Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

No one knows how this plane came from, and no one knows who the two sides who fought in this place are, but everyone who comes here can see the same scenery, the **** sky, soaked in The **** ground, the poisonous air, the broken weapons and armors, except for the corpses, looked like they had just ended the war.

So the name here is the ancient battlefield. The war of unknown age is still going on in this world in some form. Xie Zhifei just took a few steps forward, and when he turned around, the passage behind him disappeared.

But he didn't have the energy to care about that, because he had a bigger problem, those corpses that disappeared. In the blood-colored fog, a vaguely-shaped monster came out. That blood-red, hula-like ambiguity is like peeling off a person's skin and leaving only muscles and other tissues. And the strange body structure of the monsters makes the already difficult species even more indistinguishable.

There seem to be many kinds of them, from the human-shaped beheading at the beginning to a monster like a four-armed warrior, there are more or less differences between them, not only the limbs, but also the physique, organs and even the way of attack. The differences are difficult to make people generalize them into the same species.

It was another shot that nailed the headed monster to the ground, and Xie Zhifei was finally able to catch his breath. A wave of nearly 30 monsters have all died under the gun in his hands. Although it was formed by the fog, they seemed to still maintain the organs and dead spots in front of them. If they were fatally wounded by a blow, they would fall to the ground and disperse as a new fog.

The monsters probably only have the skills of this SWAT team member, and Xie Zhifei has not learned any special skills or abilities. But Xie Zhifei's battle was not easy. If nothing else, the weapons in the entire space of the code are highly poisonous, and most people will lose their nourishment due to blood coagulation within ten minutes.

Fortunately, this kind of poison that directly acts on blood is what Xie Zhifei is best at dealing with. The black smear on the tip of the spear is a silent poison, which is constantly converging with the flow of blood. There is even a damage bonus effect when attacking, maybe you can play like this in future battles.

However, this kind of thought disappeared in a flash. Carrying toxins in the blood for a long time is not strange but suicide. No matter how good you are, there is no way to be completely immune to toxins, and this kind of one-sided Not to mention fighting. In that stalemate battle, the need to separate out an experience to suppress toxins or something is itself the way to die.

As Xie Zhifei slaughtered thirty monsters, the blood mist in the air faded away, and a small open space appeared beside him, but Xie Zhifei saw the mist tumbling a few meters away that became thicker and brighter. , but there is no sense of relief in my heart. The next moment they rushed up, the battle had to start again.

The blood mist didn't give Xie Zhifei much time, and the interval between converging and dispersing for the second time was only twenty minutes. At the same time, more fog nightmares rushed forward. The monsters congealed by the blood mist were still blurred and incomplete. , without sanity and thought action, fighting and fighting is their only ability.

The gun head brought a black Xie Zhifei to greet him again. Those who are particularly familiar with him will find that the gun body in his hand has become more solid and gorgeous. The rough gun Pi is now considered a semi-finished product. The barrel of the gun is straight and round, with smooth lines, and a small ring appears behind the gun blade. Although it is not obvious and does not look good, it can at least prove that the gun has been forged at the beginning and started to be added. degree of pattern. Xie Zhifei was more familiar with it.

And the fog nightmares who fell under his gun are also proving this.

"Bang——" The last shot slammed down heavily, not only smashing away a large piece of fog nightmare that was missing from the left chest in front of him, but also directly smashing the wet soil soaked with blood on the ground. The gray-white hard slate below a few centimeters was smashed with dust.

Xie Zhifei, who was holding the gun, gasped loudly. Although he looked indecent, he didn't have time to make any demands on his appearance. This most rustic and ugly way can make his body replenish at the fastest speed and relieve the accumulation of lactic acid in the muscles. And being able to breathe the air without any poisonous gas when the blood mist dissipated was also a pleasure in itself.

This is already the twelfth wave, and the sea of ​​fog has receded ten meters away, but it still rolls in silence, just like the beginning, pressing the heavy pressure on people's hearts. Xie Zhifei's hand subconsciously rubbed the barrel of the gun, and in less than 20 minutes, the blood mist would come up again, bringing the thirteenth wave of fog nightmare.

Don't know how many there will be this time? With this thought in mind, he waved the gun in his hand, and the viscous black liquid was thrown out from the tip of the gun, and fell to the ground like oil, making an unpleasant corrosion sound. The purple earth was corroded to reveal the pale slate below.

The number of monsters that come up each time is random, from ten to fifty. Like Liyan said, the strength of the monsters is constantly rising. In the twelve waves just now, the overall strength is About 1.5 floors up. Although it looks slow, it is actually rising.

And Xie Zhifei didn't know how much he had to kill before he could get the ink Lily needed. One drop was a good idea. If he keeps growing at this rate, there will always be times when he can't beat him... Then he shook his head again, before he couldn't beat him, he must have died of exhaustion. Physical strength is the biggest hurdle.

Then the blood mist in the distance surging towards him approached, Xie Zhifei raised the front of the factory in his hand, lunged forward, and the tip of the spear pointed down. Get ready for the next offensive.

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Chapter 10 Grinding Teeth

"Prepare to start the projection." The old woman stood by the ink pool. After she spoke, the men in white behind her spread out like wings, and each rushed to their place by the pool. Throwing the various materials in his hand into the pool or into the pool, runes light up one after another, and the ink that appeared around Xie Zhifei and Po Jun began to boil, and the clouds were confused.

The thick pale white mist condensed from the black ink, but did not diffuse out of the ink pool, and gradually became so thick that it was almost invisible. The two people's waists and chests lit up almost at the same time, one green and the other light blue.

Those were some decorations that were added when the equipment was taken away from the two at the beginning. Although Xie Zhifei and Po Jun who brought them did not know what they were used for, it did not prevent them from playing a good role now.

"Projection begins." Like a report, the jade stones on the chests of the two of them suddenly blazed, and slowly converged in one place. The thick fog in front of them seemed to have turned into a projector screen. In the rolling clouds and mist, A clear image began to emerge, and what the image showed was the battle between Xie Zhifei and Po Jun, who had only a vague outline left in the clouds.

"Hi--" Another breathless voice sounded from the shore. Almost at the same time, everyone turned their attention to the light and shadow on Po Jun's side. Although Po Jun's unreasonable slaughtering speed could be seen from the rapidly produced ink, but when they saw that situation directly, It still exceeded people's expectations.

He didn't even wait for the fog to generate the fog nightmares wave by wave. One after another, the fog nightmares were completely like fragile spider silks in front of him, and he couldn't even stop the army's advance. Like human-shaped tyrannosaurs and bulldozers, as he walked, the ground shattered, and one after another, fog nightmares that were twisted into strange shapes fell from the sky to the ground. It was like being thrown into a concrete mixer for two hours.

But even the speed of breaking the army should not be so fast! At least I have to wait for the refresh of the fog nightmare, just like Xie Zhifei on the side. But from the beginning, everyone discovered that unlike Xie Zhifei, the ink that broke the army was only produced at a constant speed, not in waves. How did he do that?

Then they saw such a scene. After crushing the last fog nightmare, the thick blood fog retreated, but Po Jun rushed forward at a faster speed! He took the initiative to rush into the blood mist! Break time? Save your stamina? Poisonous? It seemed to him that none of these things existed. He had no intention of going according to the original rhythm of the ancient battlefield!

After he rushed in, the surging of the blood mist was almost stagnant at this moment, as if time had stood still for a moment, and then the whole blood mist surging frantically as if it was boiling, one after another fog nightmares were generated in the fog. , rushed towards Po Jun, but it was useless, they would be shattered before their attack reached Po Jun's side. Not only the fog nightmare, but even the fog without the nightmare itself is also dissipating in the attack of breaking the army!

Just when everyone was immersed in the extremely violent offensive of Po Jun, the screen on Xie Zhifei's side suddenly lit up, the light blue light turned yellow, and jumped to bright yellow. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads, Xie Zhifei on the screen was gasping for breath, a deep scratch under the left rib like a child's mouth split open, the flesh turned up, and blood was overflowing. And with his hands clenched, he stabbed a blood-red thing to the ground.

"Second-level fog nightmare, speed type." Even after Po Jun made such a breathtaking scene, Tianhu, who was in charge of observing Xie Zhifei's situation, still did not waver, and carefully observed every detail. The transition of the light just now was obviously because of this thing.

Time went back to a minute ago, Xie Zhifei took a deep breath and looked at the fog in front of him, knowing that the next wave of battle was about to begin. Sure enough, with the pungent smell pouring into the trachea, it was the fog nightmares who were pounced on with their claws and claws. With a flick of the spear, the spear slammed across in an arc, swaying a fan-shaped space. Wherever the spear blade passed, the three fastest rushing fog nightmares were directly cut in the waist, and the upper body of the six-piece fog nightmare still bared its teeth It rushed forward a few meters before dispersing.

Such a scene could not have any other influence on the fog nightmare behind them, they charged towards Xie Zhifei firmly and unmoved. Xie Zhifei sighed, and then charged forward as well. The spear in his hand stabbed out like an iron tree exploding a silver flower. The tip of the spear followed the rhythm of the spear body and exploded a large blood-colored flower. Only the fog nightmare was pierced through the chest.

Landing, dragging the gun, reflexing, stabbing. Before he reached out, a giant fog nightmare about three meters tall raised his hands above his head, and was about to drop a punch. Xie Zhifei's spear had already killed him. Although he was huge, his clumsy movements made it impossible for him to avoid Xie Zhifei who twisted into his chest like a swimming fish, and then the red spear pierced through his chest.

However, this fog nightmare did not disperse immediately. The blood fog formed it even showed the original strong vitality of this creature again. Although the heart was penetrated, it did not die immediately, but instead He suddenly took a step forward, and used his chest to clamp Xie Zhifei's spear even tighter.

Then at this moment, a gust of icy wind came directly from behind Xie Zhifei, Xie Zhifei reacted suddenly, but it was too late. Xingfeng's path forward, but with the sound of broken cloth, he still felt a pain in his side. A wound was torn open, and the wound that was still a few centimeters away actually produced the effect of two cuts. The flesh at both ends split open by itself, expanding the opening to about ten centimeters.

But Xie Zhifei's eyes were fixed on the 'fishy wind' in front of him! It was a blood-red monster. Unlike ordinary fog nightmares, the whole body was already made of viscous liquid. The body is only less than half a meter long, and like an orangutan, he uses his front legs to raise his upper body. Xie Zhifei can even see the murder and cunning in his small mouse-like eyes.

Mist Nightmare lifted his left limb, and it was the one that slid through Xie Zhifei's left rib just now. Its two front limbs had completely transformed into two huge blades, and he was licking the blood on his left limb. The recurve joints bounced like fleas, and the whole monster flew towards Xie Zhifei like a cannonball. The sharp blade made an astonishing chill and a sharp piercing sound in the air, but Xie Zhifei, who was already prepared, sideways dodged the attack. .

"Boom--" The bomb-like fog nightmare slammed into the other fog nightmare, and the sharp blades of both limbs instantly penetrated the fog nightmare's chest, turning it into a cloud of fog that spread. Just when it landed and was about to attack again, Xie Zhifei's spear had already pierced it in place.

Watching the monster at the tip of the gun slowly melt like a candle, and the purple-red plasma seeps into the ground, Xie Zhifei's face turned ugly again.

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Chapter Eleven Stubborn!

Xie Zhifei gritted his teeth, and with each inhalation and exhalation, black blood pulled out of sight from his white teeth, like viscous oil or something similar. Let the normal and simple action of breathing become extremely bloody.

The cold gas filled the lungs with the trachea, bringing a burning sensation. The entire lungs seemed to be burned through by the flames. every corner. The long gun in his hand has completely turned black and red.

The fierce battle gave him no time to separate the venom that entered the blood with his breath. The venom and the blood were thoroughly mixed together, making the shape of the spear in his hand very blurry, and even the gap between the solid and the liquid was blurred. Boundaries are hard to guarantee. In the black-red barrel, one bubble after another kept popping up and bursting when it touched the gun wall. The entire spear has a violent temperature like lava, and the mixed venom also gives the gun blade a strong corrosion effect, making the blade even more sharp. It can be said that the current Xie Zhifei is unprecedentedly weak, but also unprecedentedly powerful.

The body's self-healing function and self-regulation ability are almost exhausted, and only the thyroid, thymus and adrenal glands are frantically secreting stimulants to keep the body excited. His body's own stimulant was so strong that it could be called a toxin.

There have been news reports that someone lifted a bus during a car accident, or to protect his son and grandson, lifting a weight that could not be lifted by a human being. But without exception, all such people died, and their bodies were found to have a large amount of toxins after the autopsy. These toxins are what is now flowing in Xie Zhifei's blood vessels, a mixture of those high-concentration stimulants. They stimulated human muscles to exert unimaginable power in an instant, killing humans themselves after that.

It sounds like it doesn't make any difference, just delaying death by an instant, but that instant can change a lot of things. What Xie Zhifei is doing now is to prolong this moment as long as possible. Because of this, he has the opportunity to let the existence standing opposite him die first!

The world was still silent, the blood-colored mist fluttered irregularly, but the purple-purple soil under Xie Zhifei's feet had completely disappeared together with the blood and water contained in it, and the gray-white slate under his feet was also full of huge potholes and sword marks. There's just been a fierce battle here in Zhaoxing

And at a position less than ten meters away from him, a burly figure two meters away stood quietly, with black armor, a black sword, and a black aura permeating his body, even the blood mist did not dare to approach him, as if once approached All around him would be swallowed up by the darkness around him.

Xie Zhifei wasn't even sure if he was a fog nightmare, because the gap between him and those condensed from gas and liquid was too great. In the fight just now, Xie Zhifei slammed into the opponent's left hand with a heavy punch at the expense of letting the two red spears cut from left to right, but he could only leave a piece on the armor of the opponent in the golden iron exchange. One centimeter deep hole. Sturdy is simply outrageous! .

And he himself received a solid heart-warming punch, and he could even feel that the three ribs on his right chest had a few cracks due to this punch. But these don't matter much anymore, because if he can't solve it, he doesn't have to think about the next thing at all. When a person is about to starve to death, he is not qualified to consider whether the dinner he eats will cause him to lose a few years of his life.

The confrontation continued for a few more seconds. Xie Zhifei could feel his head getting heavier and heavier, and the scenery began to fade. He began to understand that this was a precursor to his brain being paralyzed. If this goes on, he must fall first. So he has to move!

In fact, even Tianhu, who was standing outside, didn't expect Xie Zhifei to do anything, because according to their estimation of Xie Zhifei's ability at the beginning, he should have fallen three minutes ago, but he persisted for three more minutes. That is, he persisted for more than three hours in the ancient battlefield! This is already something that is difficult to explain with the concept of perseverance.

What's more, the fog nightmare standing in front of him has completely entered the third level in terms of level, and can completely crush Xie Zhifei from all aspects. Everyone was prepared that Xie Zhifei would give up and quit at any time, but he still persisted staggeringly. Even the blood he spat out was already black, but he still persisted.

Even Xie Zhifei didn't quite know why he was standing here, but he still wanted to persevere. There are many reasons, it may be because before you come here, please hold on to Liyan's sentence for a long time, it may be because you know you won't die, so you want to polish your ability, or it may be because of a picture in the depths of memory. . In a small yard, there was an old man drinking tea, a wooden barrel bubbling with steam, a boy grinning in pain, and a girl humming by the barrel.

He didn't know what the result would be if the candidate of Suzi didn't succeed, but after seeing Tumi's state and making some associations, he could also draw some conclusions. Xie Zhifei didn't know whether Lily wanted to be a nephew or not. After the husband left, he didn't see that cute little loli. But Xie Zhifei wants to help her, at least if she can become and wants to become, she can have such a chance. And for this reason, he could risk his life, because when he wanted a chance to live, someone gave him this chance.

So he stabbed out, staggered and handed out the gun in his hand as if he was drunk, and his feet staggered, like a child holding a huge wooden stick or a heavy sword, unable to command like an arm, only Can move forward with the weapon. The cadence of the broken steps is extremely fast, but the route is extremely chaotic. But it happened to be extremely fast, and the distance of more than ten meters disappeared instantly under his feet.

But it was the gun handed out by the crooked footsteps, but it was so straight, like a shock! !

The black fog nightmare handed out a sword, and the huge epee sword like a door board drove the fog to surge, like waving a cloud. The sword was pressing, but Xie Zhifei, who was walking with the gun, leaned forward as if he couldn't hold the gun, dodging the sword that blocked his waist. Without waiting for the fog nightmare to retract the sword and return to the defense, he took another step, twisted the gun body with his left hand, and released his right hand, blasting a stunning gun flower, from bottom to top, against the dragon rising to the sky. Straight stabs Mist Nightmare chest.