Chapter 509 NO92 Who doesn’t like a happy reunion?

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 509 NO.92 Who doesn’t like a happy reunion?

At this moment, in a different dimensional space in the base city that is beyond the reach of any surveillance.

The Metron man lay on a metal plate filled with white gas.

The frost spread over his body, making him look like seafood in a freezer.

But it’s rare to grill your own seafood.

The lingering white air is not cold air, but steam. The entire body of the Metrotronians is heating up, and the heat is enough to give some older space people some bad associations.

Is this about to explode?

It is undeniable that at that moment, several figures in red appeared in their minds.

He also shuddered quietly because of those postures and stepped back slightly.

But they were in the minority after all, and more people gathered around the Metronian and whispered.

Standing down from a high position, looking down at each other, like a group of vultures.

"I never thought that this guy Tver could be used in such a way."

"Hiding a miniature new world in one person can actually succeed."

"It's a good use of waste. I heard from the Nakor people that this guy is very close to Linton. He is really being used everywhere."

"Ah, Commander Black, please tell me about our new world..."

"Isn't it stable yet? The shell can't hold on for long."

The vultures saw the leader, and when the man in black attire approached, everyone moved aside and looked at him eagerly.

"That's why I'm here. Everyone, the foundation of the new world has been completed. You can look for your own vehicles." The man responded with a smile.

"I've been waiting for your words! Come here from the Technology Development Zone to follow us!"

"Okay! Matlin, let's go!"

"Okay! Thank you very much! Commander Black!!"

...The cheerful greetings, words of thanks, and curses and urgings continued one after another. When the man responded with a smile and turned to look at the condition of the 'container', there were also anxious cadres who came forward.

"Mr. Commander, we can't contact Ximomo. Is he staying to fight against those annoying Ultra Warriors?"

"The same goes for Giorghini. Thinking about it yesterday, he directly left me his share of the New World Machinery Factory. Sure enough, he is also prepared to sacrifice himself."

"And Geller and the others! Are they doing it for us too..."

Cadres from the Babar Star, the Baltan Star, and the Sharpley Star came forward one after another.

They obviously came here to confirm the status of their compatriots, relatives and friends. Even if they had already made up their minds, they still had to be lucky.

In response to this, the man just smiled helplessly, raised his cane and pointed at a certain Zarab star in the distance: "The person responsible for supervising the battlefield is over there. I believe he will know the person you are looking for."

"Ah, sorry."

"Ah, it's Mr. Zarrab, Mr. Zarrab!"

With the rightful owner, the group of cosmic beings who were sick and seeking medical attention immediately moved away, leaving the space near the Metronian man free again, and the Yabo man pushing the trolley approached.

"Your Excellency, Commander, give way." He picked up bags of compressed and folded medical devices from the cart. This Yabo man looked like a medical worker, inserting needles and infusions into the Metron man in the frozen device.

.

To be honest, with so many cosmic beings of different races and structures in this invading coalition, there are obviously not many races that can truly be good doctors.

The Yabo people, who have experience in manufacturing super beasts and are familiar with the physiological structure of different races, are one of them.

Although the professional counterpart is still a monster, his understanding of the physiological structure of space people is not bad.

Even with a special appearance like the Metron man, he can accurately find the veins and arteries, but even if he is familiar with the physiological structure, it does not mean how high his medical level is.

"How about it?"

Commander Blake, who had left enough distance for the opponent to move, did not look as calm and calm as before.

It was in response to his gaze that Nayabo subconsciously looked around. After realizing that there was almost no one in the space, he turned back and said with some hesitation: "...His fever is difficult to get rid of."

"I can see it," the man looked back at the other person's white smoke-emitting body, and looked at the Nayabo man again, "but I'm asking how long he can live. We don't have much time."

He has a very clear understanding of the current situation.

There are always more different worlds in the digital field. As long as they are closed in time, even if the police get help from the God's Blessing Sound Class and the digital world, it will be difficult to locate the new world in the short term.

But if they keep the portal open like this and wait for all the compatriots from the Alliance Army to move, something will definitely happen.

So the door should be closed as quickly as possible, and beyond that...

He glanced at the frozen Tver again, and his originally bright red shell-like body seemed to have faded.

Metron people are often called seafood due to their appearance, but this is completely opposite to real seafood. When their dark skin color begins to lighten, it also represents the departure of vitality.

"The same is true for the human girl in the data who was possessed by constancy for the first time. After that, her condition got much better, but that is just a reference..."

The Yabo doctor was hesitant. On his face, which was also like an aquatic carapace, only the eyes could see the confusion.

"Faibasi is just imitating the constancy, but the pressure of information in the miniature world is real. Even if Tver is not a pure data life but an organism with a higher information density, it is probably..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Commander Black's cane hit the floor beneath his feet.

The dull sound of metal collision almost made Dr. Nayabo tremble: "I asked how long it can last! Can't those machines of yours give results!?"

"Ten...ten minutes! His physical fitness can only sustain that information for ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes..." After receiving this answer, Commander Black fell into thinking and his expression was very serious.

"Ten minutes..."

He suddenly sighed again, but immediately felt something was wrong.

Because his exclamation just now was extremely deep, even though it contained his own voice, it was as confusing as a mixed sound.

Looking at the doctor on the side, he looked at him with doubts, and he immediately raised his cane.

"Everyone! Evacuate—" "Evacuate to where?"

As if he had completely predicted his every move, even predicting what he would shout, that still deep voice sounded, right next to him, blowing with a sharp wind.

coming!

Nobel!

Commander Black's reaction was half a beat slower, but dark red tentacles poked out from under his uniform, blocking the long blade with unparalleled tenacity, and even wrapping it up in the next moment.

And he himself even took half a step back in this moment of persistence.

Halfway through, he saw a ferocious face.

The silver light spots rising from the black smoke should have been difficult to identify, but he was extremely familiar with it because the eyes were so sharp that they seemed to see through him deeply enough.

Having three degrees of knowledge.

It was enough for him to realize at that moment that it was a face that shouldn't appear, right in front of him, with a misty black mist.

The condensation of deep resentment comes from the remnants of the narcissistic power.

"you……"

His heart tightened, and a stream of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Lowering your head, you can see the familiar bone spurs.

It was Blackendor's bone spur, which pierced into his chest in half form.

With a power that Peimo could not control, it flew out through him and was nailed to the wall four feet away.

"you?"

Repeating the other person's unfinished pronunciation, the demon tilted his head slightly and let out a teasing laugh.

As he sneered, the space began to flash red.

Noisy sounds came from all directions.

Those voices are not uniform, but they are all human voices, but the language is even more weird, they are all the languages ​​that they are accustomed to, showing that the speaker is falling into panic instinct.

It was these sounds that caused obvious astonishment to appear on the face of the man nailed to the wall.

"It's been ten minutes. I'm very confused about whether I should give up some people, right?"

The demon looked at him and bared his sharp teeth.

In the raised sharp claw, there was an oddly shaped finger tiger thorn at some point, and when he pressed it, it also made a weird mechanical sound.

"Listen to me and don't give up on anything."

"You can tidy up."
Chapter completed!