That was the last whisper of the "Invader" softly whispered. One by one, the breath of vitality was so weak at the end of death that it even sounded like a breeze floating from the edge of an illusion. The wind whispered quietly in my ears, leaving only a little unsettling ticking.
It was the sound of blood dropping on the ground.
"What did he say?"
Next to him, another member of the Secretariat came over and asked in a low voice.
The man in black robe who stood beside the Shenghu body lowered his head, as if he was still confused by the disturbing auditory hallucination. It was not until his companion asked the second time that he woke up from his dream and muttered in a somewhat confused tone: "He said he was going to die, but something came alive-I don't know, I didn't hear it clearly."
His voice was a little hesitant, as if even just retelling this sentence would bring some mental anxiety.
But where does this uneasiness come from? What are you worried about? The man in black robe himself can't explain it clearly.
He only heard the invader who had just been knocked away with a stick, and the severely injured fellow monk was humming in pain,
The large-dose cardiac injection and adrenaline that is automatically injected with the power aphrodisiac cannot completely suppress this pain. Now the armor's life-sustaining system is forcing him to continue his life, but if he delays, he will not be able to survive.
"It must be sent to the operating room immediately. His internal organs are like a ball of mud," someone went to check the injured person's condition and said quickly, "The original body cannot be saved. Make a decision, pure steel or flesh and blood that is grateful?"
The sanctuary members who fell to the ground were gasping for difficulty, raised their hands slightly, and a hoarse and painful voice came from their helmet: "
Steel·—"
The man in black robe who checked the injury nodded and attached to the others: "Okay, notify the medical team to prepare for brain-body transfer surgery--we need a mechanical monk's body."
As he said that, he lowered his head again, grabbed the injured person's hand, and comforted in a deep voice: "Relax, brother, you must have a pure and powerful new body. The useless primitive body will be sent into the biomass processing machine, becoming the cornerstone of our progress, hold my hand tightly and head to the starting point of the road to supremacy, but before that, I have to cut off part of your limbs first. We can't wait for the stretcher truck, and you must send your brain to the operating room as soon as possible."
"Treat" the harsh noise from the injured's limbs echoed in the corridor.
Even if the neck is amputated, the N-K-22 power armor helmet can still ensure the brain's survival for fifteen minutes.
However, even though there were many movements behind him, the man in black robe who stood beside the Shenghu body was still standing quietly, as if something had been pulled away from his spirit, looking at the "invader" on the ground with a blank and dull look.
"What are you looking at? We have to leave here," someone shouted, "Leave this wreckage in the corridor and someone will be able to recycle it later."
The man in black robe reacted and nodded in a hurry to respond: "Oh, oh, okay."
He turned around and walked towards his fellow countrymen, but couldn't help but turn around and glance at the pile of blood on the ground.
Then, as if I felt something, I looked up at the corner of the wall.
A secret camera in the corner of the wall also looked at him quietly.
The brass knight escorted several black-robed cultists and quickly left the place. These monks seemed to subconsciously feel some danger and left in a hurry.
Where Yu Sheng fell, the scattered clothes, the knife that fell out of his pocket, and the stick soaked in blood, all of these things melted little by little in the pool of blood, as if they were swallowed into another dimension, gradually sinking into the blood.
The phone was also soaked in blood, and bloodstains covered its screen and shell like life, and then the phone screen suddenly lit up.
The interface of border communication pops up, followed by a private message window, the keys on the virtual keyboard flashed briskly, and a line of text was quickly written and sent to Baili Qing—
"Ah, it's still the topic just now. Do you want the cultists of the Holy and Secret Practice?"
After a moment, the phone was buzzing and vibrating, Baili Qing sent a reply, with only one short word: "You want."
Then after a moment, probably because he felt that he had a problem with his reply, Baili Qing sent another message: "You want to catch the living and bring it back? Why don't I just send you a group of support? It's too dangerous for you to be alone in their nest."
The blood on the phone screen slowly spread, and a message was quickly sent out: "No need, if you send someone here, you will alarm the snake. If they find that the situation is out of control, they may blow up the entire spacecraft directly."
""...--.Okay, then tell me how to cooperate."
The top floor of the "Pillar of Order" is in the control hall, and the old man in white robe is still sitting majestic in his position.
Waiting for the action team to report the results.
He waited for good news.
The communicator in front of the seat lights up, and a member of the priest wearing power armor and wearing a black robe on the outside appeared on the screen: "Sage! We have dealt with that invader, in a corridor outside the core area."
The tense muscles on the sage's face finally relaxed a little: "If you do well, you will be able to recover from the aftermath. What is the loss?"
"A combatant was seriously injured and had an amputation below the neck. We were taking his head to the operating room. He fought bravely and applied to enter the branch of steel evolution when he was dying."
"Well, the heroic fighter deserves this reward," the old man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing, "After processing, return to the upper area to report."
"yes!"
The communicator hung up, and the atmosphere in the control hall relaxed a lot with the arrival of good news.
"I thought it was so powerful."
A member of the Cultivation was muttering beside him.
"It's just a very weird guy, but there are so many weird things in this world," the other person echoed, "It's not as troublesome as the shadows we dug out in Adal's giant pit."
"Forehead-"
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, the screens of several monitors just now were a little flickering. Maybe the core system reset several channels when it was repaired by itself. I checked it and everything was normal."
"Don't scare people-" an operator who was guarding the console muttered, stretched his waist on the chair, and looked up at the camera at the top of the hall.
The camera also looked at him quietly, just like in the past.
But for some reason, he suddenly developed a hint of disgust and unhappiness at the camera staring at him.
The feeling of unhappiness was inexplicable. He couldn't help but tremble for a moment, but he didn't know how to explain it to others, so he quickly changed his sight and stopped looking at the roof.
There was a slight current noise coming from the monitor headphones. It seemed that someone had said something in the communication channel, but it was vague and couldn't hear it clearly.
The operator frowned. At first, he suspected that the headphones had some poor contact, but it quickly ruled out this possibility because someone was really talking in the faint current noise.
He frowned and debugged the monitoring channel more seriously, wanting to find the source of the noise.
The voice of the "Sage" suddenly came from not far away, interrupting the soft conversation in the hall. "Have there no echoes from the person in charge of going to the aftermath?"
"No," a correspondent replied immediately, then he said "" and his tone quickly became nervous, "What's wrong!"
"What's going on?"
"The signal from the recycling team disappeared - just a moment!"
The atmosphere that had just relaxed in the hall suddenly became tense again, and the face of "Sage" immediately became gloomy, and she stood up from the chair: "The signal disappeared? Find out what the situation is, is it a communication failure or———""
"The communication signal and the live detection signal on the personnel disappeared one by one, and they were gone!"
"Where is the surveillance?"
"I just photographed them passing through the D-2 corridor and entering the connection gate, but no one came out at the next gate in the corridor!"
"Which is the nearest drone? Send the drone here immediately."
The hall suddenly became noisy, and the nervous and urgent commands and reports sounded together. The sage's voice was faintly filled with anger, and the nearby operators were full of nervousness and embarrassment.
But the operator who was guarding the console was still carefully debugging his monitor headphones, constantly switching the channels currently available, as if he was fascinated, trying to figure out what the noise making in the system was saying.
After a while, he suddenly heard a voice very clearly, even as if he was talking to his ear:
"Did you hear it clearly now?"
The operator pulled off his headphones like an electric shock. His eyes were so scared that he stared at the boss. He suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the sage: "Someone is talking in the monitoring channel! Something invaded our equipment-"
"What?!" The sage was shocked, and then immediately turned on the communicator and connected the action team that was still on the road back to the upper floor. "The situation changed, go to the server cabin immediately, and the invader hid on the ship!
However, only a hollow white noise came from the communicator.
Soon someone checked the communication system and surveillance and reported nervously: "The signal from the operation team also disappeared near the D-1 corridor, and the camera did not capture any attackers or combat images."
The sage stood in place with a deep face, feeling uneasy and meditating.
Something is hidden in this tower.
Although he was attacking the people in the tower one by one, he obviously acted very quickly and took action very ruthlessly, and could deal with the combatants wearing power armor when the opponent could not react at all.
Moreover, there may be more than one invader. The two teams of people who had an accident were not in the same area at all. There was a report just now that there was a sound in the monitoring channel. The invaders were obviously creating attacks everywhere and also hacking into the system.
"".--Send a second team to follow the monitoring throughout the whole process, maintain contact, and close all channels from D-1 to D-2 areas,
Search inch by inch."
Chapter completed!