high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 473 The Will of the Daredevil
In front of Sean and the others was a huge snail.

A snail as huge as a tank!
It has a two-meter-high shell, which is brownish-yellow like a common snail, and as thick as an earthen wall.And the soft tissue under that shell is a soft man wriggling and moving forward...

I can't tell if it's a snail, a person, or a man carrying a snail shell...

The slimy slug-like man wriggled softly on the ground. Its pupils were replaced by two fleshy tentacles growing from the eye sockets. It had no arms or thighs. The mouth that occupied the lower half of the face was constantly opening and closing. , exposing the jagged tongue and more than 26000 needle-like teeth inside.

Sean's bullet hit its body, sending only sparks.Not a single bullet could hurt it, and when the distance was still two meters away, these approaching bullets were all attached to and slowed down by the gel-like air.

"Being able to control the air to this extent is already equivalent to those who have sublimated."

The old man looked at this scene coldly, and fired all the bullets without hesitation. After he smashed the handle of the gun at the snail man, he dragged the sluggish Sean and started to run wildly.

"Get down!"

the old man yelled.

A violent explosion suddenly sounded from behind, and Sean, who was knocked to the ground, hadn't reacted when he saw his sight blurred, countless golden stars flying around, and a burning, burning pain on his back.

If he hadn't fallen down beforehand, Sean had no doubt that he would have been blown away, and his cervical spine would have broken under the strong impact.

"Compress the air and then release it. It really is an air bomb."

There was a coughing sound.

The same disheveled old man got up, he reached for the cigarette in his pocket, but only took it out: "Sometimes I really envy this kind of thing... The more I look at it, the more helpless I feel, and I hate my mediocrity..."

The crisp laughter of a little girl resounded, and at the center of the explosion, the snail-man flicked the two tentacles in his eye sockets, and slowly approached.

Such a chilling monster actually laughed like an innocent little girl.

Sean felt that his stomach was being tightened. His scalp was numb for no reason and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't move. He just sat stiffly on the ground and watched what happened.

"A civil servant is indeed a civil servant. Boxers and ordinary people are only different in flesh quality in front of this monster."

The old man sighed, patted Sean on the shoulder vigorously, and stood up.

"I won't say nonsense like I'll stop it and you run away. Originally, I thought I'd save at least one of them, but now it looks like we're going to die together..."

The distance between the snail man and them was shortening a little bit, and on the other side of the alley, there were two remaining snail men who did not know when to go around quietly, blocking their last path.

The gunfire outside gradually became rarer.

Sean didn't know whether they had won or not, how many citizens had evacuated, or how many of their colleagues survived in this sci-fi movie-like alien species invasion war.

The only thing he knows.

It's just that I'm about to die...

"What a ridiculous day... am I dreaming?" Sean murmured.

"Living in such a world, who is not dreaming?"

The old man said lightly: "I attacked."

He bent his knees violently, picked up a baseball bat on the ground, and rushed over like a cheetah, his hoarse roar was violent and deafening!
opposite.

The snail man retracted his body into the carapace, and also accelerated, like a heavy armored tank, violently ran over!
"Fucking fucking!!!" Sean couldn't help screaming.

This collision of disparity in size is like hitting an egg with a stone!
The strong wind pressure made Sean almost unable to open his eyes for a moment. Just when he thought the old man would be smashed into mud, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

"..."

Time seemed to stand still.

Noisy! ! !
The snail's movements were stuck a few meters away, and the soft human face under its carapace showed expressions of horror and fear for the first time, but the body was still bound in place by some force, unable to move.

The old man turned around in astonishment. In his sight, a young man in a white combat uniform was standing in front of Sean with a smile, and stretched out his left hand.

"It is you……"

The old man slowly let go of the baseball bat. Just as a smile appeared on his face, it was quickly replaced by unspeakable rage:
"Damn it! Do you know—"

"Three hours ago, 1-003 (the natural disaster red dragon) and 1-009 (the complex equation of Avisariton) broke out of the containment area." The boy interrupted him.

"……what!"

"In order to recontain them, the Humanist Association has paid a very high price, deep, heavy...in a sense."

"How could that red dragon break through the containment room? What a joke! Even if it is the containment that claims to be the Knight King, it is not the same as being imprisoned by that containment room!"

"We have the same thoughts as you, Mr. Nottingham, it's just a pity..."

The young man paused: "It's not just the red dragon that broke through the containment area, but also 1-009 (the complex number equation of Avisariton), when the latter resisted, it almost paralyzed all our realistic logic and thinking. "

"One more thing, Mr. Nottingham. The Humanities Association has dispatched all the mobile forces except the left behind immediately after the successful containment. What you have to do is to organize a retreat and wait for rescue. You are not holding a baseball bat and following the They work hard."

"It's very chivalrous indeed, just."

The boy closed his palms together, and the immobilized snail exploded from the inside in an instant, radiating scarlet, like a balloon bursting:
"It's not wise—"

The remaining two snails also exploded out of thin air at the same time, and countless crumbs of meat fell on the alley like rain.

"If I don't work hard, I can't wait for you to come, children."

The old man subconsciously touched his pocket, and put his hand down in embarrassment halfway through. The young man smiled and handed him a cigarette. The old man looked at him silently for a few seconds, and reached out to take it.

"Habermas," said the old man.

"gentlemen."

"You are no longer a fourth-order sublimator. Although I don't have the talent like you, your eyes are more terrifying than before."

"Fifth level, sir." The young Habermas smiled.

"I will still insist on complaining about you to the [Parliament of 28], Habermas."

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke:
"Although you are trying to stop the two contained objects, this is your duty... Anyway, Habermas, you are late, and this rescue operation was delayed. The deaths of the citizens and my men , This account will always be counted on your heads."

The conversation between the two did not attract much attention from Sean.

Or.

He has completely fallen into sluggishness.

Huge black shadows descended from the sky, like countless black giant whales, using air as water, in groups, carrying out a long and huge migration.

That's not a giant whale—

It's hordes of space battleships! ! !

The metal giants jumped from the battleship to the ground. They were bathed in flames and flickering lightning. Their steel bodies were heavy and towering, with a frightening cold light flowing.

They were densely packed, covering the sky, as if the giant gods among the stars roared down to the mortal world, bringing destruction and majestic murderous intent!
It was like a massacre!

The metal giants easily used lasers, electromagnetic guns, plasma flamethrowers, and anti-gravity weapons to dismember the bodies of monsters, just as they dismembered humans before.

All kinds of powerful weapons that have never been seen before, even like in science fiction movies, are skillfully operated by these giants, and they pour out majestic firepower.Every bang of a heavy gun gathered into the roar of 1 spirits in the sky!
This is a complete victory for humans, but Sean only feels fear.

He stared dazedly at the tall "metal giants" wearing heavy exoskeleton armor, passing through the city at high speed, firing metal storm fragmentation bombs violently, leaving only bloody puddles wherever they went.

The gunshot seemed to drag him into another world.

A very different one.

The world hidden behind the curtain of reality...

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"I'm just a nobody, Mr. Nottingham, don't forget."

Beside Sean, the conversation between the two continued.

The young Habermas didn't take it seriously: "Even if the [28-member council] really wants to punish the dereliction of duty at the Blanc City base, it should be a headache for Dr. Minerva and Dr. Lugar."

"I brought the mobile task force in time, and I saved your life by the way. Even if the respected councilors don't reward me, at least they won't deduct my bonus."

"Heh." The old man sneered and exhaled smoke:

"Wait, there is one more important thing, Habermas."

"What the hell is going on with these damned monsters? Haven't 1-003 and 1-009 been contained by you again? In my impression, those two contained objects don't have any summoning spells."

"Remember the previous warning, Mr. Nottingham... 2-199 (Warlock) also escaped from the containment room. These ghost things are his masterpiece after escaping. I think it is probably for revenge."

Habermas shrugged helplessly:

"1-003 and 1-009 have inexplicably failed to contain them. In order to re-contain them, the Humanities Association invested most of its vitality. Among them, 1-009 distorted most of the reality in Brown City, although the process was interrupted by Dr. Lugar However, 2-199 seized this opportunity and escaped from the base."

"This is not surprising. 2-199 was a well-known archmage before he was alive. After becoming a containment object, his power became even more terrifying."

Habermas scratched his head: "At that time, 2-199 escaped too quickly. Everyone was busy sealing the two containment objects. How could we have time to deal with him? If I read correctly, this should be [-] The great incantation in the form - summoning the gate of the other world."

"But don't worry, the Humanities Association has dispatched the glorious nobles to carry out the task of containing 2-199, immediately! Torture him severely!"

Habermas clapped his hands confidently and smiled at the old man.

"2——199..."

The old man was stunned: "It turns out that these monsters are his fault, but... the nine-type magic spell is really a powerful spellcasting ability..."

Both of them fell silent suddenly.

The old man was smoking a cigarette silently, while Habermas folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the wall of the alleyway, with no expression on his face.

"Before the spell was cast on 2-199, there was actually a small commotion in the urban area. It was two silver esoteric mages and a wild sublimator." In the silence, Habermas suddenly said: "But they almost Dead... Those spells attracted 2-199's attention, you know, he's curious about all spells."

"is it?"

"Then it's been a rough night."

The old man nodded noncommittally.

He snuffed out the cigarette that was about to burn out, exhaled the last puff of smoke, then straightened his dry collar, and strode out of the alleyway.

At this time, the sound outside gradually fell silent.

Whether it was the gunshots of the metal giants or the strange roars of the monsters, they all seemed to freeze and return to silence.

"I left in such a hurry, I also want to tell you about the two mages of the Silver Esoteric Cult... one of them is called Quintus."

Habermas looked at the old man's back and sighed: "Before the 2-199 spell was cast, Quintus killed one of your patrol teams, I don't know how you feel when you hear this... and that one Wild sublimators... Forget it, it's not my turn to have a headache anyway."

He sighed again, looked up at the sky, and prepared to leave the alleyway together.

At this moment.

A rustling sound caught his attention.

"That...excuse me, can I ask?"

Sean in the corner raised his right hand tremblingly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down uneasily:
"What is 2-199? And..."

"Silver Secret Religion."

"...What else?"

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"tell me."

boom! ! !
The two pairs of fists collided together, and the huge forces collided with each other!
Half a second later, Bai Shu remained motionless, but the King Kong-like gorilla wrestling with him had already flown out. Its arm was broken in mid-air, and a dent was visible to the naked eye on the right half of its body.

"The thing wrapped in white cloth."

Bai Shu wiped off the blood on his face, and asked Quintus:

"You call it Containment 2—199?"

(End of this chapter)