"If you go near it, you will die." The speaker is Zeluo, and she hasn’t looked away from the puppet from the moment she entered the bridge.
"Are you so sure? Have to try it? " Marshall grinned. "If I’m not mistaken, the range of Grenade interception is five meters, so I can attack it before its absolute control area covers me."
"No, it’s not five meters, it’s fifty meters." Zeluo finally turned to look at Marshall. "If you go eleven meters further, you will become like that Grenade."
"Fifty meters? How do you know? " Marshall a surprised consciously took a step back.
Zeluo didn’t answer his question. He came to Kelan and Marshall and put his palm on their backs.
At this moment, Kelan and Marshall’s vision changed dramatically. The whole bridge ship turned into a piece of pure white, and the puppet individual in the distance was black, just like a mass of white paper smudged with ink.
Countless black tentacles spread from its body to every corner of the 50-meter range, just like ink spread along paper fibers-these things are all visible to the naked eye. If Kelan and Marshall rashly break into these black tentacles, they will capture them in an instant.
"It turned out to be a trap." Marshall frowned, and the fingers of his right hand trembled slightly for a few times. Ten meters ahead, a conical drill bit condensed out, and then the drill bit with the essence of mind was controlled and slowly pushed forward.
He came to think about the limit distance to condense the drill bit, but he found that the unrealized mental force actually dissipated directly after entering that area-not long ago, Zeluo felt the "pressing force" and it turned out that the puppet body appeared again.
Eleven meters ahead is the puppet individual field, and Marshall’s attack range is fifteen meters. There are four meters of overlap between them. Although Marshall attacked the puppet individual, it was still possible to deal with those black tentacles.
As soon as the cone drill bit entered the 50-meter range, the black tentacles rushed in and they whipped up like whips. At this moment, Marshall’s mind suddenly made the invisible drill bit rotate at a high speed.
The scene that those black tentacles that came into contact with the drill bit were instantly ground to pieces relaxed Marshall’s frown a little-these tentacles were not as strong as he imagined, and the cohesion of the mind was far from that of his drill bit.
"It’s not very strong … these tentacles … if I protect my body after materializing my mind, I should be able to cross this middle band," Marshall said to himself.
"These tentacles are not to attack", but Zeluo’s words are poured on his head like a pot of cold water. "These tentacles are a means of exploration."
"What about its means of attack?" Marshall’s voice just fell and a shrill scream rang in the depths of his mind. He felt a tingle all over his body, and the drill bit with concrete strength was instantly collapsed.
"fuck! My head seems to be exploding! " Marshall immediately covered his head and squatted down. "I … I have to find something to plug my ears."
"Did you plug your ears?" Kelan, who has been observing the puppet, shook his head. "You just covered your ears, but did the mourning of the undead diminish at all?"
“……”
"These sounds are not heard by your ears, but directly invade the depths of your mind. You can do something to get used to them."
"But just that scream was too … too fucking sharp, as if a cone had stuck into my brain …" Marshall said as he spoke, he seemed to feel something sticky and hot flowing along the sides of the people. He reached out and wiped the back of his hand with a large crimson mark.
"This … this doesn’t seem to be a pure mental attack." Marshall looked up at Kelan. "What, you don’t have a nosebleed?"
"This is a pure mental attack," Kelan took a deep breath and said to him. "Didn’t you say that your brain would have exploded without the protection of your mind?"
"Uh … psst-"Marshall was first one leng and then suddenly gasped in a gasp.
Just screaming in the depths of his mind not only destroyed his mind, but also caused a crack in his self-protection, which is why blood overflowed from his nasal cavity.
The trauma was not caused by the puppet, but by his own mind.
That scream is equivalent to tearing him up to wrap the wound bandage.
"That this ugly thing seems to have restrained me …" Marshall bit his teeth and shook his head. "Don’t say that he rushed to fight it in close combat. If you scream like this a few times more, I’m afraid my head will really blow."
Hear Marshall say this Koran eyes can not appear the heretical sect leader body double die … Just imagine a picture from the outside is scary enough.
"Why don’t you return to the hangar and give it to Zeluo and me?" Kelan said.
He wondered why the puppet individual had never launched an active attack, even if he just screamed, it was only based on passive defense-what was it waiting for? Or … What are the restrictions on its attack methods?