Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 369 God Servant in Armor

The weapon of the No. [-] landing craft has aimed at the tentacles that are floating in this direction. From the monitoring screen of the Greek, it can also be seen that the five tentacles have been framed by a red circle that symbolizes "locking". , although their flight speed is constantly increasing, the response speed of the fire control system is faster than them.

"Fire!"

The moment the five tentacles entered the effective range, the captain directly gave the command to fire, and the four 25mm cannons started firing at the same time.The ammunition belt of the machine gun is equipped with a tracer bullet every four rounds. These tracer bullets pull out dazzling streamers of light in the dark background of space, and go straight to the tentacles.

"Hit! Hit! Hit all!"

The tentacles didn't seem to have the intention of avoiding the machine gun fire. All five tentacles were shot in the first round of shooting. Under the tearing of the huge kinetic energy carried by the bullets, these tentacles like clusters of flowers were scattered in all directions.

"Successful?" A bad premonition suddenly flashed in the captain's heart—at this moment, these separated tentacles accelerated again, and while spraying a large number of spores, they shot towards the landing craft and the Greek airship come!

"Target split! The number of observable targets is 87... no, it's 89... the number of targets is still rising! One hundred and six... 110 three..." the gunner in charge of operating the fire control system of the landing craft shouted, "lock on But come! Our firepower network can no longer stop them!"

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Inside the "Sick Village" space station, Area B.

Ke Lan still wanted to ask the woman something, but suddenly there was a sharp and piercing noise from the loudspeaker installed on the height of the scaffolding, followed by an incomprehensible speech.

Ke Lan made a careful distinction. It seemed to be a prayer composed of multiple languages. It has been seen on the stone tablets unearthed in many ruins, but it is difficult to accurately translate the original text written in the Alpha language into a text that humans can understand. Where interpretations vary widely.

And this prayer chanted on the radio is even more so. Not only is the level of words and sentences extremely low, but there are also many self-contradictions in the content. As for the grammatical errors-sorry, it is made up in seven or eight different languages ​​like this The Stitch Monster, perhaps shouldn't judge the grammatical issues in it.

To those who don't know it, it may sound a bit pretentious, but to Ke Lan, apart from being funny, there is probably only empathy embarrassing enough to dig a toe on the ground. up.

But the woman's complexion suddenly changed, and she subconsciously wanted to break away from Ke Lan's hand on the back of her neck.

"What's the matter?" Ke Lan asked with some puzzlement—not only this woman, but everyone else felt as if they were on the verge of a formidable enemy after hearing the broadcast. They all got up from the bed, lowered their heads, and squeezed their heads tightly. Fits snugly against the shelf.

Only the miners who arrived at the space station with Ke Lan and the others were still looking around at a loss, not knowing what happened.

"Hurry up and let me go back! Otherwise, if Lord 'Servant of the Gods' sees it, you will be finished too!" The woman said anxiously.

"'Servant of God'? Is it a person of higher rank than 'Father'?" Ke Lan let go of the woman and asked.

"That's someone who directly serves a great god, and he doesn't come to residential areas on weekdays at all..." The woman's body trembled slightly, as if out of fear, "You'd better pray that you won't be chosen by him. "

After she finished speaking, she quickly turned back to the upper bunk, and knelt on the bunk like everyone else.

Someone who directly serves a great god?Don't live in a residential area on weekdays?Ke Lan couldn't help but took a deep breath. Could it be that this "servant of God" lived with that creature called "Great God" by the local residents?
So it seems that the "great gods" they believe in can communicate with humans?Or to put it another way, this "great god" is the real ruler of this space station?
The so-called "servants of the gods", "priests" and those "second-generation citizens" are its direct subordinates. As for the residents of the "sick village", they should be its "people".

No, it's not just the "people"... These people at the bottom may be its "food reserves".

Just when Ke Lan was thinking this way, the "God Servant" that the woman said had already entered the residential area with several attendants in black cloaks.

What surprised Ke Lan was that the leading "God Servant" was actually wearing an old-fashioned power armor.If Ke Lan is not mistaken, this should be a "Bronze Hammer VI" that has been discontinued 40 years ago. The paint on the outer layer of the armor has been completely peeled off, and every movement of the wearer will make the rusty The joints creaked toothache—it was a miracle that the power armor could move.

Of course, the second possibility is not ruled out - the engine of this power armor has long been scrapped, and this large iron lump weighing nearly one ton was completely propped up by the man wearing the armor.

Ke Lan noticed that many places on the surface of the power armor were covered with carrion-like fungi.Under the erosion of these fungi, this power armor looks like a sunken ship that has been soaked in the sea for many years and has just been fished out.Especially at the joints of the neckline, wrists, and waist shaft, these fungi even grow carapace-like cuticles on the outside, and the kind of vines that are attached to the bottom of the ship and make the scalp tingle just by looking at them. The pots are very similar.

Ke Lan even wondered if these fungi grew from the person inside the armor... or, in other words, the "creature" inside the armor.

[PS Let me tell you about the update of hip stretching in the past few days: The house in my community has been built for seven years, and we have lived in it for five or six years. It has been many years, and then a week ago, the residents on the 20th floor upstairs suddenly started to renovate (I live on the 17th floor)... The sound of hammers hitting the wall and electric drills continued from [-]:[-] in the morning to almost [-]:[-] in the evening. I can almost feel the whole building shaking with the electric drill, and I have to roar to hear my parents talking at home.

Then when I coded, my scalp kept trembling, and my head was in chaos...

Basically, I can’t write anything during the day, and what I write is a bunch of typos, messy word order, and the plot is so bad that I can’t stand it myself, and then I can only write after 11 o’clock in the evening, and my typing speed is relatively slow. That kind of thing, basically you have to write until 12:[-], and then you want to catch up on sleep during the day, and the electric drill hammer starts again at [-] o'clock... This vicious cycle continues, and the whole person is about to suffer from nervous breakdown...

At present, several owners and property owners have been negotiating with each other, but the owner of the 20th floor has been refusing to show up. There are a lot of people in the WeChat group every day. Let's go to the owners...and, in a sense, they seem to be doing this within the time frame allowed by law...

In short, it is a headache now, a headache in both physical and mental senses... I hope everyone can understand. 】

(End of this chapter)