him said: "If you don't wear it, what if there are harmful substances in the air?"
Yan Qiushan raised his eyes to look at the speaker, and recognized that it was a talented colleague. The colleague was mixed in the crowd, and he seemed to be familiar with the people around him. He seemed to live in this area. He nodded slightly.
Yan Qiushan understands, it seems that the bureau is not completely passive and beaten, many special abilities of the different control bureau happen to be of ordinary people's background, this will not reveal their identities, and they will mix among the neighbors and subtly resolve conflicts.
Zhichun, who was hiding in his arms, patted his chest—after all, various ethnic groups have been living together for three thousand years.
Te Neng, who was among the ordinary people, found that the people around him were not firm in their stance, and was about to make persistent efforts, but at this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed, piercing directly through the back of his neck.
Yan Qiushan's eyes widened suddenly—Mithril bullets!
The mithril bullet that hit Teneng's neck exploded immediately, engulfing him in a white light, and hysterical screams erupted from the crowd.