Langtai's round face was flushed from the heat. He said through the car window to the little alien who was still enjoying the air conditioning in the car: "I don't feel anything now. Generally, I can only copy a continuous ability like yours from the moment you use it, and I must be within a range of 10 meters around you. For example, if you put away these 3,000 guardians now and then release them again, plus the 300 I copied, there will be 3,300!"

The black-haired boy pondered for a moment, and took this opportunity to ask in his mind: "Huo Li, is he telling the truth just now?"

Huo Li: "He has not lied so far. Although he is an SSS-level strongman, he still cannot resist my mental power. However, if I look through his previous memories, He might have noticed it."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether he was a traitor or not, as long as he could not get the evidence that he did not have superpowers, it would be fine. As for the rest, everything will have to wait until the end of the earth's doomsday...

"I summoned 3,000 guardian gods, and you can summon 300?" Xiao Yi asked, "But there are only 2,975 guardian gods left outside. If this is the limit of my ability, how many can you summon? 297?"

Lang Tai's expression flashed, but he immediately covered up his guilt with a smile: "Yes, that's 297!"

The black-haired boy grasped the point, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Then what about the remaining 0.5? Save it? Or can you save more?"

"This..." Lang Tai's face turned redder, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Sweat dripped from his fat face from time to time, just like a red apple that had just been washed with water.

At this time, Huo Li complained in the boy's mind with disdain: "When this Langtai first joined the alliance, his copying ability was very weak. He could only copy a few thousandths of others at a time. Then he looked for high-level psychics everywhere to get close to others. He saved a little here and a little there, and finally developed a habit of being more stingy than Eugenie Grandet's father. Haha, his current copying ability is about 10.3%. I don't know how many times he embezzled 0.3% when he assisted the architect just now."

Xiaoyi looked out the window at the dead Langtai, who did not admit it, immediately found a reason to refuse: "How many superpowers you can copy is up to you. I don't want my exclusive guardian angel to be used privately in irrelevant places after the mission is completed!"

Langtai laughed dryly: "2d14 Don't be so stingy, we are all saviors, superpowers can be used by everyone! Don't blame me just now "I didn't explain it clearly. My copying ability is only 10%, not 11%...but we still have to catch up! There is no other way except this. How about I try hard to copy 301 guardians?"

The black-haired boy waved his hand to reject Langtai's proposal, and said with a righteous look on his face: "The architect fainted from overdrawing his ability just now. Although my previous limit was to summon 3,000 guardians, at the moment of life and death for our home planet Earth, how can I not try to break through my own limit! You step back, step back 30 meters."

Langtai originally wanted to retreat to the 9.9-meter outer card line to absorb it, but after hearing the boy's last words, he could only reluctantly walk a few dozen meters away.

After seeing Langtai standing still, the black-haired boy opened the car door and walked into the scorching heat. He closed his eyes and entered a seemingly mysterious state. Within a few seconds, the boy's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the high temperature of nearly 45 degrees could not make the boy sweat, but the whole person was cold as if his supernatural power was exhausted. Then the boy raised his hand slightly, and a black shadow appeared out of thin air and flew into the sky!

A thousand new guardian gods!

The boy opened his eyes, and his face was still bloodless. But his eyes showed a firm and confident look. After seeing 1,000 guardian gods joining the construction team vigorously, he breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled back to the car.

The superpowers who were fighting desperately could not help but cheer from the bottom of their hearts when they saw this scene! The combat power that suddenly appeared out of nowhere was really a timely help! The entire construction team was full of energy again, and even a small number of taskers who were dissatisfied with the black-haired boy who had been sitting in the air-conditioned compartment and drinking ice water became convinced at this time. Others could not help but reflect on themselves: Was it wrong to push themselves to the limit before? In fact, proper relaxation and rest are more beneficial to physical and mental health and superpower upgrades?

After watching the black-haired boy's superpower suddenly become one-third stronger than before, Langtai, who did not take advantage of it, returned to C2001's side with regret and continued to assist and take advantage of it.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was even stronger.

Although the temperature on the plateau is much lower, the thin air allows the already scorching sunlight to penetrate the ground without hindrance. The primary task of the guardian angel who was exposed to the sun through the hole in the dome is not to prevent heatstroke but to prevent fire.

"According to the current progress, all dome repairs will be completed in 20 minutes." Beach Pants told everyone through the intelligent computer. Although the sun had not erupted for less than a day, almost everyone on the construction team, except Xiaoyi, had been tanned. At this time, the programmer's outfit of beach pants and slippers seemed inexplicably appropriate.

Just as everyone was excited to speed up their work, the white sun in the sky suddenly burst into a burst of intense light!

At the moment of the sudden change, Huo Li commanded 4,000 guardians to hide under the dome! His quick reaction enabled most of the guardians to escape, but the slowest 200 to 300 guardians did not have time to escape into the dome within 1 second. Under the irradiation of the white light, their wing feathers, which were already scorched by the sun, burst into flames, and then turned into hundreds of large fireballs hanging on the dome and burning quietly.

Then, under Huo Li's control, they exploded into fireworks shining with white light. Finally, the scene of the guardians condensed by faith dissipating in the air was maintained, instead of being burned into slag emitting the smell of burnt barbecue.

The sun's explosion was too sudden. The sunlight that came through the hole in the dome turned into dazzling spots of light on the ground within a second. Although no one wanted to stand in the direct sunlight, the taskers and Earth humans walking around did not avoid it. Many taskers who were working on the project did not react at all and were hit by the deadly light. They immediately howled and dodged as if they were scalded by boiling water!

The construction site was suddenly filled with people who were burned and cried out in pain. There was even an unlucky Earth volunteer who was burned headfirst after he got into the range of a large spot of light. When the wind-type psychic next to him came to his rescue 5 seconds later, the volunteer was already half-cooked and could not be saved.

For a moment, both the missioners and the people on Earth were shocked by the tragic scene, and they all looked at the bright white spots on the ground in shock.

The surviving 3,700 guardians also carefully avoided the deadly bright rays of sunlight in the air and fell to the ground.

"Everyone, avoid the direct sunlight!" The programmer with 10 electrodes attached to his head shouted to everyone through the intelligent computer, but it was too late. The anomaly had already appeared for 7 or 8 seconds. Those who did not hit the sunlight would naturally not go to their deaths, and ordinary people who had hit it might not hear this sentence...

"Pay attention to fire prevention in the ruins! Water-type psychics and ice-type psychics, go quickly! Suppress all the dust. Ordinary people, stay away, be careful of explosions!" The architect shouted as Beach Pants finished speaking. He didn't dare to manipulate the ruins to move even a little at this time, for fear that a spark from friction would detonate the dust-filled pile of debris.

At this time, the huge rubble of dozens of high-rise buildings that had just been demolished was like dozens of bombs that could be detonated at any time, scattered across the construction site. Any slight movement could produce a series of chain reactions, sending thousands of people on the scene to death!