Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

Countless pipes are entrenched on the dark barrel, and twelve thick brackets support it, which makes everyone tremble.

"How about you just admit defeat?" Rosenberg's voice came from the barrel.

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Chapter 73 The Seeds

Galava conceded defeat, and the snake mark caused a lot of damage to the Annihilation Star Cannon, but when the energy on the pipe began to flow, he couldn't help but turn pale. Even if this thing has only 30% of its power left, it is definitely not something he can carry.

Although it is not the same as the name, it feels like a domineering name because of its own power. Although because of its bulky size and slow charging and firing speed, the Star Cannon has slowly withdrawn from this weird battlefield. But its fame is something that no one will forget. It is the first god-slaying vanguard in the human sense that was entirely built by oneself.

Although there are still occult substances involved in its composition, the principles and theories are completely scientific. When fully charged, the beam gamma rays bound by the super Tesla coil can simulate the gamma ray to a very small extent. Horse ray burst. Even if it can't reach a one-millionth restoration, even if it's only a little bit, this kind of attack that can wipe out the entire galaxy is still not something that can be hard to bear.

No matter how limited the attack speed, attack range, or effective distance are, in terms of pure attack power, it has already been able to kill those legendary gods. The name of the god-killing vanguard is by no means empty talk.

After Galava admitted defeat, the Annihilation Cannon turned into pieces again, leaving only a pale, fat little Rosenberg standing there. The situation of this first battle as the opening can be said to be ups and downs, from the rolling start that everyone thinks is disdain to the layer after layer of surprises being revealed, the entanglement of pythons, python cannons and the last The amazing roaming python, Galawa's surprise is not a big one. Can be close or far, the powerful body, the conspiracy that dominates the general trend, and the seemingly irresistible snake mark, all make people can't help but imagine that the person standing opposite him is himself, can he win the same?

But no matter how good he performed, the winner of this match was that pale fat little man, Yanxing Cannon! Although it has now been re-turned into a pile of fragments, in everyone's eyes, there is only the huge barrel of the Tesla coil, which is surrounded by countless blood vessels. It was a trembling feeling that came from the soul.

Another flash of white light, Galava and Rosenborg returned to their original positions together, the little fat man stood behind Catherine with a pleasing smile, as if he wanted to say something to please, but when he opened his mouth, it was a mouthful of blood. sprayed out. On the contrary, the pale and flattering face turned a little grim.

Only he himself knew the real danger. If the last snake mark came half an hour earlier, before the Yanxing Cannon was completed, the body-fit device would not be able to be used. What's the use of being strong? Iris couldn't hold on for a moment. This was the first battle. Thinking of this, the fat man's whole face wrinkled.

Before everyone could sigh, the white light lit up again. There was not even a bit of buffer time, and the new two entered the field. Among the people who entered was Zhang Bingyi, who was wearing a sea-blue Taoist robe. And standing opposite him is a gray-robed Vatican monk.

seed! Compared with Rosenberg, who was a big upset, everyone held their breath for the first time in this battle. This is the first battle of the seeds, the arrogance among the arrogances.

And the result of this battle really made everyone understand that the reason why seeds are called seeds is not because of their talent or family, but simply because of their strength. Because they are the strongest, they are called seeds and are above everyone else.

The cultivation of the ascetic monk in the Vatican can be said to be profound, even if it is only a moment of brilliance, everyone can see the solidity and brightness of the light of faith in him. Using such a light of faith to activate the secret law of the Vatican must not only get the effect of one plus one, right? Radiant Angel? Or a heavenly outfit?

Everyone was waiting for his shot, but no one thought that this appearance was the whole game. When the holy light on the gray-robed monk lit up, Chen Bingyi also stretched out his hand and sketched something in the air. The pale red rune line was so inconspicuous under the glorious holy light. As if the light of a candle flickered before the sun and the moon.

But when he stopped his fingertips, the brilliance of the candlelight blinded everyone's eyes. The pale red talisman floated in the air like a crystal, and as Zhang Bing stretched out his hand, he flew out towards the brightly lit ascetic monk. Compared with the bright light in the sky, the thin talisman looks so weak. But it flew slowly like this, and the ice and snow melted when thousands of lights touched it.

It can be seen that the ascetic monk kept working hard, the light surged several times like a tide, his dry face was also ups and downs, and the sweat was constantly wading out, but it couldn't stop the advance to the talisman.

Forge ahead? These four words popped up in Xie Zhifei's mind. Seeing that the light red talisman stopped on top of the ascetic monk's head. So the light went away. How pure the light of faith, how many thousands of years of secret methods of the Vatican have been completely suppressed by this talisman. Chen Bingyi placed his right hand in front of his chest with his sword fingers, and nodded slightly to the ascetic monk. His face was still light and cloudy.

The ascetic monk was furious at first, then lost, and finally nodded and chose to admit defeat. A series of emotional changes only took a few seconds. Everyone in the audience just woke up from their sluggishness.

The next game was another two non-seeds fighting to the death, and then Maha Nabo came on stage. He stood in the field in linen as if he was standing in the middle of the stage. Step by step, he walked towards the Fool player opposite him, but the latter showed a fearful expression like a mouse seeing a cat. No, it was more than that. But don't stick your feet to the ground, you can't move at all.

As Mahanabha walked in step by step, his black suit was soaked with sweat all over his body. Mahanab raised his hand and lightly pressed it on his shoulder, the battle-hardened blade actually knelt on the ground just like that, and then fell to the ground. When the white light lit up, everyone realized that this game was over. The blade actually passed out and lost the ability to act, and was sentenced to a loss by the arena.

Everyone looked at Mahanabo as if they were looking at some kind of wild beast. If Zhang Bingyi won the match, if there was a trace to follow, the Mahanabo match was completely for everyone to see I do not understand. In the two crushing battles, the power of the seeds was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

At this time, a white light lit up, and another seed stood in the middle of the arena. The black robe was stained with blood and dust, and the big sword on the back was two meters long, and the tip of the sword almost dragged to the ground.

Scipio the Holy Knight, Scipio the Butcher, Scipio the Mad Dog, Scipio the Executioner, Scipio the Sword of God, the race, age, and origin are completely unknown. The latest and sharpest short knife in his hand, the name Scipio has always been inseparable from blood and battle, and countless titles are also immersed in blood and then fished out.

The man standing opposite him was also dressed in a black robe, which was different from the pure black monastic uniform of the Vatican. It was a long trench coat with blood red inside, with large chunks of thin muscles showing on the chest, and the top of the bare head was shiny. A large red scar like a centipede was entrenched. It was the big guy in the duo who had hunted down Xie Zhifei and Agrace.

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Chapter 74 Planning and seriousness

Xie Zhifei didn't find the big man before, because the three of them were the last ones to enter, and they were still in the form of an egg. And when he broke out, things happened one after another. Whether it was the disappearance of the last gate or the opening of the first battle without warning, he didn't have much time to recognize his presence one by one. all of them.

The big man hid in the corner with his companions as soon as he came in. With that black robe, it was really not easy to find. After all, in Xie Zhifei's memory, the big man was the one who could overwhelm Agrace, who was a seed, and shake the sea of ​​books like a giant spirit. This flinching style doesn't fit him well. But the moment the big man appeared, his eyes became sharp.

It wasn't just him who had sharp eyes. In fact, everyone present had extremely sharp eyes. If it was said that in the previous ring, some people would make a few jokes and comment. What everyone sees now is the real killing intent and fighting intent.

fifth party. What kind of **** turmoil is behind these three words, everyone who has known that history is very clear, the emergence of an organization that is qualified to determine the direction of the world must contain the reclassification of interests, power The shuffling of the cards, and these things often have only one manifestation, that is, the battle, the battle without death, the battle with blood.

What everyone is worried about is not just the redistribution of interests, but the origin of this organization and its purpose. It is too scary for an organization that is planning to oppose humanity and subvert the existing system at any time and hide in the dark. After all, the biggest force in the world right now is actually a group of ordinary people who don’t know anything. When the above people find out that the world they live in is actually a lie, what will the whole world look like? This kind of question makes me shudder just thinking about it.

Fortunately, he would not have a chance, because the person standing in front of him was Scipio. Except for Xie Zhifei and Agrace, everyone thought so.

"Scipio in black robe?" "I heard you like killing people?"

Scipio did not answer his meeting, but silently stretched out his hand and drew the long sword about two meters from behind. Untie the cloth strips tied to it in circles. The movements are meticulous, slow and serious.

"Pretend to be cool?" The big man who didn't get an answer continued provocatively, "That's how children of this age feel, they don't speak, they act indifferent, as if the world has abandoned them, and they are the coolest and most handsome. "

"The Lord will not abandon anyone." Unexpectedly, Scipio actually spoke. His voice was very clear and clean, like a mountain stream that was just melting from a snowy mountain. Not above. He lifted the dark epee with one hand and pointed it at the big man opposite. "Only human beings will betray their beliefs, but the Lord is always there."

"Since your master is omnipotent, why don't you let him come out and enlighten me?" The big man deliberately made a surprised look, "Does it mean that he can't do it?"

"The light of the Lord never shines on the wicked, but the light that belongs to the wicked will be extinguished." . Unlike the previous ascetic monk, his light was very dim, only illuminating a small group around him, like a dim kerosene lamp glowing with orange-red light. "It is our duty to extinguish their light."

Scipio moved, dragging the blood-colored heavy sword, the whole person suddenly rushed in front of the big man, and then swung the sword in his hand straight. Not every sword can be cut so straight, especially the epee in Scipio's hand, but as he swung his sword out, everyone saw such a straight line, extremely straight, like the truth of the world.

There was excitement in the big man's eyes, and he was not surprised by Scipio's sudden advance. In fact, he was waiting for Scipio to attack. He had no advantage in speed, otherwise he would not have lost Xie Zhifei who was carrying Agrace on his back. Besides, standing opposite him was Scipio in his prime.

So he tried to provoke Scipio. Of all the seeds, Scipio has the most information. He is the sharpest short knife in the hands of the heretic referee, and he has been completing the task of the referee for almost three hundred and sixty-five days without repair. If there is only a small notebook for other people's materials, then there may be a special reference room for Scipio.

The big man is not as rough as he looks, in fact, he is insidious and smart, otherwise the swordsman with stronger survivability will not die. He had researched all the information about the seeds, so he chose to attack Agrace at close range and smash the Sea of ​​Scrolls when he was exhausted. Because I know that her attack power is not enough. Scipio had too much information, but he also read through the hundreds of files about him in the past two years. Figured out a way to provoke him.

A tyrannical and cold-blooded berserker, this is the definition given by the big man to Scipio. Such a person is what he likes to deal with the most, no matter how strong the opponent is, the rhythm will be in his hands. So the moment Scipio moved, he moved too, the right hand around his waist was already bright yellow, and there was an almost solid fist on it.

That is even more solid than Galava's python cannon. The energy that has almost materialized is firmly in his hands, and the power that erupts in a very short range is absolutely terrifying. Although he came later, he arrived first! Because he was already prepared.

But Scipio didn't hide, and the heavy sword in his hand still cut the straight horizontal line horizontally, very straight and stable, and would cut the big man in half. Big man confused? Why not hide? His fist will hit first! Even a seed smashed to death will die, right? Even if you don't die, what if you are seriously injured in the follow-up game? give up? He is one of only two seeds in the Vatican, how could he give up?

Is he so confident in his defense? Impossible, the big man knows the power of his punch better than anyone else. But why didn't he hide, why was his sword still so straight and steady? Dahan didn't come up with an answer, but his fist moved. The fist that hit Scipio's heart slanted on the black body of the great sword.

"Bang——" Amidst the violent explosion, the big man's body was wrapped in an orange-red light like the sunset and flew out. Scipio didn't stop at all, raised the giant sword above his head with both hands, and chased after the big man who flew out.

A tyrannical and cold-blooded berserker? Xie Zhifei might have laughed out loud if he knew Dahan's evaluation of Scipio. Xie Zhifei had read the records of the past two years in the same way. Not only that, but Scipio had read all the records since his first mission.

Scipio's first battle as an enforcer of the Inquisition was only twelve years old, and he was tracking a vampire viscount known as the master of escape. That tracking and anti-tracking took a full three months, and the footprints were all over Europe. The twelve-year-old boy eventually drove the centuries-old vampire viscount mad.

Because in those three months of hunting, he did not make a single mistake. The boy who completed the task and returned to the Heresy Inquisition, the boy whose weight dropped from 107 pounds to 74 pounds, did not waver at all.

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Chapter 75 On the Dead Body

Scipio's every strike was serious, straight and straight, just like the way he charged, always charging straight ahead. It was as if his whole person was a rook on a chessboard. Every time he advanced, every swing was a straight line, absolutely parallel to the ground, without the slightest deviation.

Xie Zhifei now understands why the serious and stubborn Scipio will leave such a cruel and tyrannical impression on the world. Simply because of the way he fights. Vertical chop and horizontal chop are the simplest sword moves, and they also take the simplest route.

It's not that the simplest move is necessarily the best to deal with. At least everyone's brows are frowning. Every time the epee in his hand is swung straight, a sword beam like a sea tide will be thrown from the blade. With one sword after another, the blood-colored tide rushed towards the big man one after another. If it wasn't for the big man's whole body being covered with golden stone armor at some point and his defense greatly increasing, he would have been defeated long ago. .

But even so, when facing Anglais at that time, the big man who was as strong as a King Kong fighter could only be washed up by the tides like a rag doll after the first sword was blown away. The golden crust on his body is constantly peeling off, as if it is a harbinger to people that his failure is a matter of time.

"Cough—" Scipio's sword from bottom to top was lifted again, and the big man let out such a muffled groan. This blow had penetrated his defense and injured him. He didn't understand why Scipio's fighting style was like this. He had been looking for gaps and mistakes from the beginning. Although it looked embarrassed, in fact, as long as Scipio made a small mistake. He was absolutely able to get out of his attack. Although it had no substantial effect on the situation, at least the rhythm was no longer controlled by the opponent.

but none! From the fourth or fifth sword, he realized that something was wrong. Scipio's sword style was coherent, and there was no chance for him to escape. Although this sword wave is like a sea, it seems to be closely arranged, and every stroke will inevitably take him somewhere, and then pick it up.