Alien Relic Hunter

"Mr. Ke Lan, you mean...these unknown creatures come from inside the Ark?" Maginot trembled and cautiously cast a questioning look at Ke Lan, "Are they...the research institute?"

"The research institute has long existed in name only." Ke Lan said, "If I told you that these 'unknown creatures' are most likely from the Undead Crew, would you believe it?"

"I -" Maginot's eyes looked uncertain. After a while, he said word by word: "I need evidence, enough conclusive evidence."

…

Yagunaktor, core area, joint exploration base, infirmary.

The stooped Thirty-Three was fixed on a cross by several shackles made of polymer material. All the surrounding metal products, even conventional metal appliances that did not contain Nino alloy, were moved outside the room.

"I just injected sixteen times the dose of sedatives, and my physiological signs have stabilized for the time being." Ivan took off his nitrile gloves and placed several used syringes on the tray - these syringes were also specially made, with all the needles They are all made of metal-free special ceramics. Not only the needles, but also the trays, scalpels and some pliers, scissors and other instruments are either polymers or ceramics. There is no trace of metal in the entire medical office.

This is the advice given to Ke Lan by the master of the nest city - the thirty-three ability is to manipulate Nino alloy. This ability comes from a Familia civilization with silicon-based creatures as the main body. This Familia civilization is in the war with the Ability God Familia. Destroyed. But the technology they left behind fell into the hands of Alpha Civilization, which improved it many times and finally debugged this ability to a version that can be integrated with humans. However, because it was too restrictive and did not have good practical effects, the project was finally abandoned by the decision-makers of the Night Watch, leaving only a few sealed laboratories.

It was one of these sealed laboratories that I broke into on the 33rd.

The master of the nest told Ke Lan that Thirty-Three’s ability was initially limited to manipulating specific materials such as Nino alloy. However, if a mutation occurs, the manipulable substances can be extended to most known metal substances. This ability has evolved to the extreme, and can even strip away the iron in the blood and the calcium in the bones. For carbon-based organisms, enemies with such abilities are fatal.

However, the silicon-based civilization that destroyed the belief in alien gods happened to be a clan civilization created by carbon-based organisms.

The technological gap between the two sides is too great. The strongest among the silicon-based civilizations can only control these metal elements from a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, but the latter can launch attacks hundreds of light seconds away. Before he could react, the galaxy where the civilization was located had been completely destroyed.

There is also a huge gap in strength between the Familia civilization and the Familia civilization. Therefore, even if human civilization can really become His Familia, it will most likely end up being destroyed by a Familia of a strange god that is so powerful that it cannot resist.

Although Thirty-Three has not evolved to the extent that it is enough to extract metal elements from the living body, Ke Lan believes that under the stimulation of those illusions, it is likely to break through to the second stage, so he ordered that any metal products are strictly prohibited from coming close to Thirty-Three. Thirteen, in case of accidents.

"Ivan, what do you say? Can Thirty-Three be saved?" Layton lay outside the transparent separation wall and asked loudly.

As a cyborg terraformer, Layton has all kinds of metal parts all over his body. For strength and durability, many of them are made of Nino alloy. Among the people in the hunting group, He was the last person allowed to approach Thirty-Three, so he could only wait outside and worry.

"The situation is not optimistic, but at least it is not life-threatening for the time being." Ivan pushed open the door of the infirmary a little tiredly, walked out, sat down on the steps, and took it out of the pocket of his white coat very smoothly. A ceramic flask, unscrewing the lid and taking a big drink. "As long as Ke Lan is not nearby, his mood will be much more stable... For him, Ke Lan is a very sensitive stressor. This It’s probably related to Ke Lan’s special abilities.”

"I heard from Ke Lan that Thirty-three's current cognition has been completely distorted... In his opinion, Ke Lan is probably that kind of very scary monster... As for us, it's probably because we are weaker, so he He doesn’t feel threatened, so he behaves relatively quietly.”

"That's the only way to explain it... This kind of situation cannot be solved by existing medical methods." Ivan took another sip of wine, "I have studied medicine for most of my life, and I think I am good at biology and anatomy. I have achieved something...but for the 'symptoms' I am encountering now, this knowledge is of no use at all. I can't help but start to doubt whether medicine is still necessary...I can finally understand why the 'Shaojiang Reform' Military doctors commit suicide.”

"Don't be so pessimistic." Layton patted Ivan on the shoulder, "At least it's okay to treat colds and other things... If there was no medicine, we people would have died long ago... Think about primitive society That’s good. If you accidentally scratch your finger, you may die from infection. Now, even some diseases that were considered terminal illnesses in the past can be cured. Isn’t this the meaning of medicine?”

"..." Ivan glanced at Layton in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be able to comfort people."

"Well, this is not comfort, it's just the truth." Layton scratched his head, "Let's just talk about it, if you hadn't helped me with emergency surgery at that time, I would have died under the glacier ruins... As for thirty-three , and those who have been eroded, their symptoms should not be called a 'disease' at all, nor should they be treated by doctors-"

"That's right," Ivan nodded, "Ke Lan also said that if Thirty-three wants to return to normal and regain his sanity, he can only see if he can struggle out of those illusions. External factors can only It plays an auxiliary role... Speaking of which, it is just like a cold. Most cold medicines can actually only relieve the patient's symptoms. If you want to cure a cold, you still have to rely on the patient's own immune system."

After Ivan finished speaking, he handed the wine bottle in his hand to Layton: "Want a sip?"

"Isn't it filled with medical alcohol mixed with water this time?" Leighton took the flask and looked in from the spout with a frown.

"Don't worry, it's pure vodka, made from potatoes as raw material, distilled and filtered many times." Ivan licked the remaining liquor at the corner of his mouth with his tongue and said with endless aftertaste, "If you sell it, you can drink it in one sip. It’s really more than eight thousand credits.”

"Don't say eight thousand, you can do whatever you want." Layton chuckled, "It's a pity that my account has been frozen, so I can only make a white note with you."

After speaking, he brought the wine bottle to his mouth and poured all the remaining liquid in the bottle into his throat in one breath.

"You're too greedy, can't you leave some for me?... Speaking of which, I don't know how Ke Lan and the others are progressing..." Ivan raised his wrist to look at his watch, but suddenly remembered that because the watch contained The metal parts had been removed when entering the infirmary.

"It has been twelve hours since they set off. Judging from the speed of the 'Owl', they should have arrived at Mukah Fortress long ago." Leighton handed back the watch he kept and the empty wine bottle. Ivan said, "Don't worry, if support is needed, Ke Lan will definitely send the news back. Zeluo and Valentina's blasphemers are here. With Mukach's little military strength, he wants to do something It’s impossible for them to do so... There’s no news now, and that’s the best news.”

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Ark, West District 11.

Soap didn't know how far he ran. He only knew that his powered exoskeleton had been scrapped half an hour ago due to excessive load. After taking off the exoskeleton, he relied on his legs again. After running wildly for almost half an hour... Even with the injection of drugs, he felt that his physical strength was approaching the limit.

The legs are as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every time they are lifted up, it is a double test of physiological limits and willpower. The leg muscles are no longer sore due to the accumulation of lactic acid, but have completely lost consciousness. You can no longer feel the pain when the needle is inserted. The only part that still feels is the area above the lumbar spine... His lower body seems to be no longer a part of his body.

Soap felt that he would fall to the ground at any time and never get up again. The vital sign monitoring equipment kept sounding an alarm. He reached into the bag on his waist that was used to hold empty magazines. There were several used syringes stuffed in it. He counted them with his fingers and found that six of them had been knocked out. ...This amount definitely exceeds the danger threshold, and sudden death is not impossible.

But when he thought about what might happen after he was overtaken by those fleshy fungi, Soap would rather die suddenly... As soon as his eyes were closed, all consciousness was immediately lost, which was better than being tortured to death.

Noir's situation is no better than that of Soap. Although the physical training intensity of elite pilots is not weaker than that of infantry, Soap is on the road all year round, while Noir spends 90% of his time sitting down when performing missions. In the cockpit... it may not be obvious for a short time, but as time goes by, Noir's physical disadvantage gradually becomes apparent.

Soap estimated that Noir may have taken more than ten military stimulants. Although they were carrying small doses and diluted specifications this time, the total dose of ten pills added together was enough to be fatal, even if the drug was effective. Even if you are lucky enough not to die after it fades, it will definitely leave serious sequelae.

In severe cases, he may become a vegetative state, and in mild cases, hemiplegia may occur.

Soap once had a comrade who was too nervous and injected an excessive dose of stimulants on the battlefield. As a result, he suffered multiple organ failure. At that time, the field hospital did not have the conditions to transplant artificial organs to him, and it was too late to send him back to the Ark. Soap They could only watch as the soldier who was not injured in the battle died in pain on the hospital bed in the field hospital.

"It seems... this time... I'm really dead." Soap thought to himself. He was speechless. Noir's face was severely distorted, his protruding eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his forehead was The thick veins on his neck and neck popped out, making Soap always feel that these blood vessels would burst in the next second, and then shoot the hot blood ten meters away.

"Do you need help?" The clown did not use any equipment other than an exoskeleton, but the running all the way didn't seem to have any impact on him, and Soap couldn't even hear his breathing.

"Help...huh...help...what...help?" Soap felt that it almost took him half his life to squeeze out such a sentence from between his teeth. As for Noir, he could only stare. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

"Don't worry, there will be no side effects, and you won't turn into monsters." As soon as the clown finished speaking, two finger-thick tentacles came out from under his cloak - Soap noticed that at the end of the tentacles, there was something like a syringe. Needle-like structure.

"Wait, wait, no, don't do it first..." Before Soap could say his refusal, two tentacles shot out, and the sharp and slender needles pierced the backs of Soap and Noir.

Soap had no strength to dodge, and could only let the needle penetrate the skin and muscles, and penetrate into the gap of the spine.

"You...what are you going to do?"

The clown didn't answer his question, but the next second, Soap felt something being injected into his spinal cord. Immediately afterwards, the pain of dying all over his body disappeared without a trace, and even his physical strength was gone. Returned to its peak state... no, even stronger than in its peak state.

There was so much strength in his body that he couldn't use up all of it. Soap even had the illusion that he could blow up everything in front of him with one punch.

He looked at his arms with some surprise. He found that the muscle lines on his arms seemed to have undergone some changes... He felt that if he took a physical test at this time, he should be able to easily break all his previous records. .

"What did you inject me with?" But the surprise only lasted for half a second, and worry and scruples came to my mind, "I... I won't turn into that kind of monster, right?"

"I told you, you won't turn into monsters." The clown shook his head. "The injection given to you is just a biological agent synthesized from special materials. You can understand it as a highly effective stimulant with no side effects. agent.”

"How could stimulants have such an effect? ​​Do you think I have never used stimulants?" Soap took out the empty syringes from the bag and threw them on the ground. "There can be no medicine without any side effects in this world!"

"What if I say this is a stimulant developed by the Alpha civilization? You should know how big the technological gap is between them and us, right?"

"Uh-" Soap was at a loss for words, but in any case, he could really feel the changes in his body. The feeling of accelerated heartbeat and sweating all over the body after injecting stimulants did not appear. When breathing, his lungs The burning pain in my chest also completely disappeared.

Just when Soap was still wondering what the clown had injected into himself, Noir's voice suddenly sounded: "Those things don't seem to be chasing after me... Are we safe?"

"For the time being," the clown said, "as long as we are still in the Ark, we can't get rid of them completely... We have to speed up."

"Now, where are we going?"

"core area."

[P.S. Thanks to book friend 20200502080354376 and book friend 20171209183709947 for the 100 starting coins. 】