Human account is forced to full level

She seemed to have synchronized all the experiences she had with Rick before. Those that made her shy were originally her own experiences. The feeling of loving Rick gave...

At this moment, Shubi felt the feeling called "community death" in the "heart" of human beings.

And many other unspeakable emotions.

"Hey, why are you suddenly quiet?" Saitama asked strangely.

"Snapped!"

Shubi began to pat Saitama's bald head vigorously without saying a word, and her fair little face was so red that she didn't even look like an Ex-Machina.

"Eh? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

"Crack bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!

"Hey! I told you not to pat me on the head. If you pat me again, I will get angry!"

In the originally silent wilderness, there was more noise.

......

And at the same time, in a dark space.

On a virtual three-dimensional projection screen, the entire experience about an Ex-Machina and a human is being played in a loop.

Around it, there are countless Ex-Machinas sitting in rows and watching quietly, and...

From time to time, someone turned their heads silently.

The shy old man blushed.

Then he turned back and continued to watch intently.

What the other races didn't know was that on this day, the Ex-Machina race group didn't have any emotions.

Know what is "love".

Chapter 11: Bald humans are really scary

"Huh, huh—what's the matter with that bald guy?"

On the wilderness, in the lee of a boulder, a figure suddenly appeared.

The orc captain clutched his fractured right arm in several sections, panting against the boulder, some blood leaked from the cracks in the mask, and then perhaps feeling aggrieved, he suddenly hammered the boulder behind him with his left hand.

"boom!"

The tyrannical force directly caused a pit to appear, and then cracks spread all over the surface of the boulder like a spider's web.

At this time, more than a dozen figures appeared here following closely behind.

"Are they all here?"

The orc captain withdrew his fist, looked around at the wounded companions, and asked.

"Everyone is here, no one will be left behind."

"That's it..." Looking at his companion, the orc captain was silent for a while, "I didn't expect that guy to really let us go, what is this, does he look down on us?"

Recalling that I turned on [Blood Bad] to attack the opponent before, but was directly slapped into the ground by the opponent, and by the way, all the other team members were slapped into the ground at the same time in an instant, the orcs felt that they were It seems to be dreaming.

Even though I was shocked afterwards, and directly relied on the self-healing ability that increased dozens of times after turning on the blood damage to recover from the injury, broke free from the humanoid pit, and other companions who also recovered the state immediately, With a tacit understanding, they unanimously launched a crazy attack on the bald man with a stunned look and a little surprise.

But the fact is that it is hopeless. The other party didn't even move at the beginning, and they just endured their stormy supersonic continuous attacks without any defense.

He even scratched his cheek excessively.

After turning on blood damage and breaking through the physical limit, the foul-like physical fitness has been improved nearly a hundred times in all directions, so that even if the orcs are not good at using elf power, they can still have enough strength to face other races with strong military strength. self-preservation power.

Regardless of spirit power, in terms of melee melee combat, the Beastmen even have the confidence to suppress the god-killing weapons of the upper race - the Flügel, and they are proud of it.

But now, the orc captain had doubts about it.

Did they really push the limits of physics?

The guy who called himself Saitama, after standing and enduring their attack for a full minute, said something that they will never forget.

"You guys are pretty fast."

Without any contempt, sarcasm or provocation, it seems to be just a plain statement of a fact.

Then, the figures disappeared instantly in front of their foul-like dynamic eyesight.

Almost in the next moment, the teammates who could no longer bear the overloaded physical burden caused by turning on the blood damage all fell into a new hole at the same time.

Only the orc captain subconsciously avoided that terrifying fist with his unconventional intuition.

At that time, he seemed to have heard a slightly surprised sound, and then accompanied by a burst of crushing pain in his right arm, which could not be relieved by dozens of times the self-healing ability, his eyes went dark.

"hiss."

Thinking of this, the orc captain felt more pain in his right arm. Fortunately, he recovered part of the injury before exiting the state of blood damage, otherwise Xiaoyou would probably have to be disabled.

"Captain, I didn't smell that guy's scent, and he didn't catch up. It seems that he really planned to let us go."

A lightly injured orc appeared, reporting the situation of the reconnaissance after the break.

This made the orc captain's eyes more complicated, he murmured in a low voice.

"Shame on the warrior."

"The captain, we are going to fight back now, is it a shame?" A team member suddenly raised his hand and asked.

In an instant, the atmosphere at the scene fell silent.

"The weather is nice today."

"Yes, yes, suitable for drying clothes."

"Speaking of which, are you hungry? I have jerky here."

"Oh, my ears are suddenly a little bad, and I can't hear anything clearly."

"Next time, definitely next time."

For a moment, everyone looked at the sky and the earth with erratic eyes, opened their eyes and talked nonsense, and some of them even whistled.

Only the honest man was left blankly confused.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, let's all go back now, we have to report this incident, and let the adults at the decision-making level judge."

The orc captain waved his hands tiredly and gave an order.

He also didn't mention anything about calling back.

But this is not cowardice, it just happens to be injured and in a bad state.

"By the way, captain, is that guy really human?" Candide suddenly asked again.

"...I don't know, but it looks the same as those monkeys I've seen before...human beings, the only difference is that." The orc captain said after thinking about it.

"Probably bald."

"Oh, so that's it, can this race become so strong as long as they are bald?"

The honest man rubbed his hair with his fingers, his face under the mask thoughtful.

from this day.

The beastman race had a huge misunderstanding of the human race.

Even after thousands of years, the weak humans couldn't understand why the orcs subconsciously blew their hair like that when they saw the bald head between them.

"Well, bald humans are really scary."

The surrounding team members also nodded in agreement, but the orc captain suddenly let out a light snort, raised his head to look in a certain direction, and twitched his nose.

"A distance of 300 to [-] meters, two humans passed by on beasts."

"Damn it! Do they have hair?"

The team members were shocked instantly. They now have some psychological shadows on the human race, even if they thought humans were no different from beasts that could not resist.

But that bald fist made too much of an impression on them.

"I could smell the flakes in their hair, a man and a woman, both had thick hair."

"Phew, that's good... the captain, shall we kill them?"

"...Ignore it, hurry up."

After hesitating for a while, the orc captain replied.

After all, he was let off by that man just now, and his companions survived well. Now, he is a little unwilling to take the initiative to attack the human race.

After looking at each other in blank dismay, the team members nodded silently.

However, what they didn't know was that at this moment, a city in the sky named Abant Heim was passing above their heads completely invisible.

"Ah, it's a big loss, meow, everyone's strength has been exhausted this time, so I have to be honest for a while, meow."

Azrael, who was still in a baby state, was suspended in an energy ball full of recovery spells in the air, continuously absorbing the elven power stored in the space in the city to replenish her depleted body.

From a distance, it looks like a loli sitting cross-legged trapped in a big glowing ball.

But it doesn't matter, because there are a lot of such "big balls" around.

And as Azrael complained, the little Flügel who were concentrating on recovering their energy all started chirping.

"Is that guy really human? I chopped off his head with a sickle and didn't even leave a trace."

"I cut off the neck. For such a strong man, the head left behind must be a good collection, but that guy didn't even respond."

"Me too. I kept bombarding him with large-scale spells in the sky, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to me. Later, when I hit him with the sky strike, that guy looked up at me, so angry."

"Yes, yes, it's really strong. I really want to cut off his head as a collection, but I can't."

"Are all humans so strong?"

"No, humans are all monkeys, scum."

"And what about that guy?"

"He doesn't count, he, he, he's a bald human being."

"Oh I got it."

The body is temporarily infantilized, and even the mental state is temporarily childish. At the same time, you don't know what you are talking about, and you seem to be noisy.

And little Azrael also showed a helpless expression when looking at her infantile companions, and secretly raised the output power of their Sky City's concealed magic circle to a higher level.

This magic circle was used for the first time since the birth of the Flügel species. In the past, they used to open the city of the sky openly and aboveboard, rampant everywhere in the sky of this planet, and no race had ever dared to provoke it.

Fortunately, when everyone was building Avant Heim together, someone was interested in decorating it, otherwise the current situation would be even more dangerous.

After adjusting the concealment circle, Azrael breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her head to look at Jibril who had been silent for some reason in the other "big ball" beside her.

"Little Jibril, meow, are you okay? My sister was very worried about your meow before."

An idiot-like expression suddenly appeared on the little face, and little Azrael hid her worries in her heart, and began to smile and try to control the energy ball she was staying in, and approached the opponent.

And after Jibril looked up at her, she finally spoke, but she didn't answer the question.

"That guy, there is no elf corridor in his body."

"Eh?" Azrael was stunned for a moment, and even stopped secretly controlling the approach of the energy ball, "How is it possible, on this planet, as long as it is a living creature, its body is more or less People with spirit corridors, even humans who cannot use spirit power..."

"Could it be from another world? But just the huge energy needed to stay here all the time, even the gods can hardly afford it, let alone such a strong guy, it's strange... .”

Azrael bit her fingernails, lost in thought.

And Jibril glanced at the lower part of the city in the sky without any trace. The orcs who sneaked in and attacked them before were there, and they were all seriously injured.

Only by controlling the spells arranged in this sky city and directly washing the ground with energy cannons, can they be easily killed and take revenge for their previous offenses.

But Jibril was indifferent.

Because in the concept of the Flügel, those guys are the prey of Saitama just like them, and since Saitama let both of them go at the same time, they have no right to take the initiative to take action against them, let alone the so-called revenge.

Just ignore it.

So what Jibril is paying attention to now is not them at all, but the other two humans not far away.

One of them, like Saitama, does not have a spirit corridor in his body.

"...Forget it, next time."