Chapter 513 Portal
"what's the situation?"
Fu Qinghai asked Camille.
"Very, very minor minor injuries."
The pharmacist shrugged and said:
"It healed so quickly that no scars were left."
At this time, in the medical room of the Su Zheng, a Space Marine was lying on the operating table and was undergoing a full-body examination by the pharmacist. The conclusion was that there was nothing wrong with him, including his assault-type Terminator armor, which was also repeatedly inspected by the technical sergeant. After checking, no virus intrusion or machine soul contamination was found.
"Please describe the situation again."
Fu Qinghai said to his subordinates.
"Khan, it was like this..."
The Space Marine tried his best to recall all the details.
After hearing this, Fu Qinghai held his chin and said nothing.
"What do you think?"
Fu Qinghai turned to look at his Samsara teammates.
"The Terminator, very much like that."
Ron said.
"And it's a version above T-1000."
Upton's conclusion is more detailed:
"He described it very clearly. The silver liquid metal is Skynet's T series, not the Legion's REV series. The Legion's new terminator is black liquid metal."
"Then what's the point of sneak attacking my soldiers?"
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
"Maybe it's just a test?"
Ron scratched his head and said:
"Maybe these Terminators just want to see if they can break through the defense of the Tactical Dreadnought Armor."
"Hmm...most likely."
Fu Qinghai touched his chin and thought.
Even if the unknown model of Terminator breaks through the defense of the Assault Terminator's power armor, it's actually not a big deal. After all, real battles are not a competition of attack and defense values in the game. Powered armor is not a round sphere. There are weak gaps in any armor, even Iron Man's suit. The eyepiece and neck of the Space Marine's power armor are well-known weak points. Fu Qinghai himself often exploited these weaknesses to kill traitorous Space Marines with one blow. But can this weakness be accurately found in a fierce battle? It's all up to you.
The key is...
The Terminator is among the zombies.
Is this situation worthy of analysis and interpretation?
"Qing Ming."
Fu Qinghai said softly.
"I'm here, Master."
Qing Ming's voice rang in his ears.
"Where is Ultron?"
Fu Qinghai asked bluntly.
"Sorry, Master."
Qing Ming's tone was a little helpless:
"Ultron is aware of my existence and is currently strengthening its defenses. It is temporarily unable to lock his location."
"Okay, then you continue."
Fu Qinghai nodded.
Except for the small episode of the Terminator, there were no unexpected disturbances during the battle group's occupation of Manhattan Island, and the island was cleared of zombies very smoothly.
In this chaotic card game with an unknown number of players, Fu Qinghai played his cards carefully and cautiously. He had just gained a solid foothold and was not in a hurry to throw out Wang Zha immediately.
The one who will show off the Emperor-class battleship when he comes up.
I'm afraid I haven't won several fights with landlords.
When someone else shows up against three, you show up as king or king, right?
Perfect Humanity took out a Zombie Demon, and Fu Qinghai threw out an Iron Buddha Terminator to cover it up. Perfect Humanity took out a Chaos Zombie, and Fu Qinghai threw out a "Broken Army Golden Armor" to eat it. Drop, it's a bit like showing off one's tricks.
The battlefield is like a dark forest shrouded in the fog of war. Fu Qinghai doesn’t know what methods Perfect Human has yet to use, and Perfect Man doesn’t know his back-up plan, but he must try his best to keep that he always has trump cards in his hand. .
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
The existence of a third camp is suspected.
No one wants to be that "mantis".
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at the same time.
New York, Staten Island.
The zombies here have also been cleaned up.
There is only one bridge connecting Staten Island to downtown Brooklyn, New York, and the ocean forms a simple barrier to prevent the spread of the virus to a certain extent. The population here is not particularly dense, and perfect humans don't seem to pay much attention to it. As a result, there are not many zombies here. The fifth dimension spellcasters quickly wiped out all of them and then occupied the island.
At this moment, in the middle of Staten Island.
A group of mages or warlocks formed a circle.
They are all spell casters from the fifth dimension.
The levels of these spellcasters are not very high, but they all have one characteristic in common - they all have learned a metamagic specialty called "Spell Synergy"!
Spell synergy, a famous metamagic feat, is specifically used to make the spell more effective by casting the same spell in conjunction with another or multiple individuals.
There are twelve spellcasters here at this time.
They gathered in a circle and chanted a spell together.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..."
The caster's chant echoed.
The half-elf druid stood on the roof, quietly watching his men continue to cast spells. Although he does not participate in the joint casting process, he still has to stand by and ensure that this casting is foolproof, because this determines the direction of major events in the plot line.
The perfect human beings have made full-strength attacks with almost no reservations. The opponent is so unreserved. Ashborn judges that there is a high probability that they belong to the Ultron camp. The reincarnations of the Avengers camp are also not to be outdone, although the superheroes are almost completely wiped out.
But that giant construct...
Every time Axiborne thought about that scene, he still had some lingering fear - a black gold four-armed giant fell from the sky, completely dismembered the chaos zombies with just a few swords, and then his arms spurted out the world-burning flames. Axiburn was far away from him Everyone can feel the extreme temperature hitting their faces, enough to melt gold fossils. The perfect human secret weapon, Chaos Zombie, didn't even go through a round when encountering that construct.
It is indeed a construct.
Rather than some kind of golem.
Ashbern was very sure.
He once traveled to the Machine Realm, an outer plane in the Dungeons \u0026 Dragons universe. Even there, he had never seen such a powerful machine man or construct.
This is just like Landlords. Some people are worried that they will throw away the king bomb too early and will have no cards to play in the later stage. Some people are worried that they will be too hesitant to play cards and a bunch of good cards will be rotten in their hands.
Witnessing the Druid of the Zero Realm Guild turning into a crow and flying into the head of the construct, they were obviously in the same group, and Ashborn was now worried that if he didn't take action...
The reduction in reincarnation point income is still secondary.
The key is that it may offend that adult.
As a result, the society's efforts fell short.
"Is there any news from that lord?"
Ashborn asked in a low voice.
"No, boss."
The drow shook his head and said.
"We can't wait any longer."
Ashborn said to himself.
It's like giving yourself some confidence.
"He said that if he wants to come as a savior, he needs the earth to become bad enough - what perfect humans are doing now fully meets this requirement. But! This world can never be saved before the savior comes. There is only One God, mortals do not need a second savior, otherwise the foolish people would not know which one to believe in.”
The more Ashbern spoke, the more determined he became.
It seems that he is constantly confirming his decision-making.
"You're right, boss."
The drow could only agree.
"Resident evil can only be ended by us."
Ashborn stared at the reincarnations who were casting spells.
"Hiss-"
With the chanting of the wizards and warlocks, it finally ended.
A huge twisted phenomenon appeared in the sky. The space was like a soft and transparent curtain, which was scratched and torn apart by a giant hand in an instant, revealing the dark deep space of the universe behind it, and the swarming people in the deep space. biological fleet.
The spellcasters from the fifth dimension worked together to cast spells and forcibly opened a portal that connected to a terrifying planet tens of thousands of light years away from the earth. The orbit of the planet is abnormally disordered, and it stays at more than 70 degrees Celsius below zero all year round. There is a layer of ice crystal snowflakes condensed from blood floating in the clouds - it is said that they are all snowflakes condensed from the blood of alien slaves. The reputation of terror is huge in the galaxy.
Chitauri.
Marvel's famous bloody mercenary and slave leader.
The spatial rift is getting bigger and bigger.
Chitauri flying chariots were scurrying around, Leviathan bioships were soaring slowly, there were also howling Chitauri soldiers and blue plasma beams shooting everywhere...
Blue sky over Staten Island.
Almost filled to the brim with alien armies!
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