After Becoming a Little |

In fact, they were right. Nearly killing her meant not killing her. As long as they couldn't kill her all at once, they could only make her stronger in the end.

It would be fun if he could kill her in one fell swoop.

The girl in Xuanpao raised her feet and walked forward, but when she stepped out, she found that her shoes had been broken, and there was a layer of fine gravel where she stepped.

But she didn't care, her white feet just stepped on the rough ground.

Every time he took a step, the black robe on his body would shatter and fall down.

By the time she walked to the flat ground, the black robe had turned into flying rags, each piece of cloth was shining with the luster of embossed gold thread, and fell heavily to the ground.

This proves that the door of truth's attack is still effective, at least she can't protect her clothes, if it's really a strong and invincible protagonist like Naruto or Gay, she can't break her clothes and keep her hair in order.

Xuanpao tyrant can't do it, there's something to eat.

So she patted the broken pieces on her body, and finally revealed the special lightweight defensive armor kindly provided by the Academy of Sciences of the Republic over there...

Gritting their teeth, the Special Forces of the Gate of Reality raised their heavy weapons, and once again aimed at this powerful guy with a strange style of painting that subverted cognition.

"Don't you think that I was carried down by the flesh?"

The tyrant without the black robe knocked on the ultra-lightweight armor on his body that didn't look much thicker than his clothes: "I rely on technology, high technology—have you heard of the force field shield?"

Her armor is different from the military green of the Ninth Bureau Field Service, which is full of combat effectiveness, and has a special aesthetic painting process.

Presumably, the crazy scientists of the Academy of Sciences of the Republic also felt embarrassed to use mass-produced paint to supply their own tyrants, so they deliberately invited the masters of Central America to do a little modification-full of fantasy, full of Power, full of You can tell at a glance that it is a very high-end and very expensive web game style.

Chasing 9+17, the only one in the whole server, handsome enough.

"By the way, thank you for the electric shock, now this product is 400% charged..."

In fact, it’s not. It’s just a special protective metal that the Republic can’t mass-produce. In Blue Star’s current man-made metal strength sequence, it should be the top one—because it’s too lightweight, it can’t be inserted into it. Everything else is just a set of armor.

But the future fighters at the Gate of Truth believed it, and believed it.

They didn't speak, just fired again in silence, trying to use their invincible firepower to bury the high-tech tyrant in the explosion.

There is no such thing as an invincible defense, only a greater equivalent of truth.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-"

Bazookas, grenades, directional mines, flamethrowers, rifle grenades...everything they could bring and use, they smashed them all.

No one can survive this kind of attack, even if the opposite is a real tank, it should be turned into a torch now.

It wasn't until the shock wave came engulfed in a heat wave, covering the entire area in front of it, that the leader of the future soldier lowered the bazooka in his hand, stood up and turned around to make a ceasefire gesture to his subordinates: "Quasi-what?!"

He screamed, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the fire center area.

The sound of small footsteps was so ear-piercing amidst the still lingering sound of the flames burning.

"Sand-sand-sand-"

The flames did not dissipate, like a wall, and even the sky was burned into a glow.

The future warriors even stopped breathing, looking in disbelief at the figure slowly walking out of the flames—the figure that was almost unscathed...

"I'm really very disappointed..."

The Mount Tairuo sword was not out of its sheath, and was dragged upside down on the ground, dragging a gentle gully out of the solid ground.

The sound just now was not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of the sword being dragged on the bombed and shattered ground, hitting stones.

The other party walked out of the area covered by the fire scene step by step, each step seemed to be stepping on the apex of the hearts of future soldiers, making them shake involuntarily.

This invisible and intangible aura is no less than a little praying mantis looking up at the mouse-style Tank slowly approaching in front of it.

"You still haven't made any progress, what about laser weapons? What about space-based weapons? If it really doesn't work, you can even try to develop weapons like Psychic Undercurrents... Imagination confines your attack methods."

His Royal Highness, the tyrant who seemed to come out of hell, looked down at everyone, as if a demon king came to the earth: "Is there any other way? If not, I think I'm tired of playing."

She has tested her upper limit again, just like facing the Tank of Sato Manor before.

The inheritance given to her by Sister Immortal gave her the current defensive strength, and this is still an inheritance that has not been fully digested.

"... Alternate cover! Evacuate!"

The leading future soldier raised the last gun in his hand and fired continuously at the figure.

They backed away, watching the tungsten-core bullets in their hands shoot out sparks one after another on the opponent's armor, but they couldn't figure out the reason anyway.

Force field shield?Force field shield? ?

fart!They are the most high-tech existences in the entire Blue Star, and they have never heard of such a force field shield that can resist tactical bombing.

If it has this level, the Republic will not even think about engaging in any trade wars. With their invincible Blue Star Army equipped with shields, they can flatten the whole world!

The two teams of future fighters backed away, keeping out of the combat range and out of sight of each other.

I didn't see the other party chasing...

So they jumped onto the two speedboats parked on the shore almost at the speed of fleeing for their lives, and started the vehicle that had been prepared long ago to try to evacuate.

"Go! Get out of here! Detonate the mines!"

The leading future soldier opened his helmet, greedily breathing the salty wind with the smell of the sea, and sincerely felt what it means to survive after a catastrophe.

He subconsciously looked back at the pier on the shore. The opponent was dragging his sword, barefoot, and just stood there without moving.

Brother Wei showed a cruel smile: "You are so proud——"

As he spoke, he took the detonator handed over by his subordinates, and rested his fingers on the only red button.

Then, he widened his eyes and looked at the long sword held high above his head. The sense of crisis washed over his mind like a surging tsunami.

The other party's voice was faint, with a little sarcasm, drifting over with the wind: "You know what P—"

There is a dazzling light, straight into the sky———

……

……

A gray car was parked at the pier.

The driving man stared dumbfounded at the messy pier area, and subconsciously pressed the communicator.

There was a rustling sound from the communicator, but there was no echo.

Poseidon Poseidon looked around, frowned and turned back to look at the way she came from. The police siren full of warning from the Metropolitan Police Department had been faintly heard from there.

Apparently, their collaborators are reminding them to go quickly, the righteous Japanese police officers are coming to clean up the ground.

Scattered members of the Real Gate ambush ran out from the corner, and the driving man scanned around, and found that he was actually the highest-ranking existence in this group.

Oh, no, there is a senior executive beside him.

He turned his head to look at Sea God Boji: "My lord, what should we... do?"

In fact, he didn't know what happened until now. After all, his companions looked panic-stricken. It didn't look like they had completed the ambush mission, but more like they were ambushed by someone.

Bo Ji looked at these guys, and looked at a less embarrassed existence: "What happened? Where's the target?"

"The target... The target has escaped." The not so embarrassed man was trembling, with a blank look in his eyes: "Our combat troops were completely wiped out, and the other party used some kind of weapon of mass destruction..."

"..."

Poseidon Borgie blinked, and looked again at the pier that was shrouded in flames, and the flames illuminated half of the sky.

If she remembered correctly, the so-called weapons of mass destruction on the other party seemed to be just a few crystal bombs the size of pens—how did these things blow up the pier like this?

With a person's size, what can he carry to achieve this level?

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The sound of metal knocking came again and again. It sounded like someone was holding a small stick and knocking on the iron railing one after another.

But with this sound, the remaining members of the Gate of Reality fell into some kind of collapse, and scattered and fled away again.

"Wait—wait! What's going on?!" The driving man was startled, he had never seen such a shameful scene.

Poseidon Boji looked up at the container pile, the figure with smooth feet dangling, as if blowing wind on the balcony.

The Tairuo Mountain Sword in the opponent's hand, accompanied by the shaking of his body, knocked on the top of the container, making such an inexplicable sound that made people palpitate.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

"No! No!"

A lackey of the Reality Gate who subconsciously raised his head screamed with the sound. He saw the figure, and immediately squatted down covering his face, screaming hoarsely: "I didn't see it! I didn't see anything— —”

Poseidon Boji's pupils narrowed slightly, looking at the absurd scene in front of him.

The people at the Gate of Truth are either civilians retired from the official intelligence department of Millikin, or combatants recruited from the military forged death lists. Even the most peripheral D-class cannon fodder are criminals who have been recruited for security.

To put it bluntly, these people have basically received professional training, and there are not a few who have seen blood, and no one is timid.

But now, what I saw was a panic-stricken C-level combatant...

The barefoot figure looked down, waved his hands casually, and said in a nice voice, "You can solve it yourself, you're welcome."

So the figure kneeling on the ground raised his hand without hesitation, stuffed the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

Red and white, hot liquid shot out from the back of his head, and there was still steam on the pier in winter, creating a slight white mist.

The rest are still at large...

Poseidon Boji looked at her: "What... did you do?"

"A hallucination."

The figure didn't move, and made a big circle with his hands: "A huge illusion makes them feel that they are now facing a cruel top predator, such as an alien queen or a hungry dragon. If they are caught, they will be served as extra meals—of course, the actual image is determined according to their most feared appearance. This is called local computing. I still get inspiration from modern game production, which can effectively relieve the art team. and server pressure."

"..." Sea God Bo Ji opened her mouth, unable to speak.

"Spiritual power is like brain waves...maybe it's brain waves?" The figure nodded his lips in doubt: "It may be something else, but I don't specialize in this, I only know I’m not very good at research, if possible, maybe I should write an experiment report for professionals to look at and provide some reference.”

No matter how stupid the driving man was, he should know something was wrong by now. He stared at Sea God Bo Ji with wide eyes, and then looked up at the figure sitting on the high place, knowing that there was an unknown PY relationship between the two.

But he didn't say anything stupid like 'So you're a boy', but pretended that he didn't see anything, stepped back a few steps, and pulled out a gun behind Poseidon Boji with lightning speed. Aimed at the back of her head—

"boom--"

With a clear gunshot, the yellow shell flew out and bounced on the ground. The metallic color reflected the surrounding firelight, giving it a cyberpunk aesthetic.

The driver's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the blood color gradually smearing on his chest, he looked back stiffly.