"Don't touch the shock wave generator in the third buffer zone!" Chen Yao suddenly swung out a dagger and pierced through a deformed operating button.

The mucus biological tissue remaining on the dagger's handle suddenly let out a sharp scream like a baby crying, and the energy core that Yin Gong had just connected began to overload and smoke again.

Expert Xing pulled his burnt hair and yelled: "The resonance frequency has shifted by 0.03 Hz!

Mr. Yin, your drawing clearly states...

"It's the interference of space-time curvature." Mou Xuan suddenly pressed the edge of the main console, and silver-blue liquid seeped out of the ice pattern behind his ear. "The nitrogen mist in the medical area has changed the magnetic field distribution of the particle accelerator." His knuckles tapped somewhere on the holographic projection, and the folding trajectories of the seven DNA chains were suddenly projected onto Yin Gong's cracked protective mask.

Chen Yao suddenly jumped down the ventilation duct, crushing two clumps of slime creatures with her icy boots: "The permafrost pressure value has risen, but the defense wavelength is still attenuating." She pointed the tip of the dagger stained with fluorescent green liquid at a flashing red dot in the projection, "Here, the phase of the energy node is about the same."

Engineer Yin suddenly threw the blueprint onto the operating table, and blood oozed from the seams of his protective suit: "Damn it!

We missed the gamma-ray frequency band of rhodium magnetic thunderstorms! "His bloodshot eyes stared at Expert Xing, "The particle accelerator module you modified last month..."

The entire building suddenly groaned with metal fatigue, and the alloy armor on the outer layer of the defense matrix began to curl.

The wreckage of three particle accelerators collected by expert Xing suddenly floated up and formed a sharp equilateral triangle above everyone's heads.

The handle of Chen Yao's dagger was covered with ice crystals at some point, and those cryospores were blooming light blue mycelium in her wounds.

Mou Xuan suddenly grabbed the ice crystals condensed on the edge of the operating table. The silver-blue liquid flowing behind his ears condensed into a hexagonal prism in his palm: "Old Xing, adjust the power of the plasma cutter to..."

His voice was swallowed up by the sudden fold of space.

The rhodium magnetic thunder counter in Engineer Yin's hand suddenly started counting up, and in the data stream projected by Expert Xing's mechanical prosthetic eye, an energy curve that should have been a sine wave turned out to be a heartbeat-like pulse.