Chapter 507 NO90 Is it just a piercing in the chest?

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 507 NO.90 Is it just a piercing in the chest?

The people of the Federation have long been accustomed to the group of "weirdos" called "travelers" who appear every now and then.

I am used to their special appearance, race, and even culture and stance.

But this is just habit, not understanding.

To be honest, most time-travelers are ordinary people with strange luck.

Since they all exist on Earth, even the civilizations are very similar.

Although there are many barriers to communication with them, it is impossible to talk without speculation.

Of course there are exceptions.

There are also a small but large number of people who are truly difficult to communicate with.

At this time, what blocks communication between the two parties is not just superficial conflicts like 'hostility'.

It is a common difference in three views (values, outlook on life, and world view).

It is true that a simple difference in outlook does not mean hostility, it can even be said to be a kind of wealth.

Only through the collision of diverse ideas can vigorous spiritual flowers bloom, just like the Warring States Period in Tom Yam history. Due to chaos and conflict, a hundred schools of thought contended.

But everyone knows it.

Under a truly stable dynasty, although there will be philosophers who are full and have nothing to do, but without more intense conflicts, it will end up being anticlimactic.

The Federation of Terra also faces this problem, but the solution is also obvious.

It can even be said that it is in the history books.

——Traverser.

Under stable governance, there are still alien beings that can bring fierce conflicts to ideas and thoughts - this is exactly what the Heart of Terra hopes for, and what the current Federation and even the Star Alliance lack.

'element'.

It can keep civilization alive and the world rejuvenated.

Even if the so-called ‘invaders’ exist in the form of pests, they can still play a role in training the immunity of civilization.

Because the Star Alliance has been stable for a long time, the progress of pioneering is stable.

"Omer! Omer, can you still hold on! Bond! Come here and see his injuries!"

"Oh! Oh! I'll be right over! Sir!"

The word aggression often appears in a figure of speech to describe excessive competition.

There is no group that sees aggression as necessary.

Not to mention "invasion" as a lifelong goal.

"It's time to realize everyone's wishes..."

Wishes, dreams.

The man-made labels are bright and beautiful, but the actual content is defined by the people themselves.

Even "invading a planet" can become a dream, or even a common wish of a group of people.

This is too counterintuitive to the Holy Terra Federation, and even to most of the time travellers.

Soldiers who regard aggression as a way of survival are undoubtedly harmful.

At this moment, tens of thousands of abnormal harmful creatures are gathered on this battlefield.

Even if the overall battle situation shows a clear advantage, the sudden appearance of the joint leader can still bring an extremely uneasy atmosphere to the surroundings.

Commander Blake, who held up his cane and raised his crystal ball high, was facing the firepower from around him to uncover hundreds of restrictions.

These are obviously 'smoke screens' to conceal the situation, as countless police officers have risked their lives by crossing the Black End barrier.

They were supposed to rush towards Commander Black together, but when they saw countless 'iron coffins' opening up, a considerable number of police officers received changed instructions - aiming their weapons at the unfolded 'iron coffins'.

The behavior patterns of the police and the army are different. The most direct difference is that they are more accustomed to reducing risks and reducing the scale of damage.

This gave the man in black an opportunity to take advantage of.

Hundreds of subordinates were liberated as cover. There was only one spaceman looking around in the direction where his cane was pointing, looking a little confused.

It was a Metron man named Tver.

Although he is also a member of the invading coalition, and is a Metronian who has long been the main race on the invading side, he is not too concerned about the invasion itself, and is more interested in horse racing girls.

In the invading coalition army with many salt fishes, he is also a weird one.

Not to mention that with his skills in instrument maintenance and debugging, he once reached the level of a cadre, which can be said to be a high-level miracle.

Of course, there are quite a lot of cadres in this joint army, so many that each of them could be thrown into the filming of Sentai for one episode, but even so, he is the most fishy and weird among the cadres.

But it was precisely because of his weirdness that he met a certain demon who was tolerant of others.

They didn't cut him up or exchange him for money, but gave him a chance.

As long as he works hard and cooperates well, it will only be a symbolic detention. Later, his merits will be counted and his sentence will be reduced. It will not prevent him from continuing to watch games and promote idols.

But the current scene is obviously different from what was promised at the beginning.

Why is it so noisy when you come out of the coffin? It shouldn't be a quiet prison... Well, it seems that you have been rescued...

Tver looked at the chaotic battlefield in surprise, and even more worriedly looked up at the giant beast in front of him.

Although they are tens of meters apart, they appear to be very close due to their height, which is very dangerous.

As long as one falls to the ground, he will be crushed underneath. Perhaps only by becoming huge can he feel more at ease.

But if you become huge in a place like this, will you really not get beaten?

Staring at the overly conspicuous behemoth, the Metrotronians were still thinking about whether they would be accidentally injured by the attackers here, but suddenly felt a palpitation in their hearts.

Immediately, unspeakable pain began to appear all over his body, and the pain was so intense that it even made his eyesight go dark.

When he staggered and almost fell to the ground, someone brought something hard and pressed his shoulders together to support his body: "Oh, be careful, Tver."

"...Mr. Commander?"

With his widely spaced eyes and strange vision, he stared at the gentleman supporting him in front of him. The Metron man was still a little confused, but after reacting in the next second, he was trying to get rid of the desire to run away while his whole body was stiff.

"What is it like to be kindly supported by your boss in front of a mole?"

He didn't have the energy to type this kind of title into the forum now. He just wanted to take a step but couldn't break away from the other person's hand holding the cane.

"Don't force yourself if your condition is so bad. Come with me and I will solve your problem."

"No, no, no...!" Tver was frightened by these words. He refused repeatedly but was unable to refuse.

Because he and the opponent had transformed into a moment of distortion and disappeared in the collapse, even the 55m-tall battle-damaged giant beast also went with it.

Sora was surprised by the police officers who were still fighting with him.

And the chief's cry from the microphone, 'Pay attention to what's in front of you! Don't just be in a daze! There are criminals who need to be captured!'

Naturally, there was also an instruction to 'Bring in the space detector quickly! We must find out where those two people went!' followed closely.

And outside that frontline battlefield.

A comatose casualty, with a pale face and dying of blood, was lying on the edge of the gravel with a long trail of blood. Under the anxious gaze of his friends, the first aid worker had just removed his clothes from the wound and was about to activate the first aid device and rub it for treatment.

When the source energy——

Eyes suddenly opened!

Immediately afterwards, there is a standard carp kick, and you stand up steadily!

As if he felt a little abnormal, he turned to look at the stunned first aid worker:

"Can you give me my clothes back?"

"…oh oh."

"Thanks."

Under the ghostly gaze of his friend, he took over the three-piece suit with many blood stains and holes, with obvious distress on his face.

"...Can this be reimbursed?"

He suddenly turned around and asked the tiger-eared girl who was still squatting on the spot.

The latter tilted his head slightly and thought: "Maybe?"

"No, how did you...you actually...how did you do that!?" As if her brain was having a storm during the questioning process, Shi Huaiya stared at the other person and looked around, leaving her own back.

Compared with the outline of the solid and powerful back muscles, the clean back that should have been bloody but with only a circle of irregular blood stains is worth paying more attention to.

She still remembered the tragedy before. The wound that had penetrated her was obviously that her heart was also destroyed.

The man also returned from the devil to his human form, and it seemed that he could not survive. The first responder she called also judged the same, and if the first aid device could not be pulled back, he prepared to use magic.

If it is not cold yet and the soul is not broken, it should be possible to pull it back on the spot.

But the result...

"It's just a hand left in advance." Omo said, raising his hand which was empty before but now holding two cards.

Renki/爱鬼

Rindon/Lindon

Evil spirits and reborn monsters, Omo would like to call them a double unlucky combination, but as long as they are used on the opponent, it is unlucky for the opponent.

"All in all, this proves that Tver not only really has the inside story, but is even a crucial element."

Before Shi Huaiya could get closer and look at the card with a very gloomy illustration and a card with a not very clever illustration, Omo had already stopped, took out the card box in his coat pocket, and then raised his hand to knock on the terminal:

"I feel like I already have an answer. Let me contact someone first."

"Who is it? Why don't you tell us the answer first!?"

Miss Shi Huaiya felt that this citizen should be dragged to the police station and given a good education.

"A big shot in the digital world."

Omer responded casually, his vision dropped slightly, and he caught a glimpse of his gray wrist and the bracelet attached to it.

The plowing when he was knocked away was still too harsh, and even if his regeneration ability was strong enough, he would still be in a state of embarrassment.

It was a little unpleasant, but what was more unpleasant was probably the other party’s classic tokusatsu-specific villain explanation session. I didn’t call him back on the spot for the sake of long-term planning.

"Although there is a very likely guess, it still needs to be verified. If it is done well, it will not just make some money."

"Are you saying this to me?" Shi Huaiya was speechless. She turned to look at the first responder on the side, only to find that the latter had already stood up and walked away.

There are other places where he is needed on this battlefield, and he should not be standing here listening to these two guys who seem to be acquaintances having some unknown conversation.

Of course, the reason for making this judgment must be that he knew Shi Huaiya, otherwise if he left without saying a word, he would be careful to be noted by any leader.

Miss Schweizer didn't care. Even when Omer was pretending to be unconscious, she still issued a few orders through the walkie-talkie. She did not ignore the command because her friend was in danger.

"Of course, here!"

Omer said, showing the terminal screen.

"I'm here to watch and communicate with you. I need to know some basic prerequisites."
Chapter completed!