Chapter 520 The accumulated weight
"Ether explosion period." Noisy Monster looked at the changes in the Tool King in front of him.
Wan Yi doesn't care what the Tool King will become after directly hitting the opponent's head hard. Of course, for an adaptive system troublemaker, the most likely possibility of such a punch is to destroy some device in the opponent's brain, and the brain will begin to regenerate after a short period of destruction.
Not coming back means death.
If it comes back again.
The Tool King's experience of being suppressed for at least ten years, being driven as a toy or a weapon, and the countless emotions that had been accumulated, lost control at this moment.
He came out of his daze, then fell into a deeper daze.
Then the aether exploded.
Previously, due to the special state of the Tool King, Wan Yi and others could only vaguely judge that the Tool King should be in the second stage as a troublemaker, and the specific scope was still unable to be detailed.
But now, whatever he was before is now clear.
The second-stage limit, to be precise... is a quasi-three-stage limit.
The little flesh and blood that had been left began to regenerate.
But the armor on his body did not become a shackles to the opponent.
Blood threads adhered to it, and flesh and blood clung to it, completely impregnating and penetrating the mechanical armor.
"Is there still such a way to play?"
Wan Yi thought of the information he had collected and compiled on how to adapt to harm people.
This seems to be the most common and common troublemaker, but in fact, there are many ways to dig deeper.
"Adaptive" means adapting to oneself.
Adaptability requires continuous adaptation to oneself rather than to the surrounding environment.
As for what the troublemaker himself needs to adapt to, it is naturally his constantly mutating and disordered spirit.
To put it bluntly, the physical changes that are self-adaptive and harmful are all direct and crude manifestations of mental changes in the body.
In fact, it is a highly malleable species.
It's a pity that the vast majority of adaptive disaster people don't have the space to adjust their spirits, and not many people can access this plasticity.
Or use the scariest look in your memory to protect yourself.
Or make yourself huge and grow weapons.
So, what is the deepest impression of the Tool King on himself in this moment of chaos and madness?
That face didn't look very old.
Probably only around thirty.
He has been trapped in this iron knot for most of his life.
Then the tendency of his flesh and blood to expand after entering the third stage is already obvious.
The mechanical armor is being assimilated into his flesh and blood, truly becoming a part of his body.
In the box above, the middle-aged man was already looking for technicians to quickly disable the entire armor and make the Machine King lose the ability to move.
Even the ability to sustain life would make him die on the spot.
But it's too late.
The mouth of the Noisy Monster mocked unabashedly, and under the laughter and cheers of the audience who did not know the truth, the flames of the ether recast the body.
The flesh-and-blood armed mecha takes shape.
The middle-aged man in the box saw this scene and broke out in cold sweat. He quickly picked up the terminal and said, "Miller! Get rid of the Tool King! By the way, that monster too!"
"Yes, boss." He simply replied and hung up the phone.
The middle-aged man put down the terminal, and before he could take a breath, he saw the situation on the stage suddenly change.
The Tool King whimpered in a low voice and kept murmuring, as if he wanted to tell what he had experienced for more than ten years, but his voice was very low and the noisy monster could not hear him clearly.
Moreover, the more he spoke, the more intense his mood swings became.
Moreover, the ether energy in his body has not stopped burning yet.
Suddenly, a cannon made of flesh and blood with a mechanical structure stood on the Mechanical King's shoulder, accompanied by an unpleasant operating sound like rusty mechanical joints.
Bloody light circulated in it, and then, strafing!
Shooting mercilessly, the red beam of light shot from the right side of the Tool King to the left, directly hitting the auditorium, creating an indelible ravine in the auditorium.
As for the audience above, does it matter?
"Ah ah... don't look at me... who am I... who am I? It hurts... my body... is not my own... food... I want to eat... no nutrients! No injections!" Keep the syringe away! Ahhhh! No! Damn it! Damn it! Go to hell!"
As the rays fired, the Tool King raised his head and shouted out all the words he had been muttering before.
But no one cared about his words at this time. The auditorium was shot, countless spectators were evaporated on the spot, and the fanatical atmosphere had turned into an atmosphere of fear.
"Not bad, really good. Let's have some more! Is this the only thing you have complained about for more than ten years?!" The Noisy Monster grinned and shouted to the Tool King with a smile.
"Ahhhh!" The Tool King screamed. Countless images flashed in his mind. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were as narrow as needlepoints.
The muzzle on his shoulder was still venting his emotions to the surroundings, and the entire Silver Sands Arena fell into extreme chaos.
The Noisy Monster dodged several rounds of fire from the opponent, got close to the opponent, stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's muzzle, and turned it sharply.
Heading towards a VIP box in the distance.
呲——
The light cannon drew a ravine and quickly extended there.
The box was already in chaos, and they were frightened out of their wits by the approaching red light beam outside the glass.
Led by the middle-aged man, they ran to the door of the box to open the door and go out.
but……
The door won't open!
No matter how hard I pull, it won't budge! Smash it hard! Collide! It's no use!
"Nielsen! Open the door for me! I don't want the profit share here! Get me out!" The middle-aged man shouted a few words, but he was quickly pushed away by his anxious subordinates.
They couldn't care less at this juncture.
At the corner of the corridor not far from the door, Nelson was sweating coldly and grabbed his clothes with both hands.
"It's okay, it will be quiet soon. You did the right thing." A gentle voice said.
Wan Yi put his arm around his shoulders: "After this incident is over, all the problems will lie with him. He is his spokesperson. His weapon lost control, causing extremely serious consequences. You will stand up bravely and take over Overcome this chaotic situation and responsibility, and then become the true owner of the arena, and other shareholders and people in power will no longer be an obstacle to you."
Nelson swallowed: "You...really?"
Wan Yi whistled, turned around and said, "It's almost done."
Scattered footsteps came from the corridor.
Brother Modern, Brother Dom, Brother Lucas, Brother Supervisor, etc. came one after another, holding several different heads in their hands.
"Your biggest obstacle is already here, what else do you have to fear? They all died in this huge disaster attack, a pitiful accident... Should you prepare yourself and Say goodbye to the useless life in the past, Mr. Nelson?"
A gentle voice spoke in my ears.
People around him looked at him with inexplicable smiles.
demon.
This is the whisper of the devil, and these people are the minions of the devil.
but……
Nelson looked at the major shareholders of the arena who he had once treated with caution. At this time, their heads were neatly arranged in front of him.
He took a deep breath: "Yes, sir, I'm ready."
He chose to be with the devil.
As for what these demons want, what will happen to the arena or the golden circle in the end... What does that have to do with him?
Bang!
A red beam of light suddenly penetrated a corner of the corridor. That place was the box where the middle-aged man was.
This shot completely dispelled all Nelson's worries.
…
The Tool King has completely lost control.
Except for the screams of those who were unable to escape, the auditorium was much quieter at this time.
Noisy Monster likes this feeling.
The feeling of going from noisy to quiet.
However, after everyone in the audience died, the target of Tool King's vent became him.
The troublemaker who is about to reach the third stage and is going straight to the third stage, the noisy monster has really encountered a part that is a bit over the top.
It could be suppressed at first, but after the armor was blended into flesh and blood, it began to regenerate for some unknown reason.
The terrifying regeneration ability of the adaptive system and the output intensity of the noisy monster can't kill him at all, and the opponent is still getting stronger.
The Noisy Monster's own steady growth is still somewhat inferior to the situation of the thing in front of him during the ether burst period.
Just when he was a little distressed, a figure suddenly appeared on the scene.
As soon as he appeared, the Tool King screamed without any warning, and then there were burn marks on his body.
The noisy monster looked at that person.
He was an old man who was dressed very simply, even a little old-fashioned. The hair on his head was sparse, with only a few scattered strands of white hair. His posture looked like that of an old man walking in the park after a meal.
But he showed up on this occasion and even did something to the Tool King.
Traces of etheric energy are also a disaster.
"What kind of expert are you?"
The old man turned his head with dull eyes and looked at the noisy monster: "The boss wants me to deal with him."
"anything else?"
"And get rid of you."
"Oh, that's terrible, so are you going to do something to me?"
"I don't have any fighting ability. If I can't, I will leave directly." The old man said in a hoarse voice.
Just after he finished speaking, before the Noisy Monster could reply, he suddenly felt as if his body was burning, but he did not feel any physical flame on his body.
There is no problem on the spiritual level either.
But just burning is of no use to the Noisy Monster or Wanyi.
"Sensory things, with the human spirit as a bridge, can always integrate with each other even if they are separated. The eyes can see the temperature, the tongue can taste the smell, and the ears can hear the specific pictures..."
"Are you talking about synesthesia?"
"Yes, it is also called 'transception'. It is a rhetorical device, but I can slightly interfere with my own synaesthesia and the synaesthesia of others, so that some of the things I feel can become reality. "The old man said calmly.
"Sounds awesome."
"But that's it, because I can't really interfere with other people's senses. It's already very difficult for me to move freely."
Just as he was talking, the Tool King on the side fell to his knees overwhelmed.
Noisy Monster glanced.
"I was watching your battle before. Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. You can call me Miller, an ordinary old man."
Noisy Monster didn't reply.
"He was overwhelmed by his own accumulated emotions. He could accept the heavy feeling I gave him, so he overwhelmed himself. It's a bit like what you did to him before... the spirit of words?"
"It's awesome, so are there any more?" the Noisy Monster said to him.
"No more, at least for you, the little red burning trick just now is over." The old man shook his head, expressionless.
"What's wrong?" Noisy asked curiously.
"Your senses, from what I feel most directly, are divided into countless parts. Vision is the part that people are most likely to interfere with, but now you seem to have adjusted yourself, or in other words, many normal senses have helped you adjust. Come here. It’s quick, only three minutes, you are the fastest person I have ever seen to adjust to my influence.” Miller shook his head.
The noisy monster waved his hand and said, "Why don't you try more?"
"Although I am also a troublemaker, I am very clear. Thanks to my own ability, you can see that I am actually blind, congenital. It is said that blind people are more perceptive than normal people. I can't say for sure, But at least with the blessing of my power, it is indeed the case.”
Miller said: "I can easily stop the Tool King now, but you are a bit beyond the scope."
"Oh, is your boss the one above the Machine King?"
The old man nodded.
"You don't need to finish the job. Your boss is dead and no one will pay you." Noisy Monster said sarcastically.
The old man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and then he nodded slightly: "What you said seems to be the truth."
After saying that, he sighed heavily, turned around and said, "Then there is no reason for me to stay. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Can you leave me your contact information?" Noisy Monster asked.
A person who is not the scourge of the Fallen Brotherhood. The etheric energy is very calm and cannot be seen as false or true, but he is able to maintain relative sanity and stability by relying on the particularity of his abilities.
Wan Yi thought of chromatography, omnics, and himself.
And on top of that, he's still an old man.
It was the first time I saw such an old troublemaker.
I want to have a little contact with the noisy monster, it seems quite interesting.