Chapter 303: Veteran (Part 2) [Thanks to the silent leader in the middle of the night, special
"Squeak!! Squeak!!!"
Have you ever heard the whistle made by a pressure cooker? When a magnetic storm visible to the naked eye bursts out from the vent, it is equivalent to hundreds of pressure cookers whistling at the same time.
The sharp buzzing sound immediately made everyone cover their ears.
"Rumble, rumble..."
Following one after another, terrifying magnetic force surged out from the ventilation holes and gathered in the square. For a moment, everyone, whether they were from the alliance or the alien race, was swallowed up by this terrifying magnetic field storm.
"Ah!! I can't stand it anymore!!!"
Fortunately for ordinary soldiers, the impact of the magnetic field on them will not be too great.
But those spiritual exterminators with psychic powers felt as if they were falling into hell under a magnetic field of this magnitude, especially the wave of sound waves following this wave, which became particles in the free magnetic field.
The ripples on the water surface are clearly visible.
Wang Zhao was rolling on the ground in pain. He suddenly glanced sideways and saw the big pot for cooking dumplings.
Suddenly the voice in my mind came to mind, and I gritted my teeth and pounced on it. Regardless of whether the dumpling soup inside was still hot or not, I just turned it upside down on myself and wrapped myself in the pot.
Although this didn't change anything, it made Wang Zhao relax a lot.
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"Shashasha..."
At the same time, outside the fortress, Ding Xiaoyi hurried down with Wang Jialiang on his back.
The old man standing outside the fortress pressed the soul box with both hands and half-squinted his eyes as if he was waiting for Ding Xiaoyi.
It wasn't until Ding Xiaoyi ran up to him that the old man took a closer look at the two young people in front of him.
He nodded heavily: "Just now I was thinking whether the ghost captain would kill you, but I didn't expect that the final result would be so dramatic, what a big show!"
Everything that just happened seemed to be seen by the old man.
Ding Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, but he didn't try to hide anything. He just laughed stupidly, pretending to be stupid.
I have to say that I have good luck with women, but my luck with old men seems to be better.
Having been in contact with these old guys, it is very clear that lying in front of these old guys is not a wise choice.
Just like your nephew who has just entered elementary school, if he lies in front of you, you will see through it at a glance. It is the same reason.
You think you innovate, but in the end you just end up doing the rest.
Even if he is deceiving Sardar.
It was only after he accurately grasped the old ghost's powerful thirst for knowledge that he even let Wang Jialiang take the risk of being crushed to death by Sardar, and successfully deceived the other party.
If this was the case for every old guy, I would really be exhausted.
If you're expecting to tell a lie that you can't even make up, it's better to be more candid by pretending to be stupid.
Sure enough, when the old man saw this, he stopped asking so many questions.
Ding Xiaoyi glanced at the soul-suppressing box in the old man's hand. When he saw the unique mark on the box and the words "God of War", he was slightly touched.
"Um, uncle, you should have some spare morphine here. Look at me..."
Ding Xiaoyi said as he shook the half-dead Wang Jialiang on his shoulders, although he still had a breath left.
But he lost so much blood, he was worried about whether this guy would go into hemorrhagic shock.
"Huh!"
Ding Xiaoyi's words immediately made the old man's eyes light up. The equipment they were wearing were all from more than fifty years ago. In other words, they were all obsolete.
To put it bluntly, these obsolete products are sold online.
It is precisely because of the styles of these obsolete goods that they were allowed to be brought into the base without anyone noticing.
But there are really not many people who really understand this equipment.
The old man took out a bottle of morphine from the inconspicuous pocket on his shoulder and threw it to Ding Xiaoyi. After watching him inject Wang Jialiang, he praised with a smile: "There are not many nostalgic young people like you!"
Ding Xiaoyi continued to smile in response.
I made up my mind that no matter how the old man asked me or how he chatted with me, my answer would always be this stupid expression.
"Uncle, what's going on down there!!"
Since the old man walked out with the soul-suppressing box on his back, the situation below should probably not be as bad as he thought.
"You can see for yourself later!"
The old man gave it up and looked at the sky above his head as he spoke.
"Not bad, better than I expected!"
As he said that, he saw the old man's hand on the spirit box: "I was originally worried that Captain Ghost would interfere with me, but now you have done me a big favor!"
As he spoke, the spirit-suppressing box immediately made a "click-click-click..." sound as the old man pressed it with his palm.
As the box is opened.
A bronze halberd blade was firmly sealed in the spirit box.
An unstoppable murderous aura made Ding Xiaoyi take two steps back.
"Disaster!!"
Even though he was prepared in his heart, when the soul-suppressing box was actually opened, Ding Xiaoyi could not help but feel shocked in his heart.
The psychic creatures in this box seem to be more difficult to deal with than Sardar.
I saw the black aura quickly covering the old man's body along his palms.
It transformed into a pitch-black battle armor, tightly wrapping the old man's body inside.
"Could it be..."
Suddenly, Ding Xiaoyi seemed to understand what this old guy was going to do. He looked up at the sky and looked at the old man whose figure was no longer the straight face.
"Wait a minute, you're going to die if you do this!"
This spiritual space was created by several elders of the foreign race after they sacrificed their lives.
The quality of space is astonishing.
Even if you use the psychic creatures in the spirit-suppressing box to forcefully break through to the disaster spirit level, it is definitely not an easy task to split this space.
What's more, this will produce a huge backlash. For such an old man who is almost 70 years old, doing this will undoubtedly lead to death.
"We can wait a little longer. This space will last less than two months at most and it will disintegrate. We can then..."
"That's too late!"
The old man interrupted Ding Xiaoyi before he could finish speaking.
What is underneath the base? Just the logistics of more than 20,000 people, as well as 20,000 troops, and wounded people. The food and energy consumed every day, no matter how sufficient the reserves are, cannot withstand long-term consumption.
There are too many wounded people who need to be sent for medical treatment, and they cannot afford to delay them either.
More importantly, every day of delay will make the situation outside unstable.
Unions and federations need to invest a lot of resources every day to maintain stability.
Just by constantly adding reinforcements to the nearby 24th District, the supplies and financial resources consumed every day are astronomical.
The union needs precise information to stabilize people's hearts
The Alliance needs a big win to appease parents who have lost their children.
Some things cannot be delayed!
Under the old man's white eyebrows, his eyes narrowed into a slit.
He turned around and cast an admiring look at Ding Xiaoyi, which made him feel unusually gratified.
They are old, and the poisons of time and psychic essence have eaten away at their bodies early on.
Even a long time ago, old guys like them were only one step away from becoming a disaster spirit.
But this step is like a chasm, no matter how hard it is to jump over.
They have no chance, but these young people have such an opportunity.
It is conceivable that in the next ten or twenty years, these young guys will truly grow up and become big trees in the sky.
What a golden age that was.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, it's a pity... it's a pity..."
The old man sighed, opened his palm, and an amber potion appeared in his hand.
The potion was opened, and after the old man drank it all, the empty bottle fell at his feet.
"Bang bang..."
There is still a little bit of residual medicinal residue in the solid glass bottle.
"What is this??" Wang Zhao, who was hiding in the pot, looked at the medicine bottle rolling down at his feet.
I couldn't help but quietly lift the cauldron above my head to take a look.
The air was filled with a thick magnetic field storm. Under the magnetic field storm, the huge fireball was suddenly torn apart.
Even the demon began to twist, split, and blur under the interference of the magnetic field storm.
Under the strong magnetic storm, the most painful people are those aliens.
Their spiritual energy was completely disrupted.
It's okay if you are less powerful. The stronger you are, the greater the impact will be and the more painful it will be.
"Snail! Snail! Snail!!"
Among the foreigners, the elder who had been following Barus suddenly fell to the ground and kept shouting one word.
But no one understands what it means.
If Barrus were still alive, he would definitely understand that the conch the elder mentioned refers to the internal structure of this fortress, which is completely like a conch.
In other words, these magnetic storms are traps that have been designed long ago.
The unique structure inside the fortress is used to amplify the effect of the magnetic storm.
Just like a musical instrument, with a gentle blow, a rich musical sound can be heard.
This was a trap designed long ago, waiting for them to rush in and rush here.
The elder understood everything, but he woke up too late.
Wang Zhao looked at the old people around him in horror.
I saw pale golden veins appearing on the faces of the old people in front of me.
Her hair, which should have been snow-white, suddenly turned blonde at this moment.
Dots of golden light floated around them, and everyone was like a golden torch, burning brightly.
But Wang Zhao looked carefully and saw that these so-called golden radiances were clearly the flesh and skin split from these old people.
Their flesh is decomposing at a rapid rate.
"Oh my God! What did you eat??"
Wang Zhao picked up the medicine bottle from the ground and saw that there was no writing on the medicine bottle.
"Kid, leave the rest to us old guys."
A big hand patted Wang Zhao's shoulder, and an old man with a kind face, carrying a spear, walked step by step towards the aliens in front.
"Charge group, charge!!!"
One person's voice is worth more than thousands of troops.
Under the sound of charging that had been buried for a long time, golden fires burned one after another, and they quickly rushed towards the alien legions in front.
Like a sharp sword, it pierces the enemy's heart.
An old soldier never dies, he just withers away. Even if a moth flies to the flame, he will still be vigorous.