MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 444 brand new power

In a hall full of metal technology visual effects, researchers wearing special protective suits streamed and hurried.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge machine connected to the ceiling, which looks like a condensed version of a supercomputer. There are many brain-like screen images around it for the researchers below to operate at any time.

At this time, there were several people with solemn faces in front of one of the light brains.

While operating the optical brain, they discussed softly.

"It's here again! Another shock of consciousness!"

On the left is a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looks polite, his eyes are fixed on the screen data, and his brows are wrinkled: "And the scale is very large, involving at least hundreds of thousands of conscious bodies!"

A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle on the right cursed emotionally: "Damn silverfish! Do we have no choice but to watch it turn the world upside down?"

Hearing this sentence, the three colleagues next to each other looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed: "Until we locate the specific location of the target, we really can't do anything."

"It's like this again!!" The Mediterranean man was furious, and his whole head was like a blooming sunflower: "We seem to be wandering on this problem forever! We will never get a useful solution!"

The young man with golden glasses kindly comforted him: "Don't be angry, you also know that the target is very cunning, and I didn't know how to let a main consciousness be erased instead of it last time, turning an eradication operation into a Serious accident, we have been extremely passive since then, and we didn’t know how to proceed for a long time. Now it is a great improvement to be able to narrow the scope by monitoring the vibration of consciousness. It is conceivable that the precise positioning will not be far away. would be too far away."

Facing the consolation of his colleagues, the anger of the Mediterranean man turned to a sneer.

Just listening to him snort while looking at the golden glasses with inexplicable meaning: "Isn't it far away? Is it like the so-called eternal fifty years in ancient times?"

The youth was speechless.

His throat trembled a few times and fell into silence, not answering his words.

Seeing this scene, the Mediterranean man sneered again: "I said earlier that I should cut through the mess quickly, regardless of his main consciousness, as long as he determines the approximate area, he will be wiped out in batches! Look at that **** silverfish can still hide. Where are you going! Why are you so helpless and helpless like today?"

"No, no, no.." The people around said: "That's a terrible impact, and erasing a main consciousness is already a very serious accident, and more of us will all be sent to prison!"

"That won't work, that won't work, is there any faster and more effective way?" The Mediterranean man spit and fought against the crowd: "You are all indecisive and indecisive, and there will be more shocks like this, and we will only end up in the end. Worse than going to jail!"

The people around were hesitant.

But he still shook his head habitually: "No, no."

in a noisy and chaotic environment.

The tall man in the center who had never made a sound and had a mask on his face suddenly scolded: "Are you busy today? If you have time to make noise here, why don't you do more screening and try to locate the target as soon as possible!"

The tall masked man's voice rang out.

The group of people who had been noisy just now immediately fell silent.

Several of them touched their wrists and pulled out their light brains and turned to leave while typing on the light and shadow keyboard, looking very focused and busy.

Even a few researchers who accidentally passed by in the distance speeded up their pace slightly and passed here in a shorter time.

Soon.

In front of the huge machine, there were only three people left: a tall man with a mask, a young man with golden glasses, and a Mediterranean man.

The Mediterranean man seemed to have exhausted his strength in the quarrel just now, and at the moment seemed a little tired and out of breath.

The young man with golden glasses gently pushed his glasses, hesitated for a while, and suggested softly to the tall man: "Although it is a bit extreme, I have to admit that if we let the target go on like this, the situation may become uncontrollable. If it is serious, we should take some necessary countermeasures, at least delay it for some time?"

Hearing this, the Mediterranean man's eyes lit up obviously.

The tall man in the mask was thinking silently.

half an hour.

He nodded slightly and turned to look at the young man with golden glasses: "What happened to the batch of meta-consciousness that was specially cultivated? If it hasn't been eliminated, give them more permissions."

Without waiting for the young man to answer, the Mediterranean man hurriedly answered, "I'll do it! I'll definitely make that **** silverfish eat a lot of pain!"

As soon as the words fell, the man had already pulled out his light brain and ran away happily.

Looking at the slightly excited back of the Mediterranean man.

The young man with gold glasses asked worriedly, "Is it just handed over to him? Will it be too radical?"

"It doesn't matter, maybe we were too soft in the past." The tall masked man looked at the huge machine in front of him with flickering eyes, and said in a flat tone: "Like you said, it's good to delay for a while."

After this sentence, there was no voice in this place in the hall except for the sound of the machine running.

. . .

"It's terrifying! It's terrifying!"

"Are we still alive?"

"Oops, my eyes seem to be blind?"

"Shut up all for Lao Tzu! The quarrel hurts Lao Tzu's head!"

"Everyone escape from death to vent their emotions, why are you so fierce?"

"Because Lao Tzu peeed in his pants!"

"..."

quietly) Pissing pants is amazing, I just spit out shit."

"..."

In a dark air-raid shelter, the red-robed high priest sat quietly against the wall. Although she couldn't see her face while wearing a mask, she could see from the uneven breath and weak and limp sitting posture that she was extremely weak at the moment.

Looking at the priests who were desperately rescued, she did not speak.

Gently remove the mask.

His face was pale and haggard.

If Wang Wen or Cheng Queyi were here, they would definitely recognize the owner of this face.

It was Cheng Queyi's former best friend, Yuanyuan, the glasses girl.

At the same time, this Yuanyuan is also a member of Du Keke Xu Wa and other sister groups.

The team members who came through Mi Lai Lai and the partner who brought Mi Lai Lai together to open the bar together.

All kinds of relationships are connected together.

The high priest of the Western Continent, who was lurking in the Eastern Continent, was indeed a master of communication with skillful means.

but.

At this moment, this brilliant communication master seemed very lonely.

She leaned her back against the wall, looked up at the zenith of the dugout helplessly, and whispered in a voice that no one could hear: "Lord Almighty, what should I do? The target is too powerful. In comparison, the strength we have accumulated over the years is like a firefly under the bright moon, completely vulnerable."

The priests who had been watching her heard the muffled voice, and hurriedly approached a little, and bowed respectfully and asked, "High priest, thank you for your life-saving grace, and if there is anything we can do, please let me know."

The high priest did not wait for the reply from the "Lord".

Shaking his head bitterly.

Lower your head and put your mask back on.

Standing up, facing all the people in the arena, he said softly, "My colleagues, this time, it is unavoidable that I must admit that we failed."

The sound came out.

There was silence in the shelter.

The surviving priests were in low spirits, their expressions were sad, and their morale was like withering.

Dressed in a tattered robe that could no longer be seen, the high priest tried to stabilize his emotions and comforted everyone: "Everyone has worked hard for many years, so just take this opportunity to take a good rest and go home to accompany your family."

An unwilling voice sounded in the silent arena: "High Priest, have we just admitted defeat? Are we giving up on the plan for so many years?"

"The other party is too strong, we tried our best." The high priest's voice was trembling, and he smiled bitterly: "I also tried my best."

This sentence seems to arouse everyone's memory of Wang Wen.

There were no more unhappy voices in the arena.

Everyone was silently looking around.

Like a group of homeless vagabonds, the "career" that they have been insisting on for many years is broken, but people are still alive, so they are so confused that they don't know where to go.

When the first person made a choked cry.

The scene became unmanageable.

The emotions that everyone was still suppressing were like a flood.

There are muffled tears.

There are those who cry.

There are people everywhere who are ripping off their heads and grabbing the ground.

The high priest standing at the center of the crowd was surrounded and overwhelmed by this mournful emotion.

There was always water dripping from the underside of the masked cheek.

At this juncture of strong emotions, some people could hardly help but want to kill themselves to thank the world.

The ceiling of the bomb shelter.

The seemingly airtight concrete wall suddenly appeared a beam of light~www.novelbuddy.com~ The light appeared out of thin air, fell steadily, and enveloped the trembling high priest.

The surrounding people suddenly woke up.

I thought it was the enemy's attack coming from the air again.

He quickly and tacitly set up a large isolation formation that he had practiced for many years to try to protect the high priest.

But the high priest suddenly stretched out his palm to stop everyone from moving.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the beam of light above her head.

The trembling body became stable, and along with the emotions, calm was restored.

for a long time.

Under everyone's suspicious gaze, her voice sounded again.

And this time, the voice became extremely firm and powerful: "Everyone, our Lord, has given a new power!"