Bai Chunian slowly grasped the handle of the sickle, and the long handle, which was half a person tall, was supported on the ground. When he held it tightly, there was a buzzing sound of electric current, and blue lightning flashed inside the blade, covering up the original blood color. At the same time, he The electric light of the fish patterns on the shoulders echoed it, and the fish bones and ore lights on the ears rhythmically.
He had obviously never seen this weapon before, but when he held it in his hand, he was extremely familiar with it, more familiar than any gun he had honed countless times in the training ground.
Rimbaud raised the tip of his tail and gently pushed his back: "goon. (Go)"
But Rimbaud himself did not move. He wrapped himself around the stone pillar protruding from the cliff, holding the stone surface with both hands, the black pointed armor pierced deeply into the rock to fix his body, the fish tail swayed slightly, and looked at the battle situation with confidence .
After the witch hazel landed, it sealed off all attack routes with tough spider silk, and wanted to return to the way it came from.
Bai Chunian jumped forward, and when the blade touched the spider silk, it rippled slightly like a water wave, and cut off the dense and sticky spider silk in an instant. The witch hazel obviously underestimated the power of this weapon, and carried the mummy on its back. Jumping away, Bai Chunian swept across with his saber, an arc-shaped faint blue cold light passed over the chest of the witch hazel, and a numbness mixed with icy cold scraped against the chest.
The two landed separately, with the witch hazel holding on to the chest, a bloodstain with deep bones visible across the chest, the bulletproof vest and the spider silk wrapped around the body were all cut by the sharp sickle blade, the blood gushed out and turned into a mist of spider silk covering In the wild forest.
The witch hazel's fingertips trembled slightly, manipulating the mummy to support him, and he struggled to stand up. For the experimental subject, as long as it is not infected in a large area, no matter how big the wound is, it can heal quickly, but this time, the wound on his body was completely No tendency to heal.
As the operator of the scythe, Bai Chunian was also amazed, couldn't help rubbing the long handle of the blue electric scythe, feeling that this thing is really powerful, and said softly to the communicator: "That's awesome, my wife, you have such a good thing as soon as possible!" Why don't you take it out and share it with everyone?"
"Others can't use it." Rimbaud lay on his side on the cliff, looking down at the battle with his head propped up. In his eyes, the outcome was already decided.
Han Xingqian observed this scene, and in his years of research, he had never encountered the current situation, but his predecessor, Professor Zhong, had made such an idea and wrote an article titled "On the Joint Between Glands , integration, symbiosis, and drive relationships".
From the point of view of the witch hazel, the gland of the witch hazel and the spider gland connected to the firearm he holds belong to a joint relationship, and the fit between the two is as high as 100%. Contributing his abilities to the witch hazel belongs to the union of two separate individuals.
However, the current situation of Lan Bo and Bai Chunian is obviously different from that of the witch hazel. It can be seen that Bai Chunian now has Lan Bo's attributes attached to him, which is a rare act of gifting abilities.
Han Xingqian raised his head and glanced at Rimbaud, whose breathing rate had decreased. If nothing else, Rimbaud gave Bai Chunian a special weapon that he owned, and this weapon could only be used by him.
Professor Zhong boldly compared this driving relationship to the relationship between gods and messengers, and the messenger as a medium bears the ability of gods.
As long as two independent glands can achieve these four kinds of relationships, the ability they can exert is far greater than that of ordinary two people working together. 1 plus 1 is greater than 2 is the proof of these four kinds of relationships.
Xiao Xun was lying on the ground. The fall made his whole body feel dull pain. Han Xingqian gave him an injection of analgesics. The PBB Thunder rescue team was also on standby at the port. They should have doctors in their team to help the fracture recover. Han Xingqian's J1 ability stamina reset can only repair undamaged things, and internal organs can be recovered immediately, but fractures are equivalent to bone damage, so they cannot be reset, and can only be simply bandaged and fixed.
The pain in his internal organs was relieved, and the darkness in front of Xiao Xun's eyes slowly receded. He gritted his teeth, reached out to grab the sniper rifle in the distance, held it in his arms, and laboriously reloaded and loaded it.
Standing beside him, Han Xingqian put his hands in his coat pockets. He did not interfere with Xiao Xun's actions except for silently releasing the soothing pheromone of the lavergrass scent to relieve his discomfort.
The body of the sniper is expensive, and the cost of training is high. He is the most favored object in the whole team. Han Xingqian thought that Xiao Shun would lie down and wait for rescue.
Han Xingqian picked up Xiao Xun's waist, lifted him up, quickly disappeared into the dry forest, scanned the surrounding terrain, and said in a low voice, "You choose a spot."
Xiao Xun's face was pale, and he pointed to a tall and steep stone platform: "There."
Han Xingqian nimbly took him up and placed him on the stone platform. Xiao Xun got down on the ground and aimed the sniper scope at Bai Chunian and the witch hazel.
"The president said that the witch hazel must never be allowed to approach the port." Han Xingqian sat down, opened a notepad and wrote a few lines of notes on it with a pencil, "There is an alien detection radar under the Lesa Tower, which can detect the position of the experimental subject .”
Xiao Xun focused on Bai Chunian who was fighting with the witch hazel through the scope: "I won't let them get close."
Han Xingqian savored the subtle word "they", and patted Xiao Xun on the shoulder, "I'm going to remove the alien radar, hoping to catch up."
Xiao Xun lay motionless on the ground, leaned against the sniper rifle with one eye closed and stared at the target, hummed lightly, and said to the communicator: "I'm in position, the 132.35-meter cliff at three o'clock, please give instructions. "
Han Xingqian let out a breath slowly, jumped off the rock, and drove towards the Lesa Tower.
The witch hazel was exhausted, but Bai Chunian cut more and more smoothly, his dark eyes flashed with lightning, and the blue in his pupils became more and more obvious. He almost crazily smashed the flesh and blood of the opponent with the sickle blade, and let out an uncontrollable laugh from time to time.
Every time he swiped the knife, spider silk spewed out from the witch hazel's body, and in just a dozen seconds, his clothes were ragged and his body was covered with bloody cuts, and the wounds cut by the sickle could not heal.
The battlefield between the two of them is constantly moving, sometimes affecting the people around them, and everyone can only keep retreating.
The ten-fingered spider silk of the witch hazel is connected to every joint of the mummy. It only needs to slightly bend his fingers to control the mummy's movements flexibly. He twisted his fingertips. He slammed into Bai Chunian's body hard.
The long and narrow sickle was knocked at an angle, and the blade turned around and flew towards He Zhuang.
When the blade was two centimeters away from the bridge of He Zuo's nose, Bai Chunian grabbed the handle of the long scythe. At this time, He Suo had already instinctively activated the J1 ability of total lunar eclipse, but the moment the scythe touched the total lunar eclipse, the moon disk instantly fall apart.
He was so-called stunned, and took half a step back in disbelief.
They all thought that Bai Chunian had completely lost control and was killing randomly on the field, but Rimbaud didn't think so, and his expression was still indifferent, without a trace of panic.
The witch hazel was seriously injured, and the mummy took him in his arms, hugging him with both hands in a protective gesture, soothing and stroking his head, the glands connected to the gun emitted soothing pheromone with the smell of poppy, in this message Under Su's reassurance, the wounds on the witch hazel healed a little faster.
In fact, all these actions are controlled by the witch hazel, and the mummy is like a puppet, acting as his protector vividly.
Bai Chunian approached him and tried to communicate with him in simplified sentences: "Don't resist, follow me, I'll take you to meet the president."
The witch hazel looked up at him in bewilderment, the beak mask on his face looked a little ridiculous, through the mask, Bai Chunian saw a pair of tear-filled eyes.
"Uh." Bai Chunian switched the sickle to his right hand, and stretched out his hand tentatively to comfort him, "The president will definitely not kill you, and I don't want to kill you either."
Lu Yan lay on the rock with half of his head poked out, anxiously looking down at them talking. Bi Lanxing wrapped vines around him to prevent him from falling from a height.
Bai Chunian didn't allow them to get close to the witch hazel, because the gun of the witch hazel was too special, and if a non-experiment was shot, it would burst into blood and die on the spot. He couldn't let the students take this risk.
The witch hazel raised its head slowly, saw Lu Yan's rabbit ears, and was stunned for a moment, as if this scene had exceeded the calculation range of his brain, which made him very confused.
Taking advantage of his daze, Bai Chunian tempered his left fingertips and quickly grabbed at his neck. He had already prepared a gland suppressor, and as long as he could find a chance to pierce the back of the witch hazel's neck, he could completely control him.
But the instinctive reaction of the witch hazel was unusually quick, and when Bai Chunian was about to touch his neck, the witch hazel shot backhand and shot at Bai Chunian's throat.
If the throat is pierced and cannot be healed, Bai Chunian will definitely die from suffocation.
A sniper bullet accurately collided with the witch hazel's rifle bullet. Bai Chunian threw away the witch hazel and leaped back to the ground. Into the orbit of the right eye of the witch hazel.
Blood sprayed on the face of the witch hazel wearing the beak mask, but Xiao Xun's sniper bullets were just ordinary bullets, and the witch hazel wailed, and the eyes healed as before.
This shot was considered to have avenged the wound that the witch hazel had pierced through Bai Chunian's left eye. Rimbaud's pupils converged into a vertical line, and the corners of his lips were raised to praise Xiao Shun in the communicator for fear of chaos: "katen ( dog), Iloveu."
The severe pain frightened the witch hazel, turned around and fled towards the port in a rampage, laying spider webs along the way to intercept the pursuers.
Bai Chunian followed.
Han Xingqian contacted him: "I'm destroying the alien radar. It's too strong. It needs at least 400 stamina resets before it can be scrapped. Besides, there are two sets here. It will take at least ten minutes if there is a delay."
Bai Chunian frowned: "He fled to the port, the president is there, his gun is too dangerous."
Han Xingqian: "The special-shaped radar is very sensitive, as long as you step into this area, you will be detected immediately."
"Test it." Bai Chunian jumped onto a dead tree, and then nimbly and silently onto the stone wall, "What else can you do to me?"
Han Xingqian: "Lu Yan is holding the stars, stop him."
Lu Yan: "I dare not."
Bi Lanxing: "Me too."
Han Xingqian: "Ranbo, stop him,"
Rimbaud laughed indifferently: "Although he wants to protect that rabbit, it makes me a little uncomfortable, but I also want to see what they can do to him in front of me,"