Volume 8: A Trip to the Sick Village Chapter 363: The Armored Servant of God
The weapons of landing craft No. 3 have been aimed at the tentacle group that is floating in this direction. From the monitoring screen of the Greece, it can also be seen that these five tentacle groups have been framed by red circles symbolizing "locked". Although their flying speed is constantly increasing, the reaction speed of the fire control system is faster than them.
"Fire!"
The moment the five tentacles entered the effective range, the captain gave the order to fire, and the four 25mm machine guns started firing simultaneously. The machine guns' ammunition belts were loaded with tracer bullets every four rounds, and these tracer bullets drew dazzling streams of light , heading straight for the tentacle group.
"Hits! Hits! All hits!"
The tentacle clusters did not seem to have any intention of avoiding the machine gun fire. In the first round of concentrated fire, all five tentacle clusters were hit. Under the tearing of the huge kinetic energy carried by the warheads, these tentacle clusters that looked like flower clusters suddenly scattered.
"Successful?" A bad premonition suddenly flashed through the captain's mind - at this moment, these separated tentacles actually accelerated again, spraying a large number of spores while rushing towards the landing craft and the Greek airship!
"The target is split! The number of observable targets is eighty-seven... no, eighty-nine... the number of targets is still rising! One hundred and six... one hundred and thirteen..." the gunner in charge of operating the landing craft's fire control system shouted, "We can't lock on to them! Our firepower network can no longer stop them!"
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Inside the "Sick Village" space station, Area B.
Ke Lan wanted to ask the woman something, but a sharp and piercing noise suddenly came from the loudspeaker installed high up on the scaffolding, followed by an obscure speech.
Ke Lan distinguished it carefully and found that it seemed to be a prayer composed of multiple languages. Its main content was praising the "great god" believed in by the heretic sect. Ke Lan had seen similar prayers on stone tablets discovered in many ruins, but the original texts written in the Alpha language were difficult to be accurately translated into words that humans could understand. Even if it was just a free translation, there would be many places where the words did not express the meaning or even the interpretations were very different.
This is especially true of the prayer recited on the radio. Not only is the level of word choice and sentence structure extremely poor, but there are also many contradictions in the content. As for grammatical errors - sorry, perhaps it is not appropriate to judge the grammatical issues in a piece like this one that is made up of seven or eight different languages.
It might sound a bit pretentious to people who don't know the truth, but to Ke Lan, besides being funny, the only thing left is probably the empathetic embarrassment that's enough to make a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment out of the ground with one's toes.
But the woman's expression suddenly changed, and she subconsciously tried to break free from Ke Lan's hand on the back of her neck.
"What's wrong?" Ke Lan asked in some confusion - not only this woman, but everyone else also felt as if they were facing a great enemy after hearing the broadcast. They all climbed out of the bed, lowered their heads, and pressed their heads tightly against the shelf.
Only the miners who arrived at the space station with Ke Lan and the others were still looking around in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
"Let me go back quickly! Otherwise, if the Lord 'Servant of God' sees you, you will be doomed!" the woman said anxiously.
"'Servant of God'? Is he someone of a higher rank than 'priest'?" Ke Lan let go of the woman and asked.
"He is a person who directly serves the great gods. He would never come to residential areas on weekdays..." The woman's body was trembling slightly, as if out of fear. "You'd better pray that he doesn't choose you."
After she finished speaking, she quickly climbed back to the upper bunk and knelt on it like everyone else.
Someone who directly serves the Great God? Doesn't live in the residential area on weekdays? Ke Lan couldn't help but take a deep breath. Could it be that this "servant of God" lives with the creature called "Great God" by the local residents?
So, the "great god" they believe in can communicate with humans? Or to put it another way, this "great god" is the real ruler of this space station?
The so-called "servants of God", "priests" and those "second-generation people" are its direct subordinates. As for the residents of the "sick village", they should be its "people".
No, not just the “people”... these people at the bottom of the society may also be its “reserve food”.
Just as Ke Lan was thinking this, the "servant of God" mentioned by the woman had entered the residential area with several followers wearing black cloaks.
What surprised Ke Lan was that the leading "servant of God" was wearing an old-fashioned power armor. If Ke Lan was not mistaken, this should be a "Copper Hammer VI" that had been discontinued forty years ago. The paint on the outer layer of the armor had completely peeled off, and every movement of the wearer would cause the rusty joints to make a teeth-grinding friction sound - it was a miracle that this power armor could move.
Of course, the second possibility cannot be ruled out - the engine of this power armor has long been scrapped, and this huge lump of iron weighing nearly one ton is completely supported by the person wearing the armor.
Ke Lan noticed that many places on the surface of the power armor were covered with fungi that looked like rotten meat. Under the erosion of these fungi, this power armor looked like a sunken ship that had been soaked in the sea for many years and had just been fished out. Especially at the joints such as the collar, wrists and waist axis, the outside of these fungi even grew a stratum corneum like a shell, which was very similar to the barnacles attached to the bottom of the ship, which made people's scalps numb at the sight of them.
Ke Lan even suspected that these fungi grew from the person inside the armor... or rather, the "creature" inside the armor.
