As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

Seeing this, Zhang Ge nodded in satisfaction, and while continuing his seemingly futile firing, he said to Amelia:

"You go first. Go to the surface and inform the Adeptus Mechanicus. I'll hand Ascalon over to you. Stay here to attract its attention and buy time."

Those nobles may not be trustworthy, but the Mechanicus definitely has a blood feud with Ran Dan. I don’t know how those nobles hid it from the priests, otherwise the Mechanicus would definitely get rid of this thing even if it means burying the entire hive.

Of course, asking her to go to the Mechanicus was just for the right reason. After Zhang Ge died, he could spread the word about this thing himself.

But Amelia shook her head and said:

"No, you don't have to."

Zhang Ge was dumbfounded. Are you acting in a romantic drama?

"Now is not the time to consider personal thoughts, let's go!"

Amelia glanced at Zhang Ge with a slightly strange expression, her eyes sweeping over his neck:

"Aren't you still wearing the pendant? Olivia can hear you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ge's expression froze.

Oops, I forgot about this. In order to make long-distance communication easier, Zhang Ge simply wore the pendant inside his clothes, so if nothing unexpected happened, Olivia could hear every word he said.

Not necessarily, not necessarily. What if there is no signal at such a distance?

Zhang Ge pinched the pendant's hair and asked tentatively:

"Olivia? Are you listening? If you are, tell me where you are."

"I'm here. I just left. I'm not sure what's going on, but please hold on for a while. I can sense the location of the other part of your body. There's no need to ask Miss Amelia to come over."

The other part of the body should refer to this hair.

"The priests didn't stop you?"

"Priest? Those little men in red? No, but they brought many others dressed the same way behind me."

During the conversation, the upward momentum of the jump pack had gradually turned into a downward momentum, and as the speed slowed down, the distance to the object behind was rapidly shortening.

But before she was caught up, Amelia had already reached the place she wanted - in front of a fairly large building.

It’s hard to tell what it is from the outside, but looking at the current situation of the bottom nest, there’s no need to worry about it anymore.

She turned backwards and used the force of her backpack to slow down. The two of them gradually slowed down in mid-air, but they had already crashed into the window before they could stop.

When Amelia broke open the window, she raised her hands and lifted Zhang Ge to a position slightly higher than herself, so that his legs were still off the ground when she landed. In this way, she only needed to stand still when landing, so as to avoid the two of them affecting each other and causing imbalance.

After being put down, there was no need for any additional communication, as Zhang Ge already understood her thoughts.

As Zhang Ge ran into the building, Amelia took out several grenades from the storage space of the power armor.

If it were an ordinary weapon, it would be better to run a few more steps to delay time, but it happened that the nuns had made some achievements in burning flesh and blood, and the state religion could also get some small contraband through many channels.

The surface of this round object was marked with red inscriptions:

Phosphate grenade.

Powerful enough to burn through adamantium, this weapon has a scaled-up missile version, often launched from warships to incinerate entire planets, thus completing extermination orders quickly and easily.

When these phosphide grenades were thrown out, the worm creature disdained these things that looked even worse than plasma balls.

But when the grenade exploded, the green cloud began to release flames and radiation along its eyeball, and when anything it came into contact with was inevitably burned, it experienced the consequences of this wrong decision firsthand.

The giant creature, with its huge forward momentum, had no way to avoid it and could only crash head-on into it due to inertia, wrapping the cloud that was supposed to spread in a ball shape all over its front half of the body, and lost its vision amid the burning, high temperature, carbonization and painful screams.

Its body turned into a torch, illuminating the surroundings, and its disgusting eyeballs and the front half of its body were gradually burned into charcoal.

In its blind run, it crashed into the building where Yu Zhangge and the others were without slowing down. The green cloud carried by its body spread out and even ignited the ceramic steel that made up the building, causing the raging fire to spread.

however.

In the spreading high-temperature flames and heated scorching air, the hind half of its body slowly raised itself up. In the front, the carbonized layer that should have lost its vitality slowly broke away, followed by the second piece, and more.

Outside the window, its pupils, entangled by worms and out of focus, looked particularly terrifying.

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ps2: Results report, yesterday was top 4, TT.

Chapter 55: Hiding

When the shrill sound and the slight vibration caused by its impact on the building were heard, Zhang Ge had already gone some distance deep into the building.

Although it sounds unlikely, judging from the messy tables, chairs, benches, broken teaching tools and so on, this is actually a school.

Although it had obviously been abandoned for quite some time, with syringes, bullet casings, and coagulated bloodstains visible everywhere, the overall furnishings had not been completely destroyed. It must have been occupied by some forces and used as a stronghold after being abandoned, otherwise the scavengers would have definitely taken everything out.

Soon, several explosions were heard again from the rear, not far away. Zhang Ge knew that it was most likely the sound made by Amelia trying to escape from the battle. This meant that the thing... although it was unlikely that the whole thing had come in, at least the extension of the thing had approached here.

Judging from its creation, its extension is likely to be blind as well, so Zhang Ge did not choose to hide in a narrow place, but chose a classroom to maneuver.

Of course, this is a gamble, and a very risky one.

But the cabinet is not an invincible area like in the game. As long as it is not stupid, it will obviously not let go of these places. If it has no vision, hiding in a small place will have no additional effect except to restrain itself. It will be difficult to resist inside, and it will be more likely to be directly touched by its extension.

If it has vision, even if we don't mention whether it would search everywhere, then why doesn't it develop a heat-sensing organ in such a dark place with no heat source?

After weighing the pros and cons, although both are dangerous, it is better to choose the one with relatively less risk.

Then again, isn't this kind of situation, where the risks are very high no matter which one, exactly what Zhang Ge wants?

In this environment that was very similar to a horror movie, Zhang Ge didn't feel nervous at all. In order to prevent any knocking sounds, he took off his armor and boots and threw them out of the window. After tightening his cuffs and trouser legs, he casually walked to a desk with two newspapers on it and began to read them line by line.

The dates are all over a hundred years ago... Is the quality of the Empire's parchment so good?

The content on the front page of the first picture is about this school.

More than a hundred years ago, a sociologist from this hive city believed that the darkness and chaos in the bottom nest were not caused by the bottom nest people themselves, but by the inaction of the nobles. He donated money to build such a primary school with free tuition. As a result, various gangs in the bottom nest supported it and were very happy.

The second photo was also on the front page, and it was published almost a few months apart. This time, it was about the massacre at the school's opening ceremony. Dozens of attendees, including the sociologist, died, and a large number of children from the bottom nest were also killed and injured.

What is this? Is this a reverse wool-pulling?

“Save…save…me…”

Suddenly, a child's voice was heard outside. Combined with what he was watching, Zhang Ge almost thought he was hallucinating. However, the voice came again soon, this time from a closer distance.

Tables and chairs were overturned, cabinet doors were opened, and there was a slight friction. These sounds gradually approached as the three words continued to echo.

That thing's intelligence level is so high that it can imitate the language of its prey to lure it.

Raise your head very slowly and focus your eyes on the door.

When the voice came to the door, Zhang Ge saw the person who made the voice.

A little girl with dark features slowly poked her head in from the side.

What's strange is that the head is sticking out almost to the top of the door frame, and its height is extremely inconsistent with its child-like appearance.

Facing the door, it made the onomatopoeia again:

“Save…save…me…”

Seeing no one respond, the rest of the head also poked into the classroom.

Behind this head hangs a massive worm-like body, or rather, is this "head"-like organ a mock worm? At its other end are dozens of intertwined, tiny, pale tentacles, which support its movement.

Is this its extension? It seems that it really has no vision.

As this strange object, which looked like a human with only an extremely long spine left, stretched into the classroom, the long, blood-red filaments extending from its pale, fleshy body also moved in.

Those thin threads floating in the air like red silk threads seemed soft and powerless, but the next moment the thing thought something was suspicious, they were instantly tightened and pulled out from all directions. Anything in the path, whether it was tables, chairs, benches or anything else, was easily broken or cut like bubble wrap.

As it slowly passed over Zhang Ge's head, it had already launched several attacks, but none of them affected Zhang Ge's position. It seemed to have lost interest and began to speed up and move towards the back door.

Just as Zhang Ge was lying motionless, complaining in his heart why he didn't try his luck with this thing more often, a sense of crisis like a needle prick came from behind him.

Just like when I first came through, it was as if something sharp was stabbing in front of my eyes, and my eyelids closed involuntarily. Driven by this sense of crisis, my body reacted before my brain did.

The power sword held in his left hand slashed backward in a fan shape as his arm pulled with all his strength. Although he had not practiced any sword skills, the sword still happened to cut through the air at the best angle in this emergency situation.

The sword wind swept up, and more than a dozen thin threads that were silently stabbing from behind were all cut in half, leaving only a few millimeters away from Zhang Ge.

Only then did he realize that he had made the same mistake.

The alien is not an irrational monster, nor is it a madman who will attack people recklessly when he sees them.

It used clumsy vocalizations and aimless attacks to disguise itself as a mere beast lacking intelligence. When it realized that Zhang Ge had assumed it had no eyesight due to inertia, it took advantage of this carelessness and arrogance, and only suddenly tore off its disguise when it patiently moved to the most vulnerable position of its prey.

Aliens are intelligent beings that are more cunning, more unscrupulous, and more brutal than humans.

Aliens cannot be trusted.

This statement is not just about not trusting their kindness, but also about their stupidity, weakness, and vulnerability.

They are all equally untrustworthy and should be treated as the muzzle of a gun pointed at your head, poised to fire a bullet at any moment.

Looking at the head hanging in the air in front of him, still with empty features but as if with a hint of mockery, Zhang Ge realized this.

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Chapter 56: Simple Lines & End-of-Chapter PS Reward

At this point, there would naturally be no further communication between the two sides.

Zhang Ge advanced without any hesitation instead of retreating.

In front of him now was the head, which meant that behind it was the main body extending from the front door.

The body suddenly rushed forward from its original position under the power of the legs and feet.

That’s right, right in front.

Almost the next moment after Zhang Ge's body popped out, the silk thread stretched out from behind him and hit the ground where he was standing, leaving more than a dozen cuts on the ceramic steel floor.

This kind of attack cannot be heard by wind, and even vision is difficult to detect in the dark.

But its speed is basically the same as mine, and the opponent is not strong enough to predict the future. If it wants to hit him with this whip-like weapon, it must make an estimate.

Anticipate your direction of movement, anticipate your actions, and then use as many attacks as possible to cover that estimated area.

There are at least twenty or thirty of those filaments. If we fight according to conventional tactics, we will be dead if we fall into the opponent's rhythm.

And this action of rushing forward is exactly how Zhang Ge breaks away from its rhythm.

When his body hit the tables and chairs without any avoidance, loud noises were heard, and along with the physical pain came the reaction force.

In the moment just now, several rounds of bargaining took place. It did not expect that the attacks from the rear could kill Zhang Ge. Those attacks forced Zhang Ge to act.

As mentioned before, the speed of the two is almost the same. Therefore, if Zhang Ge wants to avoid such a fast attack, his only choice is to dodge with all his strength.

There is no point in dodging to the side. The attack range of a dozen or twenty filaments can cover an entire plane. Dodging backwards will make you fall into the attack range of those filaments from all directions, which is a slow death. The only option left is to move forward with all your strength.

But if he chose to move forward, as long as Zhang Ge could not violate the laws of physics, he would not be able to make inertia disappear out of thin air. Whether he wanted to stop for a second dodge or wanted to slow down immediately after the explosion, he would be half a beat slower.

Moreover, he had already taken action before, so even if he didn't consider dodging and slowing down, his speed under full force was still predictable.

This was exactly its purpose, to use the attack from behind to force Zhang Ge to move forward with all his strength.

If Zhang Ge did not go all out forward, he would not be able to escape the coverage of the attack from behind. If he did not dodge after going all out, he would be torn apart by the second predicted attack. Even if he forced himself to slow down against the momentum of the charge, he would only be half a beat slower.

In this kind of confrontation, being a little slow is no different from being killed directly.

Yes, and that is why he did not choose to violate the laws of physics.

The reaction force provided by the table and chairs as obstacles blocked Zhang Ge's originally rapid forward momentum. It was this short distance of delay that caused the opponent's originally cut off thread, which was now retracted and launched a second attack, to fail.

Those red lines that could easily tear flesh apart were just a hair's breadth away, almost brushing against the tip of his nose as they moved downwards, and the broken pieces of tables and chairs pierced into his flesh.

It was a loud noise, but it meant that Zhang Ge's attack, which was supposed to be at full speed and was sure to succeed, missed, and this was even more so because he did not slow down himself.

This is a game, as simple as a straight line on a piece of white paper. There is no time to excitedly shout out the names of moves, nor is there any time to recall the memories of the village and friends.

But although it seems simple, both sides have put all their attention on this brief game, making countless decisions. If they make a wrong move, they will become the loser, and the loser is equivalent to the dead.

The next moment after his attack missed, Zhang Ge burst out with strength again and leaped upwards. The blade of the power sword drew an arc, and the sword tip unsurprisingly split the filaments that tried in vain to block it, and severed the connection between the entangled pale flesh whiskers and the head.