National Juggernaut

Chapter 607 Mud
The big gray and black car was rushing in the wilderness, and the special giant tires easily crushed everything in the way.

Whether it's wild robbers, rocky obstacles, or something more subtle
"Is that a swamp man?"

"No, they are much cuter than these smelly guys."

Blocking the way were dark creatures that looked like mudmen from the world next door, but judging from the way their fangs and claws swooped at any living thing, it didn't seem to be the same thing.

They tried to climb up along the edge of the big car. The fully covered low-chassis body was like the full body armor of a tortoise, and there was basically no place to climb.

But they still don't give up, trying to climb up even if they are under the tires.

"Grab one up."

With a glance of Zheng Li's eyes, he realized that something was wrong. Even the clay people in the next world have broken soul fragments in their bodies, and these "lives" are too pure, so pure that Zheng Li can only see negligible psionic energy. .

Soon, the dark natives were thrown in front of Zheng Li.

The brute force of Wu Sanjun made the steel floor vibrate, and the native was directly shattered, and its hands and feet were split. Even so, its upper body still climbed towards life, and its hands and feet went their own way, persistently attacking the previous creatures.

Zheng Li lowered his head to check, and from the broken place, it could be seen that it was pure mud.

"Sure enough, there is a problem with the soil."

It seems to be somewhat similar to the previous clay figurines, but it is only after touching them that they are completely different. Those "clay figurines" are recognized beings, with a soul and a body. Even if the flesh is a little special, they still become independent at the moment of independence. An intelligent life driven by an independent soul.

And these
"The amount of psionic energy is about the same as that of stones. These things should have no self, but how can they work?"

Song Ying couldn't understand it, but Zheng Li vaguely grasped the answer.

"Iron man. I mean the iron man of the old era. Not all are made of steel, but they can also operate without a soul."

"That's different. I checked the literature, and the technology was quite advanced back then. The Iron Man was a purely technological creation, the crystallization of civilization's technology. Before being awakened by the Atel people, they were just simple dead things."

Zheng Li laughed, you girl, are you talking about technology with me?Only those who have really experienced the old times know that nothing is impossible, no rules cannot be broken, and no laws are always applied.

"What's the difference? The technology back then was the rule of our hometown world, and the soil here can move and be shaped into a human shape, which is also the rule here, and the rule here"

Zheng Li spread out his hands, and the sand on his hands was blown away by the wind, but they were still stubbornly entangled with each other, forcing them together.

"...Hey, the rules here are set by this world, and it may not like us."

Zheng Li raised his head, the sky above was still pitch black, there were violent explosions and thunderclaps coming from dense thunderclouds, and besides the sound of killing, what the strong wind brought was a strange fishy smell and a faint smell. Hostility, that growing sense of crisis.

"Be ready to fight, we are probably unwelcome villains already."

And just by crossing this hill, Zheng Li's words were verified.

All over the mountains and plains were those monsters. Not only did they attack Zheng Li's cart, but even the local residents suffered.

"How could there be so many!"

Hundreds?Over a thousand?Over ten thousand?No, when there are only such black slime monsters as far as the eye can see, no one can estimate their number.

Originally, the backbone of the Peace Corps still underestimated this kind of thing. After all, it is not only physically fragile but also has no obvious spiritual response. In the multiverse, it is basically a symbol of weak chicken.

But if the number of weak chickens exceeds one million, tens of millions, or even unlimited, no one can continue to be calm.

".I want this thing! It's great! You guys help me catch more."

And when everyone was thinking about how to deal with it next, whether to start preparing to retreat, Song Ying's scream broke the calm.

"Image, image."

Zheng Li shook his head helplessly, don't you girl don't care about anything?Some clay figurines, as for?Didn't you already collect the mud figurine specimens over there before?Compared with that, isn't this just that the soul and psionic energy are less?
"You know XX, it breaks the principle that the soul and the body are compatible, as long as the research is thorough. The size of my legion is limited by the upper limit of my spiritual power! My paradise is limited by my personal limit, as long as I get Already, countless types of alien creatures live together"

Song Ying's delicate glasses were full of madness, which surprised many inexperienced members of the group, but the experienced members knew that this was her true face.

"And, in terms of elemental properties, it belongs to the earth type, and I am a wood type, native to wood. It's great. It's an innate fit, my paradise."

She didn't hide anything, and she never cared about her image. She was so quiet (salted fish) before, but she didn't meet anyone who really needed to care.

In the early years of travel, she would almost always be like this when encountering "baby". It's just that with the strengthening of the peace war group in recent years, there are no specimens and samples that are difficult to obtain, so she appears so calm (Salted fish) .

Now, when she encounters something she really desires, she expresses her desire unabashedly.

This is very good. From Zheng Li’s point of view, this is quite good. Every member of the battle group has their own desires. more at ease.

As a sword master, a psychic with a pure and firm heart grows fast, but there is not much difference between "desire" and "wish". Satisfied "greedy people" are actually difficult to distinguish.

Generally speaking, if a core team member expresses their desire, or it is a key "material" related to the sword master's career, Zheng Li will give priority to satisfying it.

But this time, it won't work.

"Give up. Song Ying, we don't have time to play with them."

"Is it because of the war?"

It was rare for Song Ying to have some rationality in her eyes. She recalled what Zheng Li said before, satisfying the desires of all members is indeed one of the foundations of the existence of the war group.

But if it puts everyone in danger for an individual, or loses more.
Zheng Li shook his head.

"No, this war is actually mainly tentative. Whether we participate or not has little effect. I just think that this thing may not meet your requirements."

After tearing open a mud-headed flying dragon that flew onto the deck, Zheng Li threw it under the cart.

"Although I never think that there are any iron laws that cannot be broken, I don't think that the first law of psionics will be easily crushed in this 'ordinary' world."

Between Zheng Li's hands, there are soul fragments absorbed and retained by him. Although they are extremely rare, they do exist.

"This is similar to magic. It looks amazing and easily breaks the common sense and natural rules of human beings, but in the final analysis, we have not seen through its hidden mechanism."

Seeing what Zheng Li said was so sure, Song Ying also calmed down.

She glanced at the sand on the ground, she calmed down without the previous frenzy, and seriously thought about the subtext behind Zheng Li's words.

"You mean, then, that you have seen through its mechanism?"

"There are some conjectures. But the expectation is wrong. Maybe this hunt is itself a mistake."

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, the cart didn't stop, and it was impossible for Zheng Li to abandon his comrades and crush the endless mud beasts and monsters all the way forward.

Suddenly, Zheng Li turned around and said to Song Ying.

"Go talk to Rousseau and get him to speed things up. We're going to have to use that soon... hopefully not that day."
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When the peaceful battle group on the edge of the battlefield was surrounded by countless mud monsters, the human battle group in the center of the battlefield encountered a hundred times more difficulties.

"Fuck, why can't you kill it anyway?"

"They have no concept of death"

Unlike the fragile mud monsters on the periphery, the "life" here is much stronger.

There are nine-headed and three-winged dragons here, rock giants as tall as mountains, and champion knights fighting in groups. Each of the clay creations may only exert a very small part of the original body's combat power, but coupled with this countless number and Immortality makes the participants in the battlefield feel more and more incomprehensible.

"Damn it, this is the gladiatorial world, these damn things are simulating the strong from the past."

At this point, everyone on the battlefield recognized it.

This is obviously not accidental. As a star world, the danger level of this world itself is not high, just because it has been in a state of war for a long time, and the participants of the war often take out messy weapons and destroy the powerhouses in the area. Kind of, let the journey here become very lucky.

Over the past countless years, too many strong men have been buried here, and some veteran veterans have seen the extinct powerful race.

There is no need to question the sword masters' fighting will and patience at this stage, but when they are so far behind that these weird "clay figurines" don't have much spiritual power, it also means
".No matter who is behind the scenes, his consumption is super low. I'm afraid these dolls are endless."

On the contrary, seasoned fighters need to know how to advance and retreat. When watching more and more "ancient powerhouses" and "ancient species" being awakened, the fighters are seriously considering the possibility of retreating.

After all, if you must retreat, it is naturally better to make a decision when you still have physical strength and spiritual energy.

"Notify the other carts that we are going to retreat."

"But our people"

The scouts and rangers who have infiltrated the city of steel are still working hard. If they retreat at this time, it is very likely that the opponent will withdraw its troops and clear its interior. That is tantamount to selling teammates.

"Look."

Following the guidance of the old regiment leader, they were surprised to find that these natives were also attacking the city wall.

Iron men were constantly being dragged down by the city wall, and then directly torn into pieces of iron skin.

"Aren't they a gang?"

Someone said in surprise.

But the old captain shook his head.

"No, it should be a group. This world has never encountered such a thing before, and it appeared when the Atel people were in danger. I don't think it can be a coincidence. I prefer this to be a special kind of Means, a special means that is uncontrollable/easy to lose control."

"Let's retreat, send a signal, they all have their own means of escape. If the situation is still so chaotic, there is no problem for them to retreat."

When the blue flare appeared in the sky, the carts began to retreat slowly while responding to the enemy, but the several mountains behind were still full of mud monsters.

retreat?You can go if you want?
At this point, when the Alters were forced to resort to special means, how could the Aters stationed locally see these dozen or so carts retreating steadily.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, with a loud noise, a piece of the steel city wall collapsed.

"boom!"

When that huge steel foot crushed the city wall, the entire battlefield stood still for an instant.

What kind of monster was that? With just one calf, it surpassed the city wall, and when the vaguely humanoid monster changed from lying down to standing up, its waist easily surpassed the cloud.

"Athel? How is that possible?"

But this judgment was denied in just a second, because the other foot of the giant stepped out of the city wall.

"Dirt feet? Still black."

This huge foot that keeps dropping soil looks a bit funny if it wasn't for the falling soil itself that was causing mudslides and earthquakes.

The appearance features instantly reminded people of those mud monsters.

"It's just inlaid with a layer of iron, it."

"...even if it's not done, it's not something we can deal with."

Even if the old captain doesn't look at the appearance, he can still feel the terrifying massive psionic energy in the giant's body, which is definitely a powerful high-dimensional combat power.

"."

Suddenly, the strange giant whose half body was inlaid with iron sheets and half body was still covered with mud lifted up and made a movement of shouting, but no sound came out.

The entire battlefield was at a standstill.

It literally means that all the mud monsters have stagnated, just like stone sculptures one by one.

But at the next moment, all the mud monsters turned their heads slowly, and the horror scene in the horror story turned into reality. All the stone statues and mud monsters looked in the same direction, the direction of human beings.

At this moment, even the rookie can see that they are driven by the same will.

The cart was already accelerating crazily, but in the next moment, they were faced with a herd of beasts and monsters forming a "wave", and the countless monsters instantly submerged their cart.

At the same time, Zheng Li and his party also reached the edge of the battlefield.

He frowned, and looked towards the core of the battlefield. Thanks to that "giant", Zheng Li could still see it clearly from such a distance.

The strange appearance of half mud and half iron, as well as the powerful psionic power of mountains and tsunamis, undoubtedly showed that it was not the same existence as the previous stumbling block.

Zheng Li also felt inexplicably familiar with that giant's appearance. The next moment, when he remembered where he had seen this giant's appearance, cold sweat immediately wet his vest.

"...the world of the psychic races, their sculptures."

(End of this chapter)