Emma sent a piece of video data, which was provided by the Ipsilon system that was re-launched on the scientific research station.

The background of the picture is an experimental hall, and the center is a spacious equipment pool with various electronic equipment. Unfortunately, most of them are burning, and a few are in a state of paralysis, with only a few instruments still operating.

The flames are sometimes fierce and sometimes slow, and the electric sparks fall like snowflakes, fluttering one after another, which is wonderful.

Because it is not falling snow or fireworks, it is not beautiful.

People are mostly afraid of the surging current.

Different flames cast different lights and shadows around them, just like the shadows of shade trees swaying gently in the evening. The colorful electric sparks and small explosions occasionally raise a flash of light, illuminating many glass squares on the second floor and illuminating the two thin backs nestled together in the middle of the equipment pool.

Very slim, two girls.

Linglong used half of her body to hold a pale jewel, her slightly frown and her equally pale face were covered with fatigue, and the white long coat covering her body was covered with blood. Some were dried up and some were still very new.

Her right hand dripped blood downwards, and fell to the ground and smashed, brightly like red coral.

She looked ahead with a stubborn look, and a ray of perseverance and indomitableness flashed in her eyes, even brighter than the sparks of electric sparks.

Tang Fang noticed an abnormality. There was a diamond-shaped crystal embedded in the center of the foreheads of the two sisters, emitting a softer light than the moonlight, and it looked like a sacred smell.

If they weren't bathed in the fire, if they weren't in the blood prison, they would be the two most beautiful flowers blooming under the moon, but now, they have to raise their heads and fight with their weak bodies, so that the enemy's blood and their own blood will cover their bodies.

He finally figured out the origin of the monster that unlocked the alienated combat body. It was not the armed conflict between the Supreme Security Council and God. The battles in the floating city and the explosions had nothing to do with the Supreme Security Council. The riots came from Bai Hao, Linglong and others.

Although I don't know the specific changes in the bodies of the two girls, it can be seen from the picture that they can drive these human-shaped monsters to resist the attack of God's armed clones.

From the perspective of combat effectiveness, human-shaped monsters are much stronger than clones armed by God, and can do 1 to 5, 1 to 6 or even more. However, their number is too small, and it seems powerless to face clones in battalions. The combat space is repeatedly compressed, and Linglong and Yingluo in the middle are in danger.

In addition, fires in some explosive areas gradually faded, and a few clones with more powerful combat power were gathering in the experimental hall where the equipment pool was located.

He suddenly remembered Bai Hao who saved him from the Queen of the Blade. If he had not gone to the central deck, but stayed inside to protect Linglong and Yingluo, it would have been another situation, at least not as precarious as it is now.

Yingluo was unconscious after she was exhausted, and Linglong was gritting her teeth and struggling to hold on.

He didn't know where Roy was. He didn't know where Bai Yue was. In the video materials sent by Emma, ​​there were only the two miserable girls with poor backgrounds and even more pitiful subsequent encounters.

Broken blood beads fell on their barefoots. There were bright redness in the snow-white.

A humanoid monster was entangled by the tendrils of three clones and slapped hard on the ground. Not far away, the head of another humanoid monster was melted half by the newly emerged elite clone. It swayed for a few times, fell to the ground with a bang, and never got up again.

The elite clones who could induce plasma balls to enter the sequence of besieging two girls. The mutated clones Tang Fang had seen at the "Gypsel" scientific research base were also on the way.

The corridor leading to the equipment pool was already filled with humanoid monsters and cloned corpses, and the blood dyed the surroundings red. Under the flames, some of the minced meat hanging on the beams and the edges of the equipment was blackened and burned.

The oil drops fell into the pool of blood, breaking into dirty spots. The flowers were red.

I can't hear the sound of fat being refined, nor the crackling of electric sparks. I can't hear Linglong's violent breathing.

In fact, there is no need to hear it. He also knows how sinister the situation on the scene is and how hard the two girls fight.

Perhaps in the next second, she wouldn't hold on and faint on the ground, and fall into the hands of the clone legion with Yingluo.

He immediately disconnected from the spiritual flame, and his divine thoughts moved slightly.

Golden light flowed at the entrance of the hall, one fanatic after another showed his figure, rushed out from the command center, and followed Emma's guidance to the experimental area where Linglong and Yingluo were located.

Not only fanatics, but also cockroaches, thorn snakes, and a small number of puppies, like a tide of transit insects, sweeping across the entire floating city.

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The lights in the hall became dim and the flames gradually weakened. The full light and shadow were no longer mottled. They fell on the two girls and swayed gently, painting their faces.

Linglong breathes hard, cheers hard, and strives to stay awake for the best efforts, and directs those biochemical modulators to resist the tide-like attacks of the clone legion.

She couldn't retreat, she could only resist, win time for Roy and Bai Hao.

She believed that Brother Tang would find them and would...

Yingluo closed her eyes tightly, her light eyebrows slightly raised, and sometimes she showed a painful expression, as if she was having a very long nightmare.

Linglong looked at her sister's side face and barely squeezed out a smile. She remembered that when she was a child, her parents worked overtime, and the two sisters would wait until late at night. Every time Yingluo couldn't hold on, she would fall into her arms and fall asleep.

At that time, she slept peacefully, not as painful as she saw before her.

Linglong felt very sorry for her. Since childhood, she always liked to say, "Sister will protect Yingluo and not let anyone bully you." The fact is that she can't even protect herself, but she just kept saying this. When she really faces difficulties, she is so powerless.

The wounds on the arm are still bleeding, and strength and consciousness are taken away together.

She couldn't see the scene ahead clearly, and could only hear the bursting of sparks bursting from the cable break and the roars coming from time to time from the entrance of the corridor.

The fishy smell of blood was spreading in the air, and the burnt smell of barbecue drifted by.

In the haze, human-shaped monsters fell one after another, and the corridor had been occupied by clones, pushing the war zone to the equipment pool.

A spur blew across the ear, and the sharp wind cut a blood mark on her face, and then it was buried by the sweat drops that slipped off her forehead.

She wanted to take a few steps back, and it would be better to find a cover to hide, or at least delay for a while.

But the legs were as heavy as if filled with lead and could not even move.

In fact, she knew very well that it was not that she could not move, but that she did not dare to move. Once she left the standing position, she would fall down and collapse to the ground with Yingluo. She would no longer be able to get up.

She was too tired...the control of biochemical modulators consumed too much mental power, and she could still stand up now, just her unyielding will and hope in her heart supported her body.

In any case, she cannot leave the equipment pool. She must guard the space under her feet and guard the position that belongs to her.

If it was Zhou Ai, he would definitely not take a step back.

The biochemical modulators are all dead, and there are two sisters. Even if the ending is destined to be death, you must stand until the end.

For Roy, for Bai Hao, and for themselves.

The second bone spur hit her right shoulder, and the splashed blood fell on her right face, dyeing the blood-stained white long gown even redder.

She swallowed the muffled groans in her throat and bit her teeth into a row of blood marks on her lips.

The last biochemical modulator was pierced by a bone spear and nailed to a broken large screen. Several strong sores were poured over his body. Finally, he swallowed his tenacious life.

There were only two girls in the open space in the center of the equipment pool that blocked the clone.

Linglong looked at the blurred figure surging at the entrance of the corridor, and her rapid breathing became even.

The leading clone showed a cruel sneer on his face. He walked forward step by step.

Blood was flowing under his feet, sometimes trampling on his leather boots. Countless blood flowers splashed, sometimes hitting something, winding out a blood-colored curve.

He came in blood, with a smile on his lips.

The clone of the subordinates was followed, and it looked a little messy from a distance.

It’s not that they don’t understand the rules, but that there is no way, because someone… no, some worms have snatched their way.

Amid the chaotic figure, a puppy jumped high and threw the clone on the back to the ground, and the thick appendage pierced the prey's chest from top to bottom.

Then there is the second puppy. The third puppy...

Some clones began to mutate, but before they could finish, one after another of green lights and shadows flashed by. In the blink of an eye, several fanatics appeared in the clones, using swords wrapped in flames in their hands to cut off the clones' hands and feet and bodies.

The corpse explosion blows the puppy into the sky and makes a sharp wail. If it is a human, the splashing acidic body fluid will only end up dead. Fortunately, they are Zerg units and have extremely high resistance to acidic substances, especially the scales on the surface of the body, which can effectively resist acid corrosion damage.

They turned over and stood up, shook off the blood and flesh on their bodies, and pounced on the next target again.

The fanatic even caused a bloody storm on the flanks, charging in the rain of flesh, stinging under the acid, cutting off the disgusting tentacles, splitting the bodies of prey, rushing out of the red ocean, and continuing to harvest.

The corridor entrance is very narrow and suitable for long-range sniping. The most feared is that it is close combat.

The ability of cloners is known for their strangeness. When they take over the hand-to-hand combat, they are not the opponents of mad dogs and fanatics. From the corridor to the entrance of the corridor, the combination of puppy and fanatics is like a combine harvester, swallowing the entire wheat plant in front, taking off the shell, and turning it into a grain and spitting it out.

With the addition of Ghost Agents, the battle ended soon, and the scattered pieces of meat were laid into a disgusting long blood-colored blanket on the ground.

This is not a blood pool or hell, but a real meat grinder.

Linglong lifted her eyelids that were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she vaguely saw a figure walking in the interlaced light marks.

Very familiar and very friendly.

The tension in my heart disappeared in an instant, and a smile appeared on the corner of my lips, as bright as morning light.

It was such a simple smile, but it seemed to take away all the strength of her body, and it fell down with Yingluo and that relaxed smile.

Tang Fang sent the Youneng Blade into an elite clone's left chest and walked forward on the minced meat on the ground.

The sticky plasma and hard bone slag burst into pieces on the soles of his feet, making a dentifritic sound.

The light of the Euphoric Blade slowly converged, and finally returned to one point and disappeared on his right wrist.

Two nurses, mm, had appeared next to Linglong and Yingluo before him for a quick diagnosis.

Emma reassured him that the two sisters' state was just a sequelae of severe overdrawing of mental power. After being treated with a liquid injection, she went to Zhang Shu to sleep in a comfortable bed. Whether it was physical trauma or mental damage, she would be cured.

Tang Fang was relieved and ordered the two nurses to send them to the god transport ship suspended above the "Void Tearer" to rest, then raised his head to look around.

Most of the checkered laboratory on the second floor has been damaged. Some broken petri dishes still have a light green solution, which is shining with an uncomfortable luster under the flashing electric light and emergency lights.

The glass walls of the enclosure are covered with blood, especially handprint-shaped blood marks, which are particularly glowing under the illumination of the rotating alarm light. The raised small room opposite is like a board room destroyed by a shock wave. The three glass exterior walls are completely destroyed, leaving only a lonely outer frame hanging in the air. There is also a sofa filled with glass fragments.

The large laboratory on the third floor is in a slightly better condition, and the glass wall is not hindered. However, the ring-shaped experimental instruments inside are seriously damaged, just like the electronic equipment below, with dazzling electric sparks.

It can be seen that the battle here is much more intense than the battle at the control center of the "Void Tearer".

He looked at the petri dishes, and his face showed a thoughtful expression. He guessed that Bai Hao, Roy and others had been locked up there, and later seized the opportunity to escape... But where are Roy and Bai Yue now?

Linglong answered the questions in his heart.
To be continued...