Volume 8: A Trip to the Sick Village Chapter 399: Complete Restraint
"Sure enough, this guy has similar abilities to me." Marshall said solemnly. From the residual consciousness attached to those black spikes, it can be known that the puppet's body definitely possesses a strength far beyond the "perfect individual" - the so-called "perfect individual", that is only for humans, experimental subjects like Marshall, are already like the ceiling ... But for the creations of the Alpha civilization, the upper limit is far more than that.
"Long-range attacks are ineffective against it... at least the weapons we have are like that." Marshall said to Ke Lan, "We can only fight at close range. The effective range of my ability is fifteen meters. I need you and that little girl to help me contain this ugly thing."
"If you get close to it, you will die." The person who spoke was Ze Luo. From the moment she entered the bridge, her eyes had never left the puppet entity.
"Are you so sure? We have to give it a try, right?" Marshall grinned. "If I'm not mistaken, the interception range of the rifle grenade is five meters. That means I can attack it before its absolute control area covers me."
"No, not five meters, fifty meters." Ze Luo finally turned his head and glanced at Marshall , "If you just walk another eleven meters forward, you will become the same as that grenade."
"Fifty meters? How did you know?" Marshall was shocked and subconsciously took a step back.
Ze Luo did not answer his question, but walked behind Ke Lan and Marshall and put his hands on their backs.
At this moment, Ke Lan and Marshall's vision changed dramatically. The entire interior of the bridge turned pure white. Only the puppet individuals in the distance were black, like a large ball of ink spreading on white paper.
Countless black tentacles stretched out from its body, covering every corner within a radius of fifty meters, just like ink spreading along the fibers of paper - these things were invisible to the naked eye. If Ke Lan and Marshall rashly entered the area of these black tentacles, they would be captured by them in an instant.
"Turns out it's a trap." Marshall frowned, and the fingers of his right hand trembled slightly a few times. Then he condensed a conical drill ten meters in front of him, and then controlled the drill, which was materialized by his mental power, and slowly pushed it forward.
He originally wanted to condense the drill at the maximum distance, but he found that the unmaterialized mental power dissipated directly after entering that area - the "suppressive force" he felt on Ze Luo not long ago actually appeared again on this puppet individual.
Eleven meters ahead is the territory of the puppet individual, and Marshall's attack range is fifteen meters. There is four meters of overlapping space between the two. Although Marshall cannot attack the body of the puppet individual, he can still fight with those black tentacles.
As soon as the conical drill entered the range of fifty meters, the black tentacles immediately surged up, lashing at it like whips. At this moment, Marshall had an idea and immediately made the invisible drill rotate at high speed.
The black tentacles that came into contact with the drill were instantly crushed to pieces. This scene made Marshall's frown relax a little - these tentacles were not as strong as he had imagined, at least in terms of the concentration of his mental power, they were far inferior to his drill.
"They're not very strong... these tentacles... If I materialize my mental power and protect my entire body, I should be able to get through this middle zone." Marshall said to himself.
"These tentacles are not used for attack." However, Ze Luo's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, "These tentacles are just a means of exploration."
"What about its means of attack?" Marshall had just finished speaking when a shrill scream rang out deep in his mind. He shuddered all over, and the extremely solid mental power drill collapsed in an instant.
"Fuck! My head feels like it's going to explode!" Marshall immediately covered his head and squatted down, "I...I need to find something to plug my ears."
"It's no use plugging your ears." Ke Lan, who had been observing the puppets, shook his head. "You covered your ears just now, but did the wailing of the undead decrease at all?"
“…”
“These sounds are not heard with your ears, but directly invade the depths of your mind. All you can do is get used to them.”
"But that scream just now was too... too fucking sharp, as if a needle was piercing my brain..." Marshall said this, and he seemed to feel something sticky and hot flowing down the sides of his philtrum. He reached out and wiped it, and there was a large dark red mark on the back of his hand.
"This... this doesn't seem to be a purely mental attack." Marshall raised his eyes and glanced at Ke Lan, "Why don't you have a nosebleed?"
"This is a pure mental attack." Ke Lan took a deep breath and said to him, "Didn't you say that without the protection of your mind power, your brain would have exploded long ago?"
"Uh...hiss——" Marshall was stunned at first, then he took a deep breath.
The scream that just sounded from deep in his mind not only destroyed his mental drill, but also caused a crack in his self-defense. It was because of this that blood was overflowing from his nasal cavity.
This trauma was not caused by the puppet individual, but by his own willpower.
That scream was like tearing off the bandage he had used to cover his wound.
"That ugly thing seems to have completely restrained me..." Marshall gritted his teeth and shook his head, "Let alone rushing over to fight it in close combat. If this kind of scream happens a few more times, I'm afraid my head will really explode."
Hearing what Marshall said, Ke Lan couldn't help but imagine the death of the substitute of the heretic leader...his head exploded from the inside out. Just imagining that scene was scary enough.
"Or you can go back to the hangar first and leave this to me and Ze Luo." Ke Lan said.
He was somewhat puzzled as to why the puppet had not launched an active attack. Even the scream just now was based on passive defense. What was it waiting for? Or... was there any limitation in its attack methods?
"What a joke! I'm already this far, I'm not going back." Marshall wiped the blood from his nose in a few seconds. "If I go back, won't that dwarf Asano Akira laugh at me?"
"He won't laugh at you, and neither will we," Ke Lan said.
"Stop talking. I only have a few days left to live anyway. Instead of waiting to die like a coward, I might as well have a good fight." Marshall raised his head and suddenly laughed. "When I escaped from the Ark, I thought the end of my life was to die in the wilderness. Later, I thought the end was to suffocate in those flesh cocoons. Later, I thought I would finish my last journey in that stinking space station... But now it seems that this is my real destination."
"You can compile this passage into a poem and name it "The End."" In this atmosphere, Ke Lan suddenly told a joke that made no sense.
"Okay, please help me publish it after we return to the Ark." Marshall said with a smile, "By the way, if I really die here, if there is still a body left , don't bring it back to the ground or to the space station, just throw it directly into space."
After saying that, Marshall took a step forward and pulled the trigger.
Bullets poured out from the muzzle, but not a single one could reach within five meters of the puppet. However, Marshall seemed not to care at all. He pulled out the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.
He was still moving forward, and at this moment, he was less than three meters away from the area covered with black tentacles.
