Master of the Stars

Mr. Song's current state is indeed not very good.

When Cui Da teleported here before, he could still hear his groan of "Oh, oh." But I don't know when, he is silent anymore, only when he gets close can he hear his heavy breathing.

It is not surprising that Song always ended up in this state. In the traditional cognition of everyone, it is really inexplicable to be able to obtain such a powerful force without any cost.

There are some sequelae, that is normal.

"You should remove the exoskeleton. If this goes on, it will crush him to death." Xu Er made a suggestion, getting started faster than he said.

In fact, with the design level of the Deep Blue Walker exoskeleton, there is no way to cause secondary damage to the manipulator at this time. The problem is that this set of exoskeleton is the property of their team. It really has to be draped on a dead person. Even if it is stripped off, he still thinks it should be!

Ruiwen came to the front and did not stop. Watching Xu Er take off the exoskeleton, Mr. Song, who was in a semi-conscious state inside, was exposed.

Under the dark night, this may be the worst smuggler in Xiacheng today. His eyes were half-open and half-closed. He didn't respond obviously to the surrounding sounds. He just kept heavy breathing to remind everyone that he was still alive.

Perhaps because of the violent airflow from the breathing, the temperature of the air around Mr. Song has risen a lot, which is hotter than other areas on the beach.

"The skin seems dark."

Xu Er noticed this when he took off the exoskeleton. Mr. Song's exposed skin showed a large area of ​​dark spots, and they became a piece of skin. In general, this situation means that the subcutaneous tissues and even the internal organs have been severely damaged.

"The consequences are indeed serious..." He murmured again, and was quickly stared at by Cui Da's stern eyes.

Xu Er understands what Cui Da meant: Ronan's design, they are not qualified to be beaked or evaluated.

He shrugged and checked the damage of the exoskeleton on the spot to see if he could return to a portable state, and pack it away whenever he has the opportunity.

But just as he lowered his head to deal with it, there were exclamations around him.

Xu Er's response was definitely not slow. Even though the guy who attacked him was really abrupt, he still shot out faster than most of the eyewitnesses around him and caught the source of the threat in time.

"Song Yangguo..."

That's right, Mr. Song.

This hapless guy who was still gasping on the beach just straightened up suddenly, like a zombie that bounced up suddenly, stretched out his hands to choke off the throat of Xu Er who was closest to him.

If you do this, you can narrow the road!

When Xu Er lifted his face, Mr. Song's fingertips were no more than a few centimeters away from his throat, but he was very calm-anyway, he is now wearing an exoskeleton. Deep Blue Walker's super defensive power can't withstand those B-level and A-level powerhouses, can't it stop such a madman who is sitting up in shock from a dying illness?

Besides, Mr. Song's movements are obviously weak and slow, and they are not the same as when he was on the boat.

"Dodge!" Rui Wen's short voice rang in her ears.

Xu Er didn't turn around in his mind, but the instinct he had cultivated for many years had the upper hand, driving him to slam down sideways.

It was also at this moment that President Song's attack speed suddenly accelerated, and in the palm of this guy's palm and fingertips, there was clearly a flash of white light-the fire of format!

This is definitely not a dying struggle of ordinary people, but a fatal blow with extraordinary power blessings.

Mr. Song howled again, without reason.

At the same time, he also had the same chaotic burst of fire, overall he did not have a unified order, he lost his thickness and stamina, but his explosive power was still amazing.

In the dull clash between the alloys, Xu Er and the exoskeleton that had just been taken off from Mr. Song collided with each other. All the finishing work done before was bleached, and the face was still rubbed, and after the numbness, it was a drama again. pain.

That was the case, his shoulder was still being pricked by Song Zong's fingertips, and the penetrating impact made his leaning body turned backwards, leaning up and down, quite embarrassed.

It was not until this time that Xu Er could see clearly that Mr. Song’s fingertips did not know when, the strange tissues that appeared to be nails and resemble bone spurs had been "hyperplastic".

This kind of seemingly very hard thing touched and swiped the exoskeleton of high-strength alloy. After moving a little, the front part broke apart, but the outer layer of the armor also showed scars more than two centimeters deep.

This is the most defensive shoulder armor area, and it is often used as a temporary shield.

If it weren't for Xu Er to be obedient and get down in time, showing a tendency to slide sideways, he would not be sure whether the relatively fragile armor of the throat area that Song Zong initially aimed at would be directly pierced?

This is by no means a power that a normal person should possess; nor is it an attribute that Ronan can obtain after blessing the "game skin" made by him.

Xu Erban was lying on the beach with lingering fears, and a specious concept that he had just learned flashed in his mind:

Distortion induced by high-energy environment!

In the mess of thoughts, he was another unsightly back roll, and even used an auxiliary jet to completely distance him from Song.

Looking back at this time, Long Qi and Cui Dadu had already stretched out their hands, trying to control this sudden corpse, abnormally excited humanoid monster.

However, the movements of the two people are not as timely, concise and effective than Ruiwen.

A straight sword finger was poked right on Song's forehead.

The strength did not seem to be great, but at the first moment of the poking, the apparently out-of-control format fire on Mr. Song's body suddenly shrank, as if it was forced back under the pores and skin by some invisible force, although there were still some "Mars" tried to jump out, but overall, it was controlled.

Mr. Song froze for a while, then fell backward.

The arm that had just stretched out still remained rigid at first, but it quickly softened and hung weakly.

Most importantly, the "hyperplastic" nail spurs on his fingertips are also retracting. The same "retracted" back, there is also a large black spot that has spread over his body.

If you use a less rigorous description, at this moment, it seems that you have pressed the reverse button-of course, it is not the previous factual process that turns back, but the negative state displayed by Song Zong's whole body.

"The temperature has dropped." Cui Da captured a very critical factor.

As he said, after Mr. Song wears the "game skin", the high-energy environment of constant radiation pattern fire suddenly disappears at this moment.

It seems that all the signs of extroversion are compressing inwards...well, it's not quite right.

Soon people around discovered that the core of the compression was not in the Song population. At least in the middle and late stages of this process, there is a point that is more prominent:

Mr. Song's forehead was close to his hairline.

Probably that is where Ruiwen's sword hit.

There is a cluster of faint "flames" that are always burning. The previous "flame of format" was not obvious when the ups and downs were repeated, but it was very eye-catching when most areas were restored to normal contrast.

Especially it didn't even ignite the hair on the forehead...

Long Qi wanted to make a complaint so as to alleviate the inexplicable anxiety.

But at this moment, the "flame" was extinguished, everything returned to a low-energy state, a gray-white hair exhausted the flame, and stretched out from a curled state.

The wind speed on this side of the beach is very high. It is also strange to say that no matter how strong the wind is, the hair that has little "trust" has not been cut off from the head of Song total.

It seems to be stuck by sweat, but it is still swaying with the strong airflow.

A group of people around looked at each other.

In the live broadcast room, the audience also expressed that they could not understand this magical and weird scene.

The one who takes the lead is a certain transcendent.

Geng Geng: "Ah this..."

"Did you breathe it in?" Long Qi felt that he needed to reconfirm the scene he had just seen with his own eyes.

Ruiwen also turned her face at this moment and stared at him: "It's okay."

"what?"

In the next second, Ruiwen's index finger hit his forehead.

The forehead didn't hurt, but Long Qi froze in place. Inexplicably, some parts of his body were rapidly withering and drying, and they were still shrinking...

After half a second, Long Qi's reason was determined that it was not his flesh and blood that had shrunk, but it was the real "exoskeleton" that had troubled him not long ago and seemed to still have growth.

The outer layer of "bone armor" seems to have really realized some kind of neural link with him, forming a complete set of information feedback, even the current devastating trend can be known to his brain.

As for its root cause...mostly it was the hair sticking in the back of his head.

Long Qi subconsciously touched the back of his head, just touching the tail of the destruction process of his body's exoskeleton. The first "power ridge" to take shape will disperse at the touch of a touch, and the ashes will fall.

But he suddenly felt that these are just some impurities-because synchronized with it, there is also a flow of energy, and a certain peculiar "sense of restraint", which is infiltrating from the special hair behind his head. And did a certain limited type of "encapsulation."

It's like... it's like the post-war box of the Deep Blue Walker exoskeleton.

It's the reverse process of rewinding again, going back in time, this is...

Long Qi had a similar thought again, and subconsciously looked at Ruiwen. After the latter pointed the finger, he ignored him, stood on the side, and silently looked at the sea.

Obviously, there is nothing to ask from this person.

Long Qi wanted to find a reference again. He cast his gaze into the live broadcast room, but saw that the live broadcast rarely encountered network problems, and some freezes and skips, but he was quickly recovering.

It's weird.

Long Qi felt that the back of his head fell more and more panic. The hair that was pulled out of his head and now inserted back in, seemed to really encapsulate a far surreal weight.

In the Star Clubhouse, a high-level residential area.

A few seconds ago, there was a rare power outage here, which seemed to be a lightning surge, and the line was seriously damaged.

Sun Jiayi, who had lived here recently, went to the most important VIP office while organizing repairs to apologize.

But when she came to the house of Ms. Moura, she saw that the front door was ajar, and there was no sound or figure in the black hole.

Sun Jiayi frowned slightly, not sure whether to go in or not.

At this moment, a breath ran across her neck, and the warmth seemed to be mixed with a slightly fishy blood.