Volume 8: A Trip to the Sick Village Chapter 378 Old Friend
The strength and toughness of these spider silks were far beyond their imagination. Ivan even put the muzzle of his gun against them and fired, but he still couldn't cut the silk threads.
You have to know that the Gauss rifles in their hands are special models for power armor, and the 8mm caliber C-14 "rock-piercing" electromagnetic bullets can easily penetrate 25mm thick solid carbide armor and 1.6 meters thick concrete bunkers. But these silk threads, which were still liquid a second ago, easily dissolved the terrifying kinetic energy attached to the bullets.
"It's over!" Layton subconsciously raised his hands to protect his head, but he found that he had lost control of his body. More and more spider silk stuck to his body, even the tiny gaps in his joints were filled. After the liquid condensed, it got stuck directly inside the transmission device, making every movable joint of the entire armor become extremely stiff.
If the "strong glue" that has invaded the mechanical structure is not cleaned up in time, it will cause great wear and tear on the mechanical parts inside the armor, and may even completely destroy the power armor. However, the two of them simply do not have the time to clean it up.
The monster used thousands of "spider silks" to drag the two men in front of it, and slapped them down with its two huge hands. Layton only felt his vision vibrate extremely violently, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken apart. Unbearable pain came from all parts of his body.
This was all thanks to the protection of the rigid frame inside the armor, otherwise, he would have turned into a pool of unrecognizable meat paste like the miners who had just been hit by the monster.
"Hiss... It hurts... Voice... Voice command... 714, inject painkiller." Leighton said with gritted teeth.
"Beep, voice command 714, confirmed." An electronic synthesized sound rang out inside the helmet, and a hidden groove on the inside of the arm armor slid open silently, inserting a needle into Layton's arm.
"Huh..." The pain gradually subsided, and Layton finally had time to ask about Ivan's condition, "Hey... Old Ivan? Are you still alive?"
"...still...still alive." Ivan's voice came from the headset, which made Layton breathe a sigh of relief, "But these things have blocked the monitor and the transparent mask on the helmet. I can't see anything."
"Don't move yet." Layton panted, "This monster seems to think we are dead and has stopped attacking."
"But it didn't leave. The heartbeat monitor showed it was standing right in front of us."
"Can the heartbeat detector detect this monster?"
"Yes...it has six hearts, and the beating frequency of each heart is more than four times the upper limit of the normal human heart rate." Ivan said.
"I have a way to get out of this predicament, but I can't guarantee that it will work," said Layton.
"What is the solution?"
"Use fire! I feel this stuff is similar to spider silk. The toughness of spider silk is actually very exaggerated. When I was researching bulletproof materials, I even asked someone to go to the insect breeding base to get a lot of real spider silk... But this stuff has a very obvious weakness, which is that it is afraid of fire. "
"The main component of spider silk is protein, which will indeed denature quickly under high temperatures and then decompose... The substance that makes up these silk threads is the secretion of the monster, which should also be a protein in essence... This method is worth a try!" Ivan affirmed.
"Then when I count to three, two, one, we will open the compressed air valve to the maximum, jump to the middle together, and then turn the thruster nozzles to the front and burn all the spider silk on each other's bodies!"
"clear!"
"Three, two, one, up!"
Along with Layton's roar, two power armors lying in the shallow pit flew up at the same time - the spider silk was stuck to their front, and the backpacks behind them were not affected too much, and the compressed air nozzles and thruster nozzles were not blocked.
"I got you!" Leighton shouted, his hands already grasping Ivan's shoulders, while Ivan clamped his elbows tightly with his arms.
The two power armors were "locked" together face to face.
"ignition!"
Along with Layton's roar, eight thruster nozzles simultaneously spewed out blue-green flames. The two armors seemed to be bathed in the flames, and huge repulsive force continued to come from the backpacks.
"Hold on tight, don't let go!"
The flames continued to lick the surface of the two armors. The solidified colloid and the trailing spider silk were soon burned out, and the two men finally broke free from their restraints.
"Turn the nozzle, watch your step!" As soon as the spider silk finished burning, the two of them quickly rushed to a high place, just in time to avoid the liquid that was sprayed out again by the monster below.
"No matter what, let's get rid of this monster first!" Layton said, and the cover of the missile launch nest on his shoulder popped out. Dozens of micro missiles shot down with white trails. The fire and smoke produced by a series of explosions directly enveloped the monster.
"Keep up the suppressive fire, these missiles can't kill it!" Layton raised his arms again, and the machine gun hidden under the wrist armor began to pour ammunition towards the smoke that had not yet dissipated, and countless bullet casings flew everywhere.
"I think we have to find a way to contact the Greece." Ivan said while firing his Gauss rifle . His armor was not as well equipped with weapons as Layton's. This 8mm caliber Gauss rifle was already the most powerful weapon on him.
"But this damn interference has never weakened! Damn it!" Layton threw away the two red-hot gun barrels and dragged out a rocket launcher from the equipment box behind him.
"The situation here is no longer under the control of the two of us... The monster's heartbeat has not stopped, and we can't kill it with such fierce firepower. We must request external reinforcements!" Ivan said.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'll hold this monster back, and you take the opportunity to rush out of the space station. I think the interference should come from the space station itself. Once you're outside, you should be able to contact the Greek!"
"That won't do. I should be the one to contain them. My equipment and firepower are much stronger than yours!" Layton retorted.
"What's the use of having strong firepower? You still can't kill it. Besides, the high-power communication equipment is also installed on your armor. If you don't go, who else can go?"
"Damn it, I forgot about this--" Layton couldn't help but curse, "Then be careful, don't die!"
"Sukabulie! Don't set a flag for me, you bastard. Ke Lan is right. You are such a bad mouth!"
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At this time, on the other side of the residential area, Asano Akira, who followed the footsteps of Ke Lan and the servant of God all the way here, stopped at a fork in the road.
Although he had extremely powerful hearing and could identify the direction of Ke Lan and others' footsteps, the current distance was already his limit. If he went any further, he would be completely blind.
Just as Asano Akira was thinking about which path to choose, a familiar voice suddenly sounded above his head: "You are not one of us yet. This is not the place for you to come."
The person who spoke was a man in a gray cloak. He was sitting at the highest point of a scaffold on one side with his legs crossed, holding a half-eaten piece of protein in his hand. His entire face was completely in the shadow of the hood, making it difficult to see his appearance.
Of course, even if he took off his hood, Asano Akira wouldn't be able to see his face.
But after hearing this voice, Asano Akira's body shuddered, and he subconsciously clenched the "guide stick" in his hand. He took a deep breath and asked, "... Marshall?"
"Marshall? Are you calling me?" The man was slightly stunned, then took another bite of the protein cube in his hand and swallowed it without chewing. "Oh... I haven't used this name for so long that I almost forgot it... It's only been a few months, but I feel like more than ten years have passed."
He seemed to be talking to himself, but also to Asano Akira.
"I'm Asano Akira, do you remember me?"
"You are... Asano Akira? Asano... Akira? Who is that?" The man called Marshall stretched out a hand, lifted the edge of his hood slightly, and looked at Asano Akira standing below. "Oh... I kind of remember... You are the short guy who was often bullied in that place? I didn't expect you to be still alive."
He stuffed the last half piece of protein in his hand into his mouth.
"It's good. Being alive is a good thing... There is nothing more joyful in the world than being alive."
He jumped down from the scaffolding and stood right in front of Asano Akira. The microgravity environment did not seem to have any effect on him. Not only did his falling speed not slow down, even the corners of his cloak did not float up, but hung neatly at his feet.
Although Asano Akira couldn't see it, he could feel that there seemed to be something covering Marshall, completely isolating him from the surrounding space.
"Although I'm glad you're still alive, I still can't let it go." Marshall said, "Maybe you shouldn't have come to this place."
Marshall paused and continued, "I can smell that you don't have that rotten smell... You even have your knife with you... So, what is your purpose in coming here?"
