"In addition, there is Danielle. She will be the only one who can escape from here." After a moment of thinking, Patrick knew what he should do most at the moment. He regretted checking the memory in his head because the result was too
It affected my mood so much that my heart is still beating at a speed far above the normal speed.
"Originally, I wanted to find a breakthrough from the information after knowing it. But I didn't expect that all it would bring to me would be useless and depressing dangers of side effects." Exhaling a breath, Patrick was unwilling, but he still tried hard to recall the time when he was
The message he passed by said, "Even if it's just a little bit, you should be able to know how big the gap is between yourself and the enemy. After encountering it, you should use a few hundred percent speed to escape."
The reference objects were naturally No. 0, which Patrick was familiar with, and the group of experimental subjects who had fought together. He imagined many possibilities, but Patrick found that there was no way to deal with them: "The captain said that even if he
Fighting Mr. Zero head-on. It would be better if the opponent does not enter the scaled state. At least then you can rely on various methods to find opportunities. But once the opponent enters the scaled state, the situation will instantly tip to one side. According to the information,
There is roughly not much difference in strength between the enemy and Mr. Zero, but judging from the two contacts, the enemy is more difficult to deal with than Mr. Zero."
"Just the speed and strength after starting the cross pupil state can form footprints on my outer horny armor. I didn't dodge several attacks. After the stress points are superimposed, I can definitely punch through my body with one punch. Also
The principle of the opponent's perception ability is still not clear yet, and it is not affected by sight and temperature."
There was a crisp sound of being cut apart all over the body, and the magma-like red lines all over Patrick's body began to expand. The red-stained skin was like dry bark, and pieces fell from his body. Then, dark red foamy cuticles formed in groups.
It expands, stretches out the clothes, covers and overlaps layer by layer, and finally becomes fixed like a condensation.
"Ha,,," hot breath came out of his mouth, and Patrick felt very uncomfortable. Driven by instinct, the damaged lungs were wrapped by this kind of horny body, which was like self-treatment and protection. It was tightly covered all over his body.
While radiating an astonishing amount of heat, Patrick said, "This state doesn't seem very good." He felt that after injecting the medicine, his consciousness became a little blurry. It was like waking up after taking a nap, and his whole body felt soft, and he heard the sound
They are all somewhat distorted, with a vague accent.
He looked at the changed color of his hand. It was darker red and the horns were harder. But whether it was effective against the enemy or not, he thought the effect was just the difference in the number of attacks it withstood.
Looking at himself somewhere, Patrick could strongly confirm this at this moment. Although this feeling was vague, it was real. Moving forward and following the stacked supplies, Patrick judged that Danli
I will rush here from which mine is connected, as close as possible to that direction.
"There are about two minutes left." He mentally calculated the time until Daniel went to Cromwell to discuss the matter and then left to contact him. Every second was very long, and Patrick could only hold it tightly with his big palms.
That ultimate alloy dagger, imagine how it can hold on for as long as possible after encountering an enemy.
Touching the steel-cased bomb on his waist, Patrick found a string among the surrounding materials and threaded the pull tabs together. It was impossible for the enemy to turn on the scaly state immediately when they met him. In the previous contact, the enemy probably thought that
If you're facing me, there's no need to do that.
After walking less than a hundred meters, Patrick suddenly and clearly felt the gaze focused on him, which was a warning, and he was forced to retract his steps.
"The enemy knows what I'm thinking!" He had this awareness for a long time, but after being confirmed, Patrick still felt a sense of palpitations. One was due to the enemy's insight, and the other was the perception that there were almost no blind spots. His own
In the eyes of the enemy, the location is as clear as a striking red dot on the map. He has become a fish in a fish tank, and every move is clearly and unobstructedly watched.
Where would it be? Patrick leaned against the wooden box behind him and turned his head to look around. All he could see were stacked supplies of different heights, but nothing else, let alone the hidden enemies. Temperature sensing
It keeps radiating out, and there is no information about the enemy in the heat source.
"Boom!" There was a sudden metal collision nearby. When Patrick reacted, he had already backed away a few meters. He stabilized his body and looked over based on the remaining vibrato. A man wearing a rebel soldier's uniform was already standing in front of him.
Is it so close? Patrick's eyes turned slightly. Just now, he was leaning on the bullet box to look around, and the enemy was on the other side of the bullet box. The straight-line distance between the two was only less than two or three meters away. He actually
Feeling nothing at all, Patrick let out a breath, stared at the enemy holding a forged steel sword in front of him, and let out all the tension in his heart.
"It seems that you should know who I am, maybe you are still unsure."
Patrick didn't reply. He was thinking about the reason why the enemy took the initiative.
"I didn't pounce on me and attack directly, so what I said just now should be right." Cassia thought for a while and said, "I have been observing to make sure you know my identity. It turns out that it is easier to talk openly."
"There is a deal here. I want to talk to you. I wonder if it is possible for us to talk quietly now?"
"What deal?" Patrick looked very cautious and did not focus all his attention elsewhere because of Cassia's words.
"I want you to help me convey a message to the captain of your team, who is one of the knights in the empire. Of course, you don't have to tell which knight you belong to, there is not much communication between them.
Big difference. I have never wanted to have a conflict with you, but the current situation seems not to allow it. Not long ago, I was considering simply relying on danger to warn you, hoping that you would give up interfering in the Qil Kingdom, but it is true that
This is an unfeasible method. So after making sure that your status is definitely not low in the team, I think that talking to you may have good results."
"I don't think it will end well," Patrick responded.
Cassia nodded: "Indeed, as you said, it will not have good results for you alone. I am already a dead person in the empire, and now in this small country, knowing these, I don't care
It’s hard to imagine that death during the assessment is just a planned performance. So for you who know that I am still alive, there is definitely no possibility of leaving this material storage place alive."
"Then what's there to talk about? Mr. Cassia, don't you think this is a joke? Or maybe it's not even a joke!"
"Just think of him as a joke. What I want to say is that your death can prevent the death of others, just like there are about ten other people about two kilometers away from here. One of them is a woman, you should know it.
Not only will they not, but also your captain, and other members related to you. I have the necessary reasons for the king's forces to win this internal war, and I hope that through you, your captain can give up this side."
"Still in other places, I haven't arrived inside the Kingdom of Qi'er yet. Killing you will not bring any real benefit to me, but it will cause more trouble,,,well,,,so, you probably understand what I want to express.
Right? Of course, there is a huge premise here, that is, who they are is more important than their own lives."
"You still have about one minute to think about it. In one minute, the people who are rushing over will arrive here." After saying that, Cassia threw the communicator, "After thinking about it, just stand where you are and contact me. For insurance purposes, this is also a reminder.
.Not long ago, I should have left footprints on your cuticle armor, probably a little more than half of my strength."