Chapter 231： Flames (Happy Chinese New Year)

"Just rest here for a while."

Allen took out a light stick and circled it around. This seems to be a material transfer platform. You can see empty boxes stacked around it, strange forklifts that have no kinetic energy, and some odds and ends.

Recalling the scene of advancing all the way before, Allen's eyes when looking at Lucy became a little different. By taking over some functions of the main control system, the girl set the gates of those levels on the green channel to be closed with a delay, so as to delay the time for the sword demon to chase and kill them. But just think about the scene where the automatic doors will close one by one after only running through the gate. Allen thought that as long as the whole process was slow for two or three seconds, it might be a completely different situation.

Obviously, when Lucy was designing the delay time, she not only calculated the advancing speed of everyone, but also made an accurate estimate when she arrived at each automatic door. What an amazing computing power!

"Why, is there dust on my face?" Lucy couldn't help touching her small face as he watched Alan stare at herself.

"I'm thinking about what else you don't understand?" Allen shook his head and smiled: "The cloud hanging system two thousand years ago has no more computing power than a brain, and has the knowledge to make various customized special bombs. You are simply like an encyclopedia that moves."

Lucy said with a haha, "It's nothing, I will also have something I'm not good at. Just like cooking, I am far inferior to Alan you. My ideal is that one day I can make something that touches people. Here comes delicious cake!"

"Your ideal is a pastry chef? No?" Willick said exaggeratedly, and then another grin on his face.

Lucy said with her arms akimbo: "No? Don’t you think it’s normal for a girl to fight and kill? Even though I am better at this than pastries... Let’s not talk about it, let me see if there are any medicines left here. . Your injury must be cured, otherwise it will drag us too much."

"It's really sad to say that, but miss, this migrant ship has so long history. Even if it had medicine, it would have expired long ago?" Willick said.

"Stupid, our constant device can ensure that things in the space of action are in a constant state, because when the molecules of matter are fixed, it is equivalent to eternity. Of course, there is no eternity in the universe, and the theoretical time of the constant device is only five. A thousand years, but it's enough. With..." Lucy beckoned to Allen: "Come and do me a favor."

Lucy knocked on the metal wall next to the door, and there was a hollow echo from inside: "Turn it up, but be careful not to damage the contents."

Allen used Qianjun to easily tear open the wall, which was a rectangular space. Lucy reached in and pulled out a shelf. There were several syringes hanging on the shelf. She took them all down and threw one to Allen, saying: "This is a body repair concentrate with ten times the performance of the repair fluid. But you have to use it quickly, just from the constant device Take it down, probably for a limited time."

Allen immediately pressed the medicine into his body, and suddenly became sensitive and refreshed. In particular, the part of the shoulder that was injured by the blood flame of Kamu was even cooler. The blood scabs started to fall off and the skin felt itchy, which was a phenomenon of tissue regeneration. Allen was overjoyed, these things were still useful, and nodded to Willick immediately.

Lucy gave Willick and Broy a syringe each, but Broy shook her head and said, "I just have some skin injuries. Don't waste them."

Willick was not polite, and hit him on the arm when he took it. After a tube of medicine was pressed into the body, the injury on his back was immediately improved. Although he can't do it right away, he can act on his own without having to take care of Broy.

A few people rest here.

Holding Qianjun in his arms, Allen repeatedly deduced the ultimate move that combines Yuanli Dao Qi and Yanyue Slash in his mind, and named this self-made ultimate move "Yan Breath Flash". From the unintentional use of the commander in the battle, to the deliberate act of killing the scaled giant before, Allen kept recalling every detail in his mind and deducing it to kill the opponent more concisely and quickly.

The flame flash is based on the source of knife energy, absorbing the flames released by "burning", making it a high-temperature slash in the air. If the time is right, even a general-level sword demon can be hit hard. However, its consumption is equally astonishing, with one blow exhausting the flames triggered by the burning. You must know that now with Allen's source power, the burning can last for 5 minutes.

Alan closed his eyes, and there was a villain in the world of consciousness. He is the projection of Alan himself, constantly drawing flashes of different lengths in the world of consciousness. Allen simulated the movements and data of the slashing and adjusted them in real time. He opened his eyes when Yanxi Flash's slashing range was controlled to two meters and the blazing blade light released was adjusted to 150 cm.

That is theoretically the maximum power limit of Flame Breath Flash, and it is the best model obtained after combining speed, power, and attack range. Next, Allen needs to test this theory in actual combat. After completing the simulated deduction of Yan Xi Shan, Allen only felt exhausted. For him, it is very exhausting to maintain high-speed calculations like just now.

On the other hand, Lucy is indeed better at this aspect. At least Allen knew that she couldn't calculate the series of time required to reach the various security gates in a short time like she did.

Looking backward, the girl was curled up in the corner and fell asleep tightly. Alan shook his head, walked to her side, and took her into his arms. Lucy opened her eyes slightly, yawned when she saw Alan, and reached out to hug Alan. He rubbed his head on his chest a few times, changed to a comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

Five hours later, Allen woke everyone up. After this period of rest, the four of them were in good spirits, and they sat together to discuss the next action.

"First of all, we have to find the floor plan of the second floor of the hull before we can find the engine room. But this shouldn’t be difficult. It’s just that we can see when we get down to the second floor. There is no electricity supply here. Obviously, there is no power supply. There is insufficient power supply in some areas. The entire second floor is like this, so even if we reach the computer room, it will be useless. Without power, the brain cannot start and cannot read records." Lucy said.

Allen said bluntly: "If we are sure that the entire second floor has lost power, then we will find a way to retreat from here. Go back to the Thunderfire Base and report the location of the holy relic."

If you can't read the records, you won't be able to unearth the secrets here, so it's useless. Retreat is the right choice, but if this is the case, it will be a little regrettable.

Regrettably, Allen's ideas will not be shaken, after all, it is a matter of the lives of several people.

After discussing some details, everyone left the material transfer platform and began to explore the hull area on the second floor. At the same time, in the main control room on the first floor of the immigration ship, Old Sword Demon Jaeger was standing in front of a workbench, constantly moving some light spots on the screen. Under his operation, all the automatic doors previously closed by Lucy were opened, and the space on the first floor became unblocked again.

After a while, Kamu strode into the control room and said in a deep voice: "It is already certain that they are not in the holy relic. Did they escape? What **** rats!"

Yedu backed his hands and said: "We have one guardian. We have learned the method of manipulating the holy relic from our ancestors and refused to pass it on to ensure the particularity of our guardians. But now, a few humans It’s really chilling to be able to manipulate the holy sites without entering this place. Kamu, they all must die. Not only because they know the location of the holy sites, but because they know how to manipulate the holy sites, they can’t leave them.”

The killing intent in Camu's eyes flowed: "Of course, as long as they haven't escaped the holy relic, I will be sure to kill them!"

"They're still here. They have to pass the second floor."

"Second floor?" Kamu was surprised: "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Yedu said: "I just read the record. The closing time of a group of gates is constant within 10 minutes. I extracted the route of this group of gates separately and found that they are the one leading to the second floor. Entrance and exit. Those mice have already slipped to the second floor."

Kamu smiled cruelly: "Then I will go to the second floor now."

"Go, I should also preside over the sacrifice. This time we can no longer evade Uriman's request, we have to hand over some trolls to him. Otherwise, the ten may be chaotic without fighting." Yedu shook his head. , Said: "We have been avoiding this problem. Unexpectedly, the appearance of the disaster blade prompted Uriman to have a more legitimate excuse."

Hearing these words, Kamu's movements froze. Then turned back and said solemnly: "How many trolls are you going to give him?"

"two thousand."

"Two thousand?" Kamu's voice suddenly rose: "Elder Jaeger, we only have five thousand trolls. You gave two thousand, and our initiative has been weakened by most."

"I know that, but Uriman has announced ten of them. We need two thousand trolls to deal with the disaster blade."

"But the disaster blade is in the holy relic now!" Camu almost roared.

There was silence in the main control room. Yedu looked at Kamu, and said for a long time: "Do you think Uriman will listen to this? After all, the disaster blade is good Human army, but he We asked for an excuse for the troll. Hey, he thought that our guardian occupied the troll and refused to give it away. How would you know that these things are extremely difficult to control, and we only control a mere 5,000 heads every ten years. . But on those three floors, something like this..."

The old sword demon shook his head and waved his hand: "Anyway, let's clean up those invaders first. As for Uriman, let me deal with it. He wants a thousand-headed troll, but he has to give it to us. Make some compensation."

"You have to give us at least ten medium-sized tribes!" Kamu swung his sword, the blade pulled out a light curtain, and the temperature of the entire space dropped suddenly.

It's like a cold wind on a snowy field, I don't know when it blew in. Yedu nodded and said, "Yeah, after all, we are not many. You know, there were eleven strongest tribes on this planet two thousand years ago."

(This is the third Spring Festival that I have stayed in Zongheng. Time flies so fast, and it’s another Chinese New Year in a blink of an eye. On New Year’s Eve, I will give you an early year. I wish my brothers and sisters get soft red envelopes and count the money. To cramps, haha.)

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