Walk alone in the abyss

What is the most tragic death?

Everyone's experience is different, and the conclusions drawn are naturally different.

But there is no doubt that the deaths of some of the passengers on this ship made Captain Gries, who was used to seeing big scenes, feel a little uncomfortable, and wanted to create a mosaic for these corpses twisted at the edge of the corridor.

"Cheer up," Gries whispered, and the laser rifle fired several light bullets, piercing the heads of these corpses one by one.

This is a necessary precaution.

When they dealt with some biochemical leak crises a few times, life forms that had been judged dead suddenly came back to life, and they also encountered situations where human cells reorganized into monsters.

That scene was quite frightening, much scarier than the swelling of internal organs caused by the sudden loss of pressure.

The development of biotechnology does not necessarily bring good things.

And a longer life is the lifelong pursuit of many dignitaries.

Hearing Greis' instructions through the earphones, several team members in the rear nodded.

Two fire control mechanical soldiers used equipment to light up the cabin in front of them, and the safety gate in front blocked their way.

There appears to be something wriggling stuck to the gate.

They are at the transition bridge in the middle of the ship, on both sides of the engine room. The black-hearted capitalists have installed passenger seats here, so that the corridor has only narrow passages, and the front and rear are cargo holds.

Gris frowned and looked at the lines on the gate, and when he got a little closer, he realized that this kind of thing was not uncommon.

It's just some pink cells with various protrusions.

There are also some light white hardened tissues that look like solidified foam, which are all stiffened cells.

Gris endured the discomfort in his stomach, and gestured to the rear.

Mechanic reformer—the mechanic controls two balls to move forward. One ball sprays out high-temperature flames, which directly hit the safety gate. The other ball irradiates a high-energy laser beam, which tries to cut the safety gate. gate.

The gates of this kind of civilian ships are just some simple alloys, but because they carry individual equipment, the cutting speed is also a bit slow.

Two more balls joined the cutting operation.

"Pay attention to controlling energy consumption," Gries reminded in a low voice.

His voice was transmitted to the ears of the team members through the communication equipment, and it was also transmitted to the three peripheral dedicated combat ships and the command hall of the special forces.

The three teams that entered the ghost ship all sent back similar pictures at this moment.

They were all blocked by security gates, and both found tissue stuck here and there.

One team entered the rear cargo compartment, which was covered with a spider web-like pink network structure, and the scalp felt numb just looking at it.

The commanders discussed it and gave the front line an order with conscience:

"You are allowed to fire freely."

Gris' mouth twitched slightly.

Do you still need your authorization for this kind of thing? If I didn't let Lao Tzu shoot when I encountered monsters, I turned around and killed them.

Of course, this is just a small thought in my heart.

"Understood," Captain Gries responded with his mature bass.

...

Aboard the Feinan.

In front of Yang Ming was a projection screen with scrolling characters.

Law is trying to decipher the other party's communication signal.

The Sherman Empire has always been a "dwarf in civilian use" and a "giant in military use". The encryption level of the communication equipment between their warships is so complex that it always makes opponents sigh.

Even for Li, who has the new mastermind of Dongfeng, it will take some time at this moment.

And it may not be able to break through.

Yang Ming could only observe the Blue from a distance through the equipment on the Feinan.

He is a little anxious.

This sense of anxiety reminded him of the most profound event he had experienced when he was on Earth—the college entrance examination at the end of his middle school education.

Of course, there is no comparison between the two.

Beside him was a small instrument.

This is the biological signal jammer completed by Li according to the technology provided by the examiner teacher, the same model as Miss Hera's.

It is precisely because of this instrument that the Valkyrie cannot sense Yang Ming at this moment; and similarly, Yang Ming cannot directly sense the Valkyrie.

He was just a little annoyed at the bottom of his heart.

Yang Ming felt that the Valkyries should have somewhat similar emotions.

The fingers of his hands were pressed against each other, his body was huddled in the seat, and his expression did not change for a long time.

The front projection screen shook slightly, and a small picture appeared.

Lil did it!

But because the other party used multi-channel communication methods, the picture Yang Ming saw was incomplete and frames were scrambled, so he could barely see what was going on inside the cabin.

Made!

Yang Ming's forehead gradually turned black.

Isn't this what the copy of the scientific research ship looked like back then?

Cells proliferating freely everywhere?

There are still some horrible corpses lying in the corner without mosaics.

Law continued to crack the other party's communication, and completed the construction of the dual channel after a few minutes.

The picture that Yang Ming saw finally stabilized, and he was able to borrow the equipment carried by the three exploration teams to see clearly the details of every place in the cabin.

"Captain Gris?"

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "He's quite active."

Law does not answer this meaningless question.

She is busy 'stealing' the signal at the moment. The Sherman Empire has adopted a dynamic encryption machine, and the signal decoding method is constantly changing. She must keep up with the opponent's rhythm in order for Yang Ming to continue peeping.

At this moment, the progress of the three teams was almost at the same pace, and the first safety gate was opened.

Law adjusted the monitoring screen of the third team, and locked the main perspective on the camera equipment on the shoulder of Captain Gries.

The three balls that cut the gate converged, and a muscular warrior stepped forward with a light shield, and smashed the safety gate into the air with one punch.

The cargo hold covered with pink meat film made the new female team member in the back retch a little.

——She was selected into the elite team because of her high adaptability to mechanical modification. She has done actual combat exercises for three years before. After the last battle on Zubin Star, she became a new member of Gris' subordinate.

"Be careful, rookie, don't fall behind."

A muscular man whispered.

Gris said: "Try to see if you can burn these ghost things, step back, and observe the reaction."

"Yes, Captain."

The female team member skillfully made several gestures, and two silvery-white balls floated to the left and right. Layers of metal flakes appeared on the surface of the ball, like several whirlpools, spraying out compressed combustion accelerant and high-temperature fireworks.

The bulkhead was quickly burned out, but the fleshy membranes just curled up.

A melee team member held a lightsaber and slashed across two pink structures that looked like neuron protrusions.

"Boss, these ghost things here are stronger than those on the door just now."

Gris frowned and nodded, his hands holding the laser rifle were trembling slightly.

He suddenly thought of the battle that had been more than two years ago.

He also saw this kind of thing on the controlled mining ship at that time... but the number was very small, and it didn't attract much attention.

she here?

Without hesitation, Gries activated the captain's authority and sent back suggestions to the general headquarters.

"Command platform, please allow us to evacuate immediately. This may be the habitat of the Valkyrie. I have seen these things...she is probably here."

A majestic female voice came from the intercom: "Captain Gries, don't try to order us."

Gris immediately said: "We can use a cutting machine to cut open this ship, there is no living body here, I assure you, the weak signal you detected may be a trap."

"Gris, carry out the order."

"But!"

"Your order is to explore the ship and find any strange life forms that may exist."

Gris curled his lips: "Okay ma'am, then please arrange more fire support for us, more precise fire support."

"Understood, how did you become such a mother-in-law? This is not the Grace I know."

Grace smiled wryly.

This is not a mother-in-law, this is an intuition honed many times in life and death.

Warrior's intuition.

He temporarily shut down the dialogue with the command platform, turned his head and muttered: "Slow down, everyone, let's explore the engine room next, and restore the power supply of this spaceship first."

"Yes, boss."

The four entourages and one team member staying behind in the small boat all smiled steadily.

The captain is more reliable.

Sudden.

A dying howl resounded through Gris' earphones and the high-power speakers of the podium.

It's the team going to the aft deck!

In front of the screen on the podium, a group of men and women mostly stood up, looking at the chaotic picture on the left screen in disbelief.

They didn't see anything at all. A crimson shock wave passed by, and the bodies of the two melee players suddenly lifted off the ground. Under the pull of the semi-permanent simulated gravity, their limbs struggled. One's neck was obviously deformed, and the other's waist Shrink violently.

The other three team members immediately fired at the outside, but at the source of the crimson shock wave, there were only a few blank cargo boxes.

Something was hiding in the shadows.

The screams broke out again.

A melee player's neck exploded, and the spray of blood caused the transparent flight suit to bulge.

Another melee player's waist was broken, blood was constantly spurting out of his mouth, and his well-developed muscles had no protective effect at this moment.

"Go back!"

The remaining three turned their heads and ran, and several flames spewed out from the jetpack.

But faster than them are the cells and tissues everywhere.

Those pink cell tissues are growing rapidly, weaving a huge grid at the exit of the tail cabin.

The three surviving team members were about to attack these cell grids, and their bodies seemed to have been hit hard from nowhere.

They stared blankly, temporarily lost their ability to think, and bumped into the grid.

Those cell tissues quickly differentiated into palms with a diameter of several centimeters, holding them tightly in place through the spacesuit and protective light film.

No matter how the jetpacks are pushed, they still can't break free from the shackles of these palms.

Like an insect caught in a spider's web.

And from the beginning to the end, the ghost that released the crimson shock wave has been hiding in the shadows.

A similar fate befell the other two teams.

The exploration team at the front of the ghost cargo ship, two biochemical transformation fighters and three mechanical transformation fighters, have all been captured by the crazy proliferation of cell tissues.

The middle of a ghost cargo ship.

When Captain Gries heard the screams, he immediately ordered to retreat;

But the cells and tissues attached to the hull are proliferating rapidly, and the safety gate they passed through before has been filled with cells and tissues.

Gries ordered the burning of these cells before, which bought them some time at this moment.

Those pink cells began to surge towards Gries and the others.

The two melee players held their lightsabers and kept slashing. Gris and the two long-distance fire mechanics opened fire with full firepower, and the light bullets punched holes in those unprotected but extremely tough cell tissues.

Grace kept roaring:

"Spray fire! Sprinkle accelerant!"

"Give us some fire support! Hurry up and open the hull! Are you all dead outside!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Boom!

Boom!

Grace's heart suddenly contracted violently.

His roar stopped, and he looked up at the position of the tail cabin.

Behind those cell tissues covered with pocket palms, a figure seemed to be slowly approaching them.

Memories that were almost dead began to attack Gris.

The mining ship tragedy.

Meteor Belt Wars.

The crimson shock wave, the woman who is hard to resist the bombardment of the gunboat's main artillery, and the Valkyrie who can smash the heads of biochemical soldiers from the air.

"She's here..."

Gris turned his head and shouted: "Get ready to explode! Blast the hull! Quick! Leave immediately!"

The cell tissue at the safety gate in front shrinks naturally.

The figure in the fiery red dress and the fluttering blood-colored long hair broke into the sight of Gries and the equipment on Gries.

Aboard the Feinan.

Yang Ming couldn't help standing up.

His eyes were wide open, his fists were clenched tightly, and there was a crazy desire to fight in his body, but his brain was extremely clear.

Powerful Valkyrie.

Not bound by the numerical values ​​​​of the "Abyss" game, she possesses strong combat strength, and now she has obviously completed an unknown number of evolutions as a Valkyrie!

she is here!

She is here!

Lu's projection appeared beside Yang Ming, and she felt that she should give Yang Ming some support at this moment.

"Captain Gries is probably doomed," Li said softly.

In the picture, the Valkyrie pointed at Gris and opened her right hand.

Gris roared, and the laser rifle fired a series of light bullets, but the Valkyrie didn't even stretch out her iconic red light film, the seemingly soft skin had an unparalleled protective ability, and those light bullets didn't leave any traces.

The long skirt on her body seemed to be a part of her body. After being broken, it quickly multiplied and filled.

Two screams came.

There was nothing unusual about Gries, but the four players behind Gries slowly levitated, each clutching their necks.

"stop."

The Valkyrie's voice suddenly sounded, and it went straight to Gris's mind.

"Negotiate, don't kill you."

Gris opened his mouth, turned his head to look at his team members, lowered his head and said to the communication device on his shoulder:

"She, she asked to negotiate... You let them go first! I will let them not fire! We have fought, Valkyrie, and I consider myself to be your former opponent, and I give you the highest respect!"

Saying that, Gris threw the laser rifle in his hand to the ground.

The Valkyrie stared at Greis, as if recalling, then nodded slightly.

The four players fell to the ground, regardless of whether they were old or new, their eyes were full of fear.

But at this moment, Yang Ming in Feinan changed color suddenly.