“Your lines are being assimilated…” The voice was low and strange, with a hint of unspeakable sarcasm, as if announcing the inevitable fate of Killer Zhou.
A gleam of light flashed in the corner of Mou Xuan's eyes. The golden light on the surface of Zhou Killer's mechanical body spread like a virus. The originally smooth lines began to twist and deform, like an abstract painting graffitied by a naughty child.
Mou Xuan's movements were as fast as lightning. In the extremely short time of 0.1 seconds, he used a piece of fragment torn off the isolation suit, which was as sharp as a blade, to accurately cut the nerve cord on the neck of Zhou Killer's mechanical prosthesis.
It felt like cutting a taut string.
The sound of "bang", although subtle, was extremely clear in Mou Xuan's ears.
The severed nerve cord did not lose its function as expected. Instead, it seemed to come alive, with golden lines like vines, madly flowing upstream and wrapping around the joints of Zhou Killer's mechanical body, making a "sizzling" sound of electricity and sparks flying.
Killer Zhou's huge body began to tremble, and his movements became slow, like a puppet that had lost control.
"There is a living reaction in the incubator!" Chen Yao's voice was a little hurried. She grabbed the corner of Mou Xuan's clothes and pointed to the incubator behind the quantum barrier.
In the transparent cabin, a human figure could be vaguely seen swaying, floating like a ghost.
"What the hell?!" Mou Xuan cursed in his heart, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Before he could react, the voice of the leader of the Fan faction suddenly came from the body of Zhou the killer, with a hint of teasing: "Guess which one is the real Chen Yao?"
Twelve culture chambers simultaneously lit up with dazzling red lights, and the liquid inside the chambers began to churn like boiling magma.
Twelve figures loomed in the cabin, each of them bearing a striking resemblance to Chen Yao's quantum afterimage.
This scene is like a horrific magic show, which makes people shudder.
Mou Xuan tore off the blood-stained isolation suit and pressed it against the nearest cabin. Golden lines spread along his arms, like golden blood vessels, flashing strange light.
"The patterns only resonate with the main body." He gritted his teeth and spoke firmly.
The moment the pattern pierced into the blood vessels, a golden hand suddenly stretched out from cabin No. 7. The hand was slender and white, perfectly overlapping with Chen Yao's quantum state afterimage.
Found it!
At this moment, Killer Zhou's mechanical arm suddenly split into several snake-shaped prosthetics, like octopus tentacles, with sharp metal barbs, attacking Mou Xuan.
"The game is over." Killer Zhou's voice was hoarse and cold, with a hint of victory.
Mou Xuan activated his supernatural power for 0.3 seconds, dodged the attack, and came to the control console.
He bit his finger, smeared the blood on the console, and activated the golden lines.
"Reset all pods within 0.5 seconds..."
Before he could finish his words, a sharp mechanical tentacle, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, pierced through his shoulder blade. The severe pain made his eyes go black... "Ah..." Qu the betrayer's assistant, like a frightened rabbit, jumped out from the shadows. His face was as pale as the white walls of the laboratory. He pointed at the console tremblingly and spoke incoherently: "Don't! Lord Fan has been here... has been here..." Before he could finish his words, the dome of the laboratory suddenly "boomed" with a loud bang, and a huge bronze net fell from the sky, covering the entire laboratory with a fierce murderous aura.
Killer Zhou's mechanical eyes flashed a strange red light, and with a "beep", a three-dimensional map was projected, which clearly showed the coordinates of the headquarters of Fan's forces.
The coordinates flickered like a beating heart, indicating the ultimate goal of the game.
Mou Xuan groaned, and blood flowed out from the wound on his shoulder blade, staining the white isolation suit red.
He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, tore off the blood-stained isolation suit, stuffed it into the No. 7 incubator, and said with his last bit of strength: "Use my energy... restart the system..." His voice was hoarse and weak, as if it would break at any time.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, a dazzling white light burst out from the incubator...
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