Chapter 191 Proliferation
What is the most tragic way to die?
Everyone's experiences are different, so naturally the conclusions they draw are also different.
But there is no doubt that the way some of the passengers on the ship died made Captain Gris, who was used to big scenes, feel a little uncomfortable, and he wanted to put a mosaic on the bodies twisted on the edge of the corridor.
"Everyone cheer up," Gris whispered, and the laser rifle fired several light bullets, piercing the heads of the corpses one by one.
This is a necessary precaution.
On several occasions when they were dealing with some biological leakage crises, there were life forms that had been judged dead that suddenly came back to life, and there were also cases where human cells were reorganized into monsters.
The scene was quite horrifying, much more terrifying than the expansion of internal organs caused by sudden decompression.
The development of biotechnology does not necessarily bring all good things.
Moreover, a longer life is the lifelong pursuit of many high-ranking officials and nobles.
After hearing Gris' instructions through the headphones, several team members at the back nodded.
Two fire control mechanical warriors used their equipment to light up the cabin in front of them, and the safety gate in front blocked their way.
There seemed to be something squirming attached to the gate.
They were at the middle transition bridge of the ship, on both sides of the engine room, where the black-hearted capitalists had installed additional passenger seats, leaving only a narrow passage in the corridor, with cargo holds in front and behind.
Gris frowned as he looked at the patterns on the gate, then got a little closer and realized that this kind of thing was not uncommon.
It is some pink cell tissue with various protrusions.
There are also some light white hardened tissues around it, which look like solidified foam. They are all stiff cells.
Gris endured the discomfort in his stomach and gestured to the back.
The mechanical transformer - the mechanic controlled the two spheres forward. One sphere spewed out a high-temperature flame, directly hitting the safety gate, and the other sphere emitted a high-energy laser beam, which tried to cut the safety gate.
The gates of these civilian ships are just some simple alloys, but because they are carrying individual equipment, the cutting speed is a bit slow.
Two more balls joined the cutting operation.
"Be careful to control energy loss," Gris reminded in a low voice.
His voice was transmitted to the ears of the team members through the communication equipment, and also to the three special combat ships on the periphery and the command hall of the special forces.
The three teams that entered the ghost ship all sent back similar images at this moment.
They were all blocked by security gates and found cell tissues adhered everywhere.
One team entered the rear cargo hold, which was filled with a spider-web-like pink mesh structure that made their scalp tingle just by looking at it.
The commanders discussed it and gave the front line an order with some conscience:
"You are allowed to fire freely."
The corner of Gris' mouth twitched slightly.
Do I need your authorization for this? If you don't let me shoot when I encounter a monster, I will kill you right away.
Of course, this is just a little thought in my mind.
"Understood," Captain Gris responded in his mature bass voice.
…
On board the Feinan.
In front of Yang Ming was a projection screen with characters constantly scrolling.
Lu is trying to crack 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 leaves their opponents speechless.
Even for Lu, who has the new main brain of Dongfeng, it will take some time at this moment.
And it may not be possible to break through.
Yang Ming could only observe the Blue from a distance through the equipment on the Feinan.
He was a little anxious.
This feeling of anxiety reminded him of the most profound event he had experienced on Earth - the college entrance examination at the end of his secondary education.
Of course, there is no comparison between the two.
There was a small instrument next to him.
This is the biological signal blocker that Lu made based on the technology provided by the examiner, 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 in his heart.
Yang Ming felt that the Valkyrie should have similar emotions.
The fingers of his hands were pressed against each other, his body huddled in the seat, and his expression did not change for a long time.
The projection screen in front shook slightly, and a few images appeared.
Law did it!
However, because the other party used multi-channel communication methods, the picture Yang Ming saw was incomplete and frame-dropped, and he could only barely see the situation in the cabin.
Damn!
Yang Ming's forehead gradually turned black.
Isn’t this what the replica of the scientific research ship looked like back then?
Freely proliferating cells everywhere?
There were also some horrible corpses lying in the corner without any mosaics.
Lu continued to crack the other party's communications and completed the construction of the dual channel after a few minutes.
The scene that Yang Ming saw finally stabilized, and he was able to use the equipment carried by the three exploration teams to see the details of every place in the cabin clearly.
"Captain Gris?"
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and whispered, "He is quite active."
The law did not answer such meaningless questions.
She was busy "stealing" signals at the moment. The Sherman Empire used a dynamic encryption machine, and the signal decoding method was constantly changing. She had to keep up with the other party's rhythm in order to allow Yang Ming to continue peeping.
At this moment, the three teams' progress was almost the same, and they opened the first safety gate.
Lu adjusted the surveillance footage of Team Three and locked the main perspective on the camera on Captain Gris' shoulder.
The three spheres that cut the gates converged, and a muscular warrior stepped forward with a light shield and punched the safety gate away.
The cargo hold covered with pink flesh membrane made the female new team member at the back feel a little nauseous.
——She was selected into the elite team because of her high adaptability to mechanical modifications. She had been doing actual combat training for three years before that. After the last battle on Zubin Star, she became a new member and worked under Gris.
"Pay attention, rookie, don't fall behind."
A muscular man whispered.
Gris said, "Try to see if you can burn these ghosts. Stand back and observe the reaction."
"Yes, Captain."
The female team member made a few skillful gestures, and two silver-white balls floated to the left and right. Layers of metal flakes appeared on the surface of the spheres, like a few whirlpools, spewing out compressed combustion aid and high-temperature fireworks.
The bulkhead was soon burned, but the flesh membranes simply curled up.
A melee fighter raised a lightsaber and slashed across two pink structures that looked like protruding neurons.
"Boss, these ghost things here are stronger than the ones on the door just now."
Gris frowned and nodded, his hands holding the laser rifle trembling slightly.
He suddenly thought of the battle which had taken place more than two years ago.
He had also seen this kind of thing on the controlled mining ship at that time... but the quantity was very small and did not attract much attention.
She is here?
Without hesitation, Gris activated his captain's authority and sent suggestions back to the headquarters.
"Command desk, please allow us to evacuate immediately. This may be the habitat of the Valkyrie. I have seen these things... She may be here."
A female, authoritative voice came over the intercom: "Captain Gris, don't try to give us orders."
Gris immediately said, "We can use a cutter to cut open this ship. There are no living things here. I assure you that the weak signal you detected could be a trap."
"Gris, follow the order."
"But!"
"Your order is to explore this ship and find any strange life forms that may exist."
Grace curled her lips and said, "Okay, ma'am, then please arrange more fire support for us, more accurate fire support."
"I see. Why have you become so fussy? This is not the Grace I know."
Gris smiled bitterly.
This isn't nagging; it's the intuition honed from countless life-and-death experiences.
A warrior's instinct.
He temporarily turned off the conversation with the control desk, turned his head and muttered, "Everyone slow down, we are going to explore the engine room next and restore the power supply of this spacecraft first."
"Yes, Boss."
The four accompanying team members and the one who stayed behind in the boat all showed a somewhat reassured smile.
The captain is quite reliable.
Sudden.
A dying howl echoed through Grace's headphones and the high-power speakers on the podium.
It’s the team going to the tail cabin!
In front of the screen on the command desk, most of the men and women stood up and looked at the chaotic scene on the left screen in disbelief.
They didn't see clearly at all before a crimson shock wave passed by and the bodies of two melee team members were suddenly off the ground. Under the pull of the semi-permanent simulated gravity, their limbs struggled hard. One of them had his neck visibly deformed and the other's waist began to contract violently.
The other three team members immediately fired at the periphery, but at the source of the crimson shock wave, there were only a few empty cargo boxes.
Something is hiding in the shadows.
The screams broke out again.
The neck of a melee fighter exploded, and the spurting blood caused the transparent flight suit to swell.
Another melee fighter had a broken waist and blood gushing out of his mouth. His well-developed muscles provided no protection at all.
"Retreat quickly!"
The remaining three people turned around and ran, with several flames spewing out of their flying backpacks.
But even faster than them are the cell tissues that are everywhere.
Those pink cell tissues were growing rapidly, weaving a huge grid at the tail cabin exit.
The three surviving team members were about to attack the cell grids when their bodies seemed to be hit hard from nowhere.
Their eyes were wide open, they temporarily lost the ability to think, and crashed straight into the grid.
Those cell tissues quickly differentiated into hands with a diameter of several centimeters, which tightly confined them in place through the space suits and protective light films.
No matter how hard the flying backpacks pushed, they could not break free from the restraints of these hands.
Like an insect caught in a spider's web.
And all the while, the ghost that released the crimson shockwave remained hidden in the shadows.
A similar fate befell the other two teams.
The exploration team at the front of the ghost freighter, two biochemically modified warriors and three mechanically modified warriors, have all been captured by the wildly proliferating cell tissues.
The middle section of the ghost freighter.
When Captain Gris heard the screams, he immediately ordered a retreat;
But the cell tissues attached to various parts of the hull were proliferating rapidly, and the safety gate they had passed through before had been filled with cell tissues.
Gris had previously ordered the burning of these cells, which bought them some time.
Those pink cells began to surge towards Gris and his companions.
The two melee team members kept swinging their lightsabers, while Gris and the two long-range fire mechanics opened fire at full capacity, with the light bullets making holes in the unprotected but extremely tough cell tissues.
Gris kept roaring:
"Breathe fire! Sprinkle accelerant!"
"Give us some fire support! Open the hull quickly! Are all of you outside dead?"
“Shoot! Shoot!”
Boom!
Boom!
Grace's heart suddenly contracted violently.
His roar paused and he looked up towards the tail cabin.
Behind the cell tissue covered with miniature hands, a figure seemed to be slowly approaching them.
The almost dead memory began to attack Gris.
Mining ship tragedy.
Battle of the Meteor Belt.
The scarlet shock wave, the woman who had withstood the bombardment of the gunboat's main gun and was not completely killed, and the Valkyrie who could crush the biochemical warrior's head from a distance.
"She's here..."
Gris turned around and shouted, "Prepare for explosion! Blow up the hull! Quick! Leave now!"
The cell tissue at the front safety gate shrinks naturally.
The figure in a fiery red dress and with fluttering blood-red hair entered the sight of Grace and the equipment on Grace's body.
On board the Feinan.
Yang Ming couldn't help but stand up.
His eyes were wide open, his fists were clenched, a crazy desire to fight surged in his body, but his mind was extremely clear.
A powerful Valkyrie.
Not bound by the numerical constraints of the "Abyss" game, she possesses powerful combat strength and is now a Valkyrie who has obviously completed countless evolutions!
She's right here!
She is indeed here!
Lu's projection appeared beside Yang Ming, and she felt that she should give Yang Ming some support at this moment.
"I'm afraid Captain Gris is finished," Law 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 show her iconic red light film. Her seemingly soft skin had unparalleled protective capabilities, and those light bullets did not leave any traces.
The long skirt she was wearing seemed to be a part of her body, and after being broken, it quickly multiplied and filled the gap.
Two screams were heard.
There was nothing unusual about Gris, but the four team members behind him slowly floated in the water, each covering their necks.
"stop."
The Valkyrie's voice suddenly sounded and went straight into Gris's mind.
"Negotiate, I won't kill you."
Gris opened his mouth, turned his head to look at his teammates, lowered his head and said to the communication device on his shoulder:
"She, she asked for negotiation... Let them go first! I will stop them from firing! We have fought before, Valkyrie, and I consider myself your rival. I give you the highest respect!"
As he said that, Gris threw the laser rifle in his hand to the ground.
The Valkyrie stared at Gris, as if recalling something, and then nodded slightly.
The four players fell to the ground one by one, and fear was written in their eyes, no matter they were young or old.
At this moment, Yang Ming in the Feinan suddenly became angry.
