Chapter 550

Under and around its body, the hard metal plate and body were crushed and broken under fierce fire.

The prey below seemed to have sensed their tracks and released a disgusting anger, blowing its relatives apart.

Then the hot bullet began to hit his skin, which suddenly reminded him of the feeling of pain.

Soshyan also raised his arm, took a second to restart the storm blaster, and then its internal mechanism began to work.

All of a sudden, lots of bombs smashed the weak creatures to pieces, but there was still a giant beast screaming and running through a row of bullets on the roof to shorten the distance between them.

The soldier holding the heavy explosive bomb still stood still, pulled the trigger and felt the stabilizer on the armor working to offset the recoil.

The heavy bomb vibrates as it spits out a string of high-speed explosive bombs, and each bullet is beating chitin meat from the creature's exoskeleton meat.

When the twelfth bomb hit the point, the beast fell from the ceiling and plunged into a group of boiling lower creatures below.

Soshyan lowered his targets and aimed at them.

The nest owner smelled his own blood. Somehow, it was more shocking than the pain of his broken and bleeding wound.

The smell overwhelmed the wounds of its relatives and dimmed their strength.

The nest owner took back his injured limbs and curled up next to his body.

It misjudged the prey, which was fierce and much more difficult than those encountered before. Now the time is wrong.

The nest owner is too hungry to open his eyes and see the road clearly, but the pain caused by this mistake is the most powerful reminder.

It lost, so it had to retreat, but the enemy wouldn't let it do it so easily, so it sent out a sharp pulse of thinking, summoning all its children to protect itself.

But somehow, the spiritual channel that came in an instant in the past suddenly became blocked, and most of its children could not receive its signal!

This made it fear and began to run recklessly.

"Watch the back!"

Loken shouted, and he joined the battle with his high-power laser gun, mainly to escort dieterian.

Endless gene thieves are pouring out of vents in all directions and rushing towards them.

They are all standard individuals, with their shells shining in dim light, splashed with oil and turbidity, and most importantly, a large number.

The two terminators met the front enemy side by side. With their powerful slashing, they flew those aliens into the back herd, splashing blood and pus.

The mixed air was immediately filled with the smell of pus, so that Loken had to wear a mask to breathe normally.

Loken was responsible for protecting dieterian, while the other terminators were responsible for protecting Loken. The ground was as wet as a swamp and there were alien bodies everywhere.

The technical priest was beating drums in his heart, but he was also surprised by the force of the terminators.

The speed, the incessant rage, and the accuracy.

The severed limbs rolled into the sky, but then the assault came in rows of aliens trampling and climbing over the bodies of their dead counterparts.

Loken has seen ants do such things.

The marching ants in their hometown are on the side of a stream. The front ones drown, so that those who follow can use their bodies as bridges, and the bridges gradually extend.

Ants can always cross the river successfully.

Ants never remember their dead, they only use them.

Another wave of aliens rushed from their right side and made creepy calls with their mouth organs.

The terminator on the right pulled out his broadsword and turned to face them. The explosive guns on their arms had almost run out of ammunition, and the only thing left must be left for valuable targets.

Soshyan's sword directly hit a gene thief's chest, almost pierced it, and then he threw the alien across.

The monster screamed, drew an arc in the air, then hit the wall and splashed dirty water when it landed.

Soshyan then waved hard and cut off the other's head, and then cut two halves straight down from the middle of the third head.

"Protect the primary goal!"

Cried soshyan, and he began to run forward.

Loken was now completely huddled beside the workbench and was only about to get under it, because just now his head was almost cut off by a claw.

Four terminators surrounded him in the middle, separated by four corners, and the aliens ran along the two attack lines.

So much pus flew into the air that it smelled like pus when wearing a respirator, and everyone was splashed with pus spots.

Gene thieves are desperate to hit the four corners of the line of defense, in return for only death and dismemberment.

Loken suddenly remembered an old saying that ants kill elephants.

He realized that these creatures were similar to some cooperative animals or insects. What gave them such selfless and almost mechanical efforts?

Individuals are never important, only groups are meaningful - just look at the encyclopedia notes of biological sages and you can see thousands of examples of nature, about selfless cooperation, about irrational strategies, and about absolutely guaranteed survival.

But the recorded gene stealers are highly intelligent creatures rather than simple thinking reptiles, so what shapes their dual nature?

Loken's mind is in a mess now. Various academic theories are running around in his mind, but he can see the facts very well——

A huge beetle in heavy armor can easily kill a small ant, but no river has ever stopped the ant colony.

Dieterian's fingers became indistinguishable when tapping keys, pushing levers and adjusting dials.

The locking code masks the information he wants, which is very complex. Even if the crack key designed by him works in the designer's program, it will force the instrument to make a certain degree of adjustment.

This is not an unexpected development, but it has attracted attention, which annoys the skilled bishop.

What's more annoying is that the gun battle 50 meters to his left is also a noisy and exciting point, because the bomb gun is not a quiet weapon, and the nest owner, a special-shaped species that dieterian has never seen with his own eyes, is constantly crying in the process of being torn apart by explosive bullets.

Not to mention the brown crackle of the heavy bomb and the throat sound of the bomb gun formed a strange percussion sound.

Almost... Almost

Dieterian uttered a whine of machine code processing from his vocabulary, which was like a weak and monotonous pulse to anyone who had not been trained in this unique language understanding.

But it was the closest he had come to cheering in years.

Fifteen of the sixteen separate memory chips have slid off the data socket of the master meditator, each the size and shape of a human palm.

It contains the precious data and blueprints of the abyss class battleship, each of which is priceless.

Although he did not know how the alpha Legion got this blueprint that had been theoretically destroyed, now they are about to fall into his own hands - although only temporarily, it is enough to excite dieterian.

Almost, almost!