Chapter 472 Fire
The pierced pupil gradually formed a vortex, and then slowly reconstructed, revealing a more divine gaze in an instant.
"That's because I'm qualified, Li Muhan."
Swish——
Li Muhan suddenly kicked the ground and stood up, and the black spear was back in his hand when he raised his hand.
Accompanied by a dragon roar, the tip of the spear in Li Muhan's hand burst out with flaming light and then stabbed fiercely into Prometheus' eyes.
Prometheus didn't even resist. It allowed Li Muhan to hurt it, but this damage would soon turn into nutrients to make it stronger.
If I say that at the beginning I had to rely on almost all my computing power to barely survive under this powerful force.
So now Prometheus is completely at ease.
Just after Li Muhan succeeded in his attack again, a pair of giant black hands suddenly stretched out from the darkness and grabbed Li Muhan tightly in their hands.
The surface of this giant hand shone with brilliant stars, and its power was so great that even Li Muhan could not break free.
"You are the one who is too arrogant, Li Muhan."
Prometheus slowly lifted Li Muhan high up, allowing him to be illuminated by countless stars.
"For the sake of humanity, for the sake of aliens, for the sake of this ugly world, how long are you going to persist in your delusion, Li Muhan?"
"I'm not doing this for anyone. I don't have such great ideals and ambitions."
Li Muhan raised his eyes and confronted the huge pupils.
"The only reason I'm against you is... I fucking hate you."
“…”
At this moment, Prometheus felt speechless.
Is my previous record of Li Muhan really of reference value?
Gradually, he began to give up this idea, and then began to mobilize all computing power to analyze the remaining strength of Li Muhan.
"Give me all your remaining strength. It will become my nourishment. This is also another way for you to join us."
Li Muhan could feel that Zhulong's realm was being analyzed bit by bit. When Prometheus completely analyzed his own realm, he might actually face the so-called death.
"...If you like it so much...I'll let you taste more!!"
He suddenly widened his eyes, using almost all his strength. The darkness began to surge, stirring the stars and tearing apart one of the pupils high above.
"In vain."
Prometheus's remaining eyes narrowed slightly, as if mocking Li Muhan's resistance.
but.......
The eye did not regenerate.
Li Muhan was stunned, and Prometheus was also stunned.
error, parsing error, abnormal data inflow.
The warning from the terminal prompted Prometheus to begin self-inspection.
When it detected that more than one external interface was connecting to its brain and interfering, it was somewhat confused.
Prometheus certainly knew what was going on.
Humans and aliens used auxiliary learning devices to access her terminal, attempting to use the computing power of the human brain to fight it.
It's really... too small.
Prometheus allocated a small amount of computing power to start processing the connected thin wires.
And at this moment, Jörmungandr's body began to tremble again, and her pain could be felt even bystanders.
She could no longer maintain a normal sitting posture, her fingers transformed into pitch-black claws, firmly embedded into the floor.
"It's okay...it doesn't matter...this thing...took notice of us, which is...a good thing..."
“Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Another researcher began to scream, her whole body trembling, and she even became incontinent. Tears, no, blood kept flowing out of her face. Finally, she slowly fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then there was no sound.
“…”
A researcher who was huddled in the corner slowly walked over and removed the access device for her. The upper half of her face had been burned beyond recognition, and her entire brain was like charcoal.
The first death appeared a minute after the operation began...
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhh!! No!! No!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
Yet another researcher collapsed.
Although Jörmungandr tried very hard to stabilize the access channel, she really couldn't protect everyone.
Those researchers with relatively fragile brains are actually considered elites among ordinary people.
But in the face of such high pressure, they still became the first victims.
The third one.
The fourth one.
The tenth one.
Fifteenth.
Researchers fell one after another, and every time a researcher fell, the researcher in charge of recording would report to the terminal.
"Trondheim Administration, Professor Dantris... confirmed dead."
"Scotland Yard Special Branch, Professor Marvell... confirmed dead."
"Sicily Special Administration, Minister Albert, confirmed dead..."
Each name echoed in the conference room like a death knell.
As for the directors of the Special Management Bureau whose names were called, some were angry, some were sad, and some just slowly sat down in their chairs and closed their eyes.
The woman from the Saudi Special Management Bureau also slowly fell to the ground while twitching.
She did not scream, because before she died, she seemed to see her husband, the alien who died to protect ordinary people in the institute.
"...My dear, may our souls be eternal..."
"Saudi Arabia Special Management Agency...Aisha, confirmed dead..."
And in the data space.
Li Muhan also noticed that Prometheus' reconstruction began to slow down. He used all his strength to break free from the giant hand, and then poured his attack on the starry sky.
But Prometheus no longer endured these attacks docilely.
Her breath was dreamy and ethereal.
Although Li Muhan's attack did not cause much damage to it.
But Li Muhan understood.
She is hiding, and hiding means she is afraid.
There's something wrong with her computing power...!
It’s not enough, it’s not enough...I must work harder...
Inside the terminal room, only ten representatives were still wearing terminals.
They were fully focused, gritting their teeth, and continued to desperately follow Prometheus into the tunnel, trying to disperse Prometheus's computing power.
But unfortunately, even if they are geniuses among geniuses, there are still too few of them...
This terminal room has a total of 72 representatives... er, 71 geniuses.
But even if the remaining people join this fight, the gap in strength is too great.
"...Minister Mo..."
The trembling of Jörmungandr's body slowly stopped.
She called Mo Qiao softly.
Mo Qiao did not respond.
At this moment, in Mo Qiao's eyes, the giant earthly python that was leading them forward was already riddled with holes and could no longer withstand any harm.
"Next...it's your turn, Minister Mo..."
The giant snake raised its head and wailed before falling down with a loud bang.
Mo Qiao took a deep breath and then took over the control of Jörmungandr's main brain.
"Everyone... follow me and keep moving forward."
"Asgard Special Administrative Bureau... Deputy Director... Jörmungandr... Confirmed dead."
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