The cracks spread, covering the entire body of the ancient tripod like a spider web. Black liquid gushed out like thick oil, emitting a disgusting fishy smell. The smell went straight to the head, like rotten eggs that had been rotting for thousands of years mixed with sour milk, making people unable to help but dry heave.
There was a suffocating feeling of oppression in the air, as if something terrible was about to break out of its shell.
The black liquid twisted and rolled in the air as if it had life, and finally condensed into twelve tall bronze puppets.
Each puppet has a different shape and is lifelike, as if it were a warrior walking down from an ancient battlefield.
Some of them hold sharp bronze swords with a cold glow; some are wearing heavy armor, looking majestic; and some are hideous monsters with bared fangs and claws, which is chilling.
They exude an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, making people feel as if they have returned to the distant Shang Dynasty.
Xing Kuang stood in the center of the puppet, looking up to the sky and laughing, his laughter was full of arrogance and complacency.
"Hahaha! Look at the defense system that you are so proud of! It is vulnerable in front of the great power of Shang Dynasty!" He waved his arms and controlled twelve bronze puppets to surround the alliance base.
The puppets walked with heavy steps, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
Tactician Feng had beads of sweat on his forehead and his fingers were trembling as he tried to activate the air defense system.
However, at this moment, Zhai Gui's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, and Tactician Feng only felt a flash before his eyes, and the surrounding scene instantly distorted and deformed, turning into a world full of horrific illusions.
His nerves collapsed instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, uttering incoherent mumblings.
"Oh no! Tactician Feng has been hit!" someone exclaimed.
Chen Yao's left hand suddenly felt a burning pain, and the Yin Shang pattern was like a red-hot iron, emitting a scorching breath.
She looked down and saw that the ancient characters of the Shang Dynasty seemed to come alive, moving across her skin and flashing with eerie light.
She was horrified to find that the energy of her crystal core was being devoured by the ancient tripod and was flowing continuously to the bronze puppets.
"Don't let the puppets get close to the crystal core warehouse! They will absorb the crystal core energy and become stronger!"
Mou Xuan's heart sank; he knew the situation was critical.
He took a deep breath and activated his supernatural power for 0.3 seconds.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the puppet, which reminded him of Han's mysterious supporter. Could there be any connection between them?
"Bang!" A gunshot broke the tense atmosphere.
Zhang Cuzi used his broken old gun to accurately shoot through the knee joint of a puppet.
The puppet made a dull metallic collision sound and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Their weakness is the bronze chain on their chest!" Zhang Cuzi roared. Before he finished his words, a huge hailstone fell from the sky and hit his left shoulder hard.
The old spear flew out of his hand, drew a parabola, and landed at the core of the ancient tripod.
"Lao Zhang!" everyone exclaimed.
Xing Kuang's hail ability was like a punishment from heaven. The dense hail fell like raindrops, hitting the defense wall of the alliance base, making a deafening roar.
The base was in chaos, people were hiding everywhere, and the cries and screams mixed together, forming a doomsday scene.
Chen Yao struggled to stand up, but found that her body was numb, and the loss of crystal core energy made her feel extremely weak.
She watched the bronze puppet approach the crystal core warehouse step by step, her heart filled with despair.
At this critical moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "It seems that someone needs help..." The voice was a little teasing, but it made people feel inexplicably at ease.
Mou Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he caught a strange picture from the corner of his eye - the convoy of medical supplies that was supposed to be heading to the treatment point for the wounded actually began to move in a serpentine manner as if it had drunk fake alcohol!
At the top of the convoy, a logo flashing with strange light slowly rose up - that was the exclusive logo of treasure hunters, flashy and conspicuous, as if they were afraid that others would not know what they were up to!
"Shit, what's going on?!" Mou Xuan couldn't help but swear. This plot direction is even more exciting than a roller coaster!
He grabbed Chen Yao and made a beautiful diving dive to avoid a sudden energy shock wave.
The energy shock wave carried a disgusting stench, like a pot of dark cuisine, and almost smeared his face.
"Be careful!" Mou Xuan growled and pulled Chen Yao to hide behind a pile of abandoned containers.
He narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the "rebellious" convoy.
"Mou Xuan, those cars... are not right!" Chen Yao's face turned pale. She stared at the convoy with a hint of fear in her tone, "It seems... that no one is driving them!"
Mou Xuan's heart trembled, and he immediately activated his supernatural power for 0.5 seconds.
In his field of vision, the windows of the medical supplies convoys were empty, and instead, there were dense wires and complex mechanical structures.
Those vehicles are not medical vehicles at all, but transport puppets controlled by remote control!
"Damn it, it's that group of mysterious supporters again!" Mou Xuan spat fiercely, a surge of anger rushing to his forehead.
He had long felt that there was something wrong with these guys, and now it seemed that their ambitions were even bigger than he had imagined!
"Chen Yao, stay here and don't move!" Mou Xuan whispered. He must stop these puppets as soon as possible, otherwise the entire alliance base will face a devastating disaster!
He crouched and approached the convoy like a cheetah.
The air was filled with a suffocating feeling of oppression. The heavy footsteps of the bronze puppets were like the death knell, striking at people's nerves again and again.
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