The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 339 The Rain Comes ([-])

It sounds a bit irresponsible.

However, there is no way around this, because now, apart from Hannibal's 'super brain', there seems to be no other chance to compete with Ice Bear.

His power is so terrifying that it has reached the highest peak that this plane can bear. All calculations and schemes are useless in front of this giant. When it comes to you, it's a one-hit kill.

Therefore, everyone worked hard to rescue Hannibal. As for whether he can really be resurrected, they can only fight. Anyway, if he cannot be resurrected, the final result is death.

What?You said you kept hiding?

Stop making trouble, with that woman Selina around, it's useless to try to hide anywhere.

So let's not gossip, the chubby uncle sighed helplessly, and at the same time, Quinn also walked to the corpse and pressed his hand on the corpse's head.

"Get ready. I'll count to three."

Hannibal closed his eyes.

"three"

"two"

"One"

In an instant, the uncle collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his soul, and Quinn immediately activated the skill [Rebirth].

However... nothing happened.

Hannibal's body still lay there, unchanged
Everyone was stunned.

"What... what's going on?" Old Joey asked.

Quinn looked at his palm...as if...failed.

"Forehead"

A moment of silence.

Well, this sudden change of painting style is indeed a bit unacceptable, but as I said before, Quinn's [Rebirth] ability can only be used on human bodies that still have consciousness, and Hannibal stuffed his own consciousness After entering the original body. Think about it, his body lost even his heart, and his brain was frozen for several hours. His consciousness probably disappeared after half a second in Natuo's brain.

Therefore, Quinn can only rescue Hannibal when he activates his ability at that moment. The probability of this is very low. It is not only technology, tacit understanding, but also luck.

So, as you can see, the goddess of luck did not seem to favor these people this time.

"What does it mean to fail?" Old Joey not only came over but asked.

"As far as I know, if consciousness is separated from the carrier, it cannot exist. Although it has been said that consciousness floats alone in space, Hannibal probably does not have this ability yet." Shirley said.

"Well, what do you mean?"

"It means that Hannibal is dead, both physically and mentally."

Shirley explained, a breath of despair began to spread among the crowd
Gordon looked at Hannibal's body on the ground stupidly.

"That's... over?"

No one answered. It seemed that all the plans, hopes, and beliefs were thrown to the ground in such a ridiculous way at this moment, and they were trampled to pieces with spikes.

But right now.

A series of footsteps came from behind the crowd. Along with the footsteps, there was also a very incredible voice.

The reason why this voice is inconceivable is that although it is just one sentence, it is a fusion of at least twenty or thirty voices. These voices are said at the same time and in the same tone, but they are said in unison from different people's mouths, forming a whole. A chaotic, but extremely consistent sound.

Quinn had heard this form of voice, long ago, when Hannibal was his enemy
"I knew this method of resurrection was unreliable."

Those voices said, and then, many people appeared at the gate of the factory one after another. Among them, there were old and young, men and women, of different ages and clothes, but they all had the same expression on their faces. That's a kind of faint disgust.

"Are you Han Hannibal?"

Obviously, Gordon had never seen this kind of formation before, he swallowed, and summoned up his courage to ask.

"Of course." Dozens of people said at the same time. At that scene, those who were less courageous probably sat on the ground in fright: "Fortunately, during my period of time, the hive consciousness has improved a little, and I have reserved some spares in advance. body, otherwise, how dare you let you play like this?"

Quinn pinched his waist impatiently: "Okay, okay, of course I know you have a backup, otherwise how could I bet on your life so casually~"

It seemed that she had confidence like that, but her tone was weak: "Then don't talk nonsense, do it again quickly, I didn't use my ability just now, so I can continue. Mmm." She probably swept across the crowd in front of her : "It can continue for more than 30 times, and there will always be one who can succeed."

This time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and no one cared about Quinn's behavior of disregarding the life and death of his teammates.

So without further ado, an old lady walked over first, then fell to the ground with a "crack", and Quinn activated his ability again.

a second later
"Next"

she yelled, and then a homeless man came over again.

In this way, more and more people fell to the ground, and Quinn no longer had any psychological pressure, and used [New Life] again and again. Anyway, in this warehouse, Quinn and thirty or so Hannibals started to line up at night. Needles' game.

And just to be on the safe side, after more and more people were lying on the ground, Hannibal was afraid that the thirty or so people would be no more than Quinn tossed about, so he dispersed his thinking and recruited more people to fill the inventory. .

And while all this was going on in an orderly manner, more than ten kilometers away, the top floor of the dilapidated municipal building.

Because of Selina's momentary upset, there are no living things here, and because of the white bear's jump, the whole building seemed to be bombed by missiles, half of the walls fell off, and all the rooms inside were exposed to gloomy. in the darkness of night.

Selina and Ice Bear are in this dilapidated building at the moment, looking at a portable computer that still has power on the table.

On the computer screen, there is a map of the city. Among the dense street charts, a small red dot is flickering gently.

"The outskirts, the riverside around the city, judging by the geographical location, it should be a processing factory or warehouse." Selina said.

"Could it be a trap?" Ice Bear asked.

Selina shook her head: "It hasn't been moved for three hours. The monitor is implanted in the fundus. They don't have time to check it, and it's impossible to have surgery to remove it."

"That is to say."

"In other words, if you go now, you can press them all to death."

Selina smiled and said, above the sky, the clouds collided lightly, sending out the first lightning that tore through the night.

It illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated Selina's bright red dress and beautiful face.

In an instant, the rain poured down.

(End of this chapter)