Chapter 402 It works again!
Concussion bomb, a type of ammunition that is about to be forgotten.
After the stand device appeared, it quickly attracted the attention of countless people.
To the extent that everyone has forgotten that there is something else that can also affect the psychic power within a living organism.
“Boom——!”
The whole town was shaking. The loud noise of the explosion was earth-shaking, and the dense artillery shells covered everything.
If you look down from the sky, the town has now become a sea of blue energy.
Layer upon layer of blue shock waves intertwined with each other, one after another, connected together, like a giant dark blue egg, wrapping the entire town inside.
The impact caused by this dense impact array in the short term is even more terrifying than that of the stance device.
“So this is what it feels like to be banned.”
In the room of the tavern, the woman in black trembled slightly.
She slowly stretched out her snow-white arms and found that the muscles in her arms were actually twitching slightly. The spiritual energy in her body was completely disordered and out of control, as if it was about to leave her body.
Instantly, a great pain came over her, causing her to groan.
Not only the muscles all over her body, but even the internal organs in her abdominal cavity seemed to be rebelling, as if a knife was stirring inside, making her extremely uncomfortable and she almost collapsed on the spot.
Fortunately, her years of body control training have paid off.
She could still endure this little bit of pain.
After all, it is a level five creature, so it won't fall to the ground and roll around wailing like other creatures.
"Psychic power is out of control. I thought this energy has become one with me." The woman in black said in a low voice, enduring the pain.
"The human body is just one of the carriers of this energy." The man in the wheelchair said lightly.
Just as a car is a carrier of gasoline, the two cannot be combined at all and are just two different concepts.
Once affected by external forces, such as the "psychic energy extractor" of the mechanical race, the psychic energy in the human body will still be extracted.
At the beginning, part of the spiritual energy of Su Xia's North Wind Commander was drained away, resulting in him having a spiritual energy upper limit of 3.6, but his actual combat power was less than half of that.
"Is there no way to blend in?"
The woman in black asked, "If we can make this energy completely integrated with the human body, will we no longer have to fear the mechanical tribe's stance device?"
“I don’t know.” said the man in the wheelchair.
"You don't even know about the charlatan?"
"I'm not a god."
The wheelchair man shook his head slightly and added, "But various studies have shown that Zerg creatures should have reached the situation you described."
He said that this involves a very serious research topic - why do Zerg mutate while humans and machines do not when they all use psychic powers?
After psychic power descended on this planet, the small animals in the wilderness began to show strange changes.
Some animals slowly grew fangs, others gained tougher skin, and their appearances all became increasingly bizarre.
The final development resulted in the large and small insect nests and various insect creatures that we see today.
From the perspective of ordinary people, they have become more terrifying and their combat capabilities have become stronger.
To be precise - it became stronger, but uglier!
But, humans and machines also use psychic power, so why don’t they mutate?
More than ten years ago, several research institutes invested by the Mechanical Clan and the Human Solar Foundation published a joint research paper, which for the first time discussed and studied in detail the specific reasons for this situation.
Since then, many scientific research institutions and educational groups have published articles and opinions on this issue.
“Because the bugs have completely merged with psychic power, they seem to be creatures created by the Creator for this power. If you magnify each of their cells, you can even find special biological structures in the cells that carry psychic matter.” The man in the wheelchair said slowly.
In other words, humans and machines seem to be pure users and beneficiaries of psychic power.
This kind of energy actually has little to do with these two races.
The Zerg are the true carriers of this energy, as if they were specially created by the Creator.
"Creator? Is there really such a thing?" the woman in black was surprised.
“I don’t know.” The man in the wheelchair shook his head.
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere."
"Well, the Mechanical Clan was the first to come up with this concept."
"Do the mechanical race know something?" The black-clothed woman wondered. "They have more debris of alien technology than us, and have obtained a lot of information. Their understanding of the universe is much more detailed than ours. Maybe they..."
"uncertain."
The man in the wheelchair interrupted her.
"What do you mean?" the woman asked.
"Alien debris is different than you think."
"How is it different?"
"You haven't seen it, so you don't know."
"I don't have enough authority."
The woman in black had indeed never seen alien wreckage, she only knew that this thing existed in the tavern.
"Want to see it?"
The wheelchair man smiled faintly: "I can take you to see it after we go back. Be prepared to be disappointed."
A trace of joy flashed in the eyes of the woman in black: "God, can you really take me to see this?"
"Yes, you have contributed enough to the tavern over the years. I will apply for adjustment permissions for you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The wheelchair man shook his head: "There's actually nothing to see. We can't go deep into the core area of the wreckage. We can only see some basic things from the outside."
The woman in black was surprised: "Why? Is our technology not enough to open the core of the wreckage?"
"Yes and no..."
The man in the wheelchair rubbed his eyebrows, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.
He went on to say, "Inside the spaceship, there is an intelligent butler with a very bad temper, named 'Hal'. He won't allow us to enter. If we force our way in, he will activate the spaceship's self-destruction program, and everything left in the spaceship will be reduced to ashes."
"Why don't you let us in?" asked the woman in black.
"He said...the ship already has a new captain on this planet. No one except the new captain can enter."
"What?"
The woman in black was stunned. A new captain?
How could there be a new captain on this planet?
An indigenous person became the captain of an alien spaceship... This is really hard to imagine.
"Can we ask him to change the captain? Are there any tests? Does it require some kind of knowledge? For example, spaceship driving technology?" asked the woman in black.
"no."
"Why not? No test? How do we identify the new captain?"
"The smart steward said... there is no test, but none of us are qualified. Only the new captain is qualified."
"It's incomprehensible. What are the qualifications? Could it be that the new captain is the chosen one?"
“I don’t know.” The wheelchair man suddenly smiled. “But what is certain is that the Mechanical Clan has not opened the core of the wreckage of the spacecraft they have. They are blocked outside the core just like us. Otherwise, with their technological capabilities, they would have broken through the limitations of this planet and ushered in the interstellar era.”
“So everyone is the same…”
Thinking about it this way, the tavern and the mechanical clan seem to be on the same starting line. Even if they are lagging behind, they are not too far behind.
Whoever can find the new captain will have the upper hand and gain access to the core secrets in advance.
I think the new captain should be very mysterious and low-key, hiding in the vast crowd, consciously trying not to be discovered and thus protect himself. He definitely won't be someone like the masked stranger.
"A man like the masked man who is so high-profile all day long and wants to put himself on the front page of the news will definitely not be the new captain." The woman in black said firmly.
“That’s hard to say.” The man in the wheelchair shook his head.
"ah?"
"Why do you think... the mechanical race is madly chasing him?"
"I see. No wonder the headquarters is acting so abnormally."
Thinking about the series of events that have happened recently, the woman in black suddenly realized and figured out a lot of things.
The woman in black turned her head and looked at the distorted door, as if she wanted to see the strange metal creature in the hall through the door.
Is that terrifying metal monster some kind of alien technology?
At this moment, the tavern hall was already in ruins.
All the psychic creatures present felt the happiness of the members of the Seahorse City branch.
"Ah! Why does it hurt so much!" Someone screamed in pain and fell to the ground, twitching and rolling.
"I thought those guys in Seahorse City were exaggerating when they said it hurt so much that they wanted to die. I didn't expect it to be true!" Another person wailed, his facial features distorted in pain.
“It hurts so much!”
"Are those explosions outside concussion bombs?"
"How can a concussion bomb have such a large-scale field control effect..."
“It hurts…”
The screams and wails mixed together, making people feel as if they were in purgatory.
The feeling of cramps all over the body is really unbearable for a normal person. It is comparable to the cruelest torture in the world.
Outside the tavern, members of other organizations did the same, falling down in pain one by one.
This was the first time they felt the pain of the stand device.
"Damn, we've already hidden in Conch City, how come we're still covered by the stance device!" someone cursed.
"It's not the stand device, it's those concussion bombs!"
"vomit……"
From the famous houses on both sides of the town, there were continuous sounds of screaming, cursing, and vomiting. For a moment, people and horses were in chaos, and no psychic creature could remain calm.
In the end, only a few level four creatures and ordinary human members of the organization were left to barely maintain order.
Among these ordinary people, a considerable number are players.
Almost all players did not take the psychic evolution route, but instead took the Titanium Particle route. Although it was much weaker than the psychic route, it was not affected now.
" Is this the era that belongs to us?" A player who joined the Sun Foundation said to himself, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.
"It's so beautiful. Those exploding concussion bombs are even prettier than fireworks."
Many players stood by the windows or simply walked out onto the street.
They did not feel any pain at all and could now enjoy this blue festival without any worries.
Many players kept their screen recording systems turned on to record the gorgeous blue fireworks in full.
"It's really worth staying up late tonight! A lot of people outside are asking me about the situation here ."
"Me too, I've received hundreds of private messages on my personal account!"
Players on the street were whispering to each other, and everyone had a happy expression on their face.
"By the way, why is blue always the color that represents technology? Even in many science fiction movies, this color is often used." A player suddenly asked.
Looking up, the entire night sky is beautiful and gorgeous blue.
"Because of Cherenkov radiation light." Someone next to him explained.
"What customer service?"
"Cherenkov, a former SL physicist, is not a customer service representative."
One player explained that when a nuclear fission reactor is started, a very deep blue light will burst out.
That is the blue that represents humanity’s cutting-edge technology, it is a dreamy blue, and it is also a kind of Cherenkov radiation phenomenon.
"Stop admiring the blue light. The organization asked us to continue eavesdropping on what's happening in the tavern." Someone suddenly shouted.
"Why are you shouting so loudly?"
"Eavesdropping, can you shout out something like this?"
“…”
Everyone was speechless for a while and returned to their respective organizations.
The situation in the tavern was quite bad. All I could hear when eavesdropping was a lot of wailing and no valuable information at all.
At this moment, in the tavern hall.
Some of the tavern members got used to the pain and no longer screamed as much as they did at the beginning. They just barely supported their bodies and stood up by leaning against the table.
Under the arrangement of the local branch manager, some ordinary members without psychic powers hurried to the warehouse, brought out box after box of painkillers, and injected them one by one to those members who really couldn't bear it.
After the Kaiba City incident, organizations from all over the country snapped up a batch of painkillers, which now come in handy.
"call……"
The members who were injected with painkillers breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was still painful, it was bearable.
Many people slumped in various places in the hall like a puddle of mud, not wanting to move at all, just hoping that the explosion would be over soon.
There are also some members who always focus on Su Xia.
They thought that if Su Xia was really a pure psychic monster, he should be in more pain than them now, right?
but……
Su Xia just stood quietly in the hall without any reaction.
"Is he immune to psychic powers?" Many people were shocked and couldn't help but speculate.
"Maybe he's just holding on?"
"The hall is full of our people. He doesn't dare to show his weakness. He is probably just holding back the pain."
When they thought of this, a few members' eyes flickered and they had other thoughts in their minds.
Not only them, but even Frank saw a glimmer of hope.
"This... this is the power of the stand device..."
His body was twitching slightly and his face twitched from time to time, but he still endured it.
This is his chance.
From this standpoint, all beings are equal and no one has much power.
"Hey, it seems like I'm not destined to die." Frank endured the pain, gritted his teeth, forced a smile, and said to Su Xia.
"What?" Su Xia remained calm.
"Masked Stranger, how much strength do you have left?"
Frank's eyes were like those of a wolf, as if he was asking Su Xia a question, but in fact he was reminding the bar members around him.
He knew that many members of the pub must be tempted.
"The entire area is covered by the stand. Masked man, how many bullets can you block now?" He added, continuing to remind the tavern members.
In this position, even an ordinary person can kill psychic creatures head-on.
There are quite a few ordinary members in the tavern.
Many ordinary members lowered their heads, seemingly not paying attention to the situation in the center of the hall, but there was an inexplicable light flashing in their eyes, and many of them put their hands on the weapons at their waists.
They noticed that the creatures below level four were now even worse than ordinary people and were all twitching in pain.
The local person in charge of the tavern, a level 4 creature, can only barely keep his body stable and is no different from an ordinary person.
As a level five creature, the Masked Monster should still have some strength left, but not much.
"perhaps……"
“Is this really an opportunity?”
In the corner, many members looked at each other and thought secretly.
In the hall, Su Xia suddenly laughed.
He looked around, glanced at the others, smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, do you think you can do it again?"
No one responded to him. Many people lowered their heads and did not look at Su Xia, for fear that their eyes would betray their inner thoughts.
After all, the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Su Xia shook her head: "We have wasted too much time tonight. Let's just leave it at that. It's time to go back."
As he spoke, he waved his hand indifferently, and his silver-white arm became a knife, swung fiercely towards Frank in front of him.
Frank's face changed drastically. He drew out the psychic weapon from his waist to block the attack. He used up his last bit of strength and shouted, "I don't believe you are not affected. Everyone in the tavern, are you..."
Before he could say anything, he heard a ding and the precious psychic weapon broke into two pieces.
Then he felt a chill on his neck.
“Crack—”
Frank's eyes widened and his whole body trembled.
He reached out his hand tremblingly, touched his neck, and felt a stream of warm blood splashing out.
The strength in his body disappeared in an instant. He fell to the ground with a pale face. In the last moments of his life, he muttered to himself dejectedly: "You...how come you are not affected...this is unscientific..."
At the moment of close combat just now, he felt Su Xia's power.
It is as powerful as ever, without any weakening.
Su Xia did not respond, his knife hand slowly returned to normal, then he looked around indifferently at the other people in the hall.
Everyone retreated, terrified, fearing that Su Xia would start a massacre.
At this moment, they didn't even have the energy to resist!
Those who wanted to take action just now buried their heads deeper, their bodies tensed up, they were so nervous that they almost suffocated, and they kept praying in their hearts.
"Oh……"
Su Xia suddenly laughed, as if mocking everyone, and then moved.
Boom!
Smoke and dust rose up and the tavern shook.
A big hole was knocked out on the roof of the entire tavern.
Su Xia soared into the sky, free and easy, directly breaking through the layers of blue ripples, and laughed: "What a great blue fireworks, I like it, thank you!"
After saying this, he moved his body and floated away, without being affected at all, like a free nighthawk.
…
Inside the tavern, in the room.
Finally, a change appeared on the wheelchair man's calm face.
After hearing Su Xia's words, his body trembled and he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair!
"He's not affected?"
