As if a large piece of solid ice had been broken by a crushing cone, my feet sank and immediately fell into the broken ice. At the moment of sinking, I heard a long sigh from Alpha that was almost a whisper: "Wind, I'm sorry.
"
"What does he mean?" I was confused, but my attention immediately returned to the environment in front of me.
My body can move freely, but it seems to be soaked in a kind of dense gel, and the movements are slow and heavy. Yesak's body is at my feet, with its limbs spread out, weird and ridiculous. Who would be a little kid?
After seeing the power of the Phantom Demon, there is no doubt who will end up like him.
In front of me to the right is the place where the Phantom Demon originally existed. He has stood up slowly and is walking backward step by step. He is a dark-skinned man wearing a loose gray robe, with only the top of his neck exposed.
Partly. I think the four arms on his back must be hidden in the black robe and will be revealed at any time to kill people.
He retreated towards the light behind him, but did not jump straight up and enter the corridor. I slowly followed him, and based on the common way of thinking, I speculated that after he was imprisoned for a very long period of time, once he was revived, there would be
His limbs were stiff for quite a long time and needed recovery. Maybe that would be a good time for me to kill him.
The feeling of stagnation in his body became weaker and weaker, and the stone walls on both sides gradually tightened until only one meter was left, as if he had entered a corridor clamped by high walls. He began to run, and his speed became faster and faster.
The robe was flying like a strange dark cloud.
At this moment, I also relied on the transparent colloids around me and truly stood in the air, and my mood immediately calmed down.
There are black bluestone slabs under my feet, and there are high walls made of huge bluestones on the left and right sides. When I look up, I see roofs that are more than ten meters high. Without a compass, it is impossible to tell the direction. I feel
It was as if I had entered a huge tomb. No matter where I went, everything I saw was hard and cold stone.
I used Qinggong to chase forward. Since the phantom demon was timidly retreating, it proved that my guess was correct and the opponent was unable to fight at this moment.
The narrow corridor continued for about three hundred meters, and suddenly it opened up in front of it, and there was a square stone room with torches on the walls. It was at least ten meters long, but it was empty. There was a two-meter-long stone room on the left wall of the room.
A high, one meter wide hole, this is the only passage extending forward.
I hesitated for a few seconds, then got into the corridor again, chasing after him.
The size of this tunnel is already the minimum limit to ensure that the Phantom Demon can pass through. He can only escape this way, but I can't imagine what is at the end of the tunnel, and he has built so many complicated passages in a small underground space.
, what’s the point?
After passing through the corridor, stone chamber, stone chamber, corridor and so on seven times in a row, I felt that I had entered the depths of a maze. As long as it is a maze, there will be an end. When I passed the last square stone chamber, I turned into
After only taking about thirty steps along the corridor, a steep cliff suddenly appeared in front of us.
It didn't matter that there was only a cliff, but it was also a strong wind inhalation port. I was sucked down unexpectedly, and my body fell into a smooth stone trough, sliding down.
My vision became dazzled, and I repeatedly saw a huge metal machine standing abruptly toward the sky, with various strange symbols painted on the outer wall.
I arched my body, carefully protecting the back of my head and sides, and waited until the slide stopped, then I immediately jumped up.
Two hundred steps ahead, there really stood a silver spacecraft, about a hundred meters high, with a sharp cone warhead installed on the top. It was unimaginable that it would be placed in a space under the belly of a mountain.
Moreover, the space I am currently in is extremely vast, at least as big as four conjoined standard football fields.
The walls on all sides of the space are covered with slides of different lengths. The entrance where I fell is just one of them. The slide is quite steep, with a vertical angle of more than 60 degrees and a height of at least 30 meters. If you want to climb,
It's probably not easy to climb up.
In such an empty place, people already seem extremely small. If this aircraft belongs to the Phantom Demon, this place should be his last lair. I wonder why he didn't rush towards the "Asian Gear" after breaking free, but kept retreating.
, come back here.
The top of the space is still a cyan stone wall, and there is no exit for spacecraft launches. This reminds me of the world of Afang Palace, where the top is also a stone wall of the same color, as if these people hollowed out the hinterland of the mountain just for storage.
All these weird things.
"Where are you?" I yelled in anger. There was no reply, no reply at all.
I walked towards the spacecraft and looked at the characters painted on its silver shell. They were sometimes large and sometimes small, sometimes slanted and sometimes straight, and chaotic, like grass that had been gnawed by wild beasts. The cylindrical fuselage was secured by a three-legged bracket.
The bracket is firmly embedded in the bluestone floor. I am standing at one foot of the bracket at the moment.
For a metal object that is a hundred meters high and more than twenty meters in diameter, this bracket is undoubtedly too slender. It is only twisted from a gray metal rod and is only thirty centimeters in diameter. A narrow one
The gangway extends from a small door ten meters high. There is no doubt that this is the entrance to the aircraft.
If aliens come to the earth, there must be corresponding aircraft. This is 100% certain in the works of many astronauts. Of course, space creatures that do not rely on aircraft and are aircraft themselves will also exist, but so far
, still only appears in third-rate science fiction novels.
Even alien organisms with highly developed technology cannot compare with synthetic metals in their ability to withstand cosmic rays, meteorite flows, and high temperatures. The biggest difference between humans and animals is their ability to use tools. Of course, aliens also fit this mold.
A natural law.
"I'm here." He appeared near the other leg of the stand, fifty steps away from me. He was still wearing a gray robe, but there was a silver helmet on his head, covering the area above the neck.
In his hand, he held a two-foot-long triangular weapon, which looked very similar to the triangular pyramids and triangular spurs used by the people on earth.
"This is a battle between two people, and it is also a battle between Martians and Earthlings. Unfortunately, due to the extreme consumption of energy, we cannot let you see the latest weapons of the Martians. However, this primitive weapon is enough to kill
I'll kill all the people on earth. If you didn't have the information I need in your mind, I might have sent you to the dead end at the other end of the maze, without having to talk to you-"
He waved the triangular pyramid in mid-air, made a strange "woo" sound, and slowly stepped towards me.
The helmet's visor was black, so I couldn't see his expression clearly when he spoke. I could only feel that his words and deeds were full of helplessness, and that he was enveloped in a huge sadness.
"Information? What do you need? Aren't you who flew to the earth from distant space omnipotent? Do you still need people on earth to provide information?" I backed away slowly, trying to lead him away from the aircraft and to a more open place.
"To complete the mission, energy is needed, infinite amount of energy, but the earth's existing materials cannot provide that at all, so I drove the spacecraft to search nearly forty spherical coverage areas on the earth's surface, and finally found this place. Instead,
Falling into your trap——"
The steps he took forward became bigger and bigger, and he suddenly jumped up, and the triangular pyramid hit his head.
I have no doubt about the importance of energy to the Martians, Alphas and Lords of the Earth, because they all mentioned the situation of "energy depletion". Just like a car needs gas and humans need to eat, when they fly to a strange world
, must find fuel, supplies, and food for their own use. Obviously, a space suitable for the survival of earthlings cannot make them feel "at home", so they can only adopt increasingly embarrassing workarounds, and the result is that
The abilities of these aliens have been greatly reduced, and they have degenerated into a situation where they fight with earthlings with cold weapons.
The screams from the triangular pyramids were deafening. Just as I was dodging sideways, one triangular pyramid suddenly transformed into dozens of them, connecting them into a huge silver circle, blocking all directions of avoidance on all sides.
I suddenly drew my sword and flew towards him, attacking with attack. The "over-distance sword" came faster than the triangular pyramid. Before his encirclement was closed, my sword dug into the flying piece.
With a smooth stroke inside his gray robe, the gray robe silently tore apart, revealing the silver metal clothing he wore underneath.
The shadow of the triangular pyramid shrank and was no longer visible.
"Your techniques are very fast, your thoughts change quickly, and your mental calculation frequency is faster, so you are the best test subject I need at the moment. I know that people on earth can last for about three to seven days without a supply of nutrients.
It will never exceed the limit of ten days, which means that within two hundred and forty hours, your body will die. Then, the soul will escape and be incorporated into the calculation center of the aircraft, hahahaha..."
He let go of his hand, and the triangular pyramid fell to the ground. With a "chi" sound, it slid into the stone without any hindrance. Only the inch-long handle was exposed. The seemingly blunt weapon was so sharp, and it was different from the world in the world.
How similar is the "Dark Iron Heavy Sword" that is rare in a thousand years?
"I can see that you still don't have a clear understanding of Mars technology, and you are still thinking about illusory legends like the 'Black Iron Heavy Sword'. Think about it, in the process of searching for energy sources in the past, I left behind on the earth
Any kind of discarded material will become a treasure that will arouse your joy. The weapons in your mind are just damaged parts of the aircraft that I threw away. People on earth have a saying, 'One day above the sky, there is no place on earth.
"Thousands of years", this sentence is extended, that is to say, if Mars technology develops in 24 hours, people on earth will need a thousand 365 days multiplied by 24 hours to catch up. Therefore,
The earth will always become a colony of alien stars. This was decided at the beginning of the formation of the Milky Way——"
I know that since he can control Tang Qing and Tiger with his thoughts, he must also be able to read the thoughts in my mind.
"Give up the idea of fighting. Trying to use swords to kill aliens is completely wrong. Can you kill colds with swords? Can you kill flames with bullets, or knock down thunder and lightning with sticks? You and I,
We have nothing in common. The me you see in your eyes is not the real me. What is standing in front of you now is just one of the thousands of forms of Martian existence. Maybe we should talk calmly.
, maybe I can invite you into the aircraft and take a look at the Martian world?"
He glanced at the knife in my hand with disdain, then turned back and pointed at the gangway.
I slowly sheathed the knife, but shook my head and refused his invitation. When I fought with the shadows of the phantom demons, I lamented that it would be too difficult to defeat them in the real environment of people on earth. After all, no one can do that.
Fast release speed.
"There's no easy way to kill them, he's right." I admit this. Maybe Alpha realized this earlier, so he could only "trap" him instead of "kill" him.
"You mean, humans will have no chance of survival if they enter here?" I looked around at the slides and holes on the stone walls.
"There used to be many people who were bewitched by Alpha and rushed here with the determination to 'save the earth and kill the powerful enemy'. What was the result? They just became victims between him and me. You may not have had time to look back.
, those maze tubes leading here can never be traced back. When you think you have discovered the target, it is exactly the beginning of your own death. Now, you understand why I retreated instead of rushing.
Let’s go to ‘Asian Gear’—”
He patted his helmet with some regret and sighed with emotion: "This is Alpha's trap. He set up the bait, and then set up a maze route around the bait that can only be entered but not retreated. In those tubes, there are many things that can be filled at any time.
The solidified inert gas can turn the pipe into an extremely hard crystal at any time if he wishes."
Of course, I didn't have time to look back. After all, my purpose was to hunt down the Phantom Demon and eliminate harm to the earth.
"You are also his victim, without exception. The final result is death, and then turned into dust. Your thoughts are absorbed by the aircraft and become part of the energy of Mars. However, this will be another serial trap of Alpha. In the initial killing battle
, I didn’t realize that continuously absorbing the energy of people on earth would increase my combat effectiveness in a short period of time, which would bring about the worst results. My Martian qualities were disappearing, replaced by the thoughts and physique of people on earth.
, way of thinking - fortunately, I realized this, stopped the action of absorbing a large amount of energy, and instead selectively absorbed the energy of those highly intelligent human beings..."
This is very similar to the example in which the great god Tu Rihan absorbed the energy of the man-eating crocodile and the golden-threaded viper, and his body shape changed horribly. These two groups, from Mars and Saturn respectively, invariably repeated the same thing.
The path of self-destruction. The only difference is that the Great God Tu Rihan seeks self-destruction, while the Phantom Demon is secretly plotted by Alpha.
Perhaps the smile on my face hurt him, and he suddenly raised his voice: "Why are you laughing? Is what I said ridiculous?"
I shook my head: "No, it's not funny at all. I've been thinking, your ability to drive human thoughts is so superb, why can't you get out of trouble? Are you frozen in a crystal?"
When I found him, he was imprisoned motionless, without the ability to resist, and was not as powerful as he described.
"I'm just trying out ways to eliminate those inert gases. In fact, I'm only a little bit closer to breaking through. Because Alpha's sealing power has been reduced by two-thirds, which is no longer enough to re-solidify the crystal. However, when you enter
After my world, I suddenly discovered that the energy I really need is in you, including the angry flame that illuminates everything. That is what Martians need most——"
He couldn't help waving his hands, looking extremely excited.
"Do you need 'Samadhi True Fire'?" I carefully changed the topic, hoping to explore the likes, dislikes and weaknesses of Martians. For humans, as long as there are likes and dislikes, there will be fatal weaknesses, without exception, I can boldly guess
, so will the Martians.
"Of course, we need a temperature that is at least twice the human body temperature on Earth, and the ideal goal is close to three times, which is equivalent to the temperature of boiling water. This is the constant temperature standard for the Martian environment. Only in that case, the thinking calculations of Martians
Only by reaching the limit can I become a truly advanced civilized creature. On earth, my own abilities gradually degrade. When this degradation reaches a certain level, not only do all my powers disappear, but the activity of my brain cells drops to zero, and I become
The 'vegetable' you call is like an unconscious 'vegetable' that continues to live until the destruction of the earth. In the consciousness of people on earth, they have always thought that aliens have superpowers and can do whatever they want, but if they become a 'vegetable'
', it will exist in pain for hundreds or thousands of years, isn't it far beyond what people on earth can bear?"
When he said "temperature" and "vegetables", I seemed to think of something: "