Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 449: Human Face
No one knows whether this "human" is another monster parasitic in the body of the "centipede" or an organ of the "centipede". "It" is seen holding the hot saber tightly. Although its hands have been carbonized and although it keeps emitting intermittent screams from its mouth, it has no intention of letting go. Instead, it stretches out its entire body and holds the blade in its arms!
Then, an even more terrifying scene appeared: those human faces with "centipede" abdomens struggled to get out one after another - they didn't have just a face, but behind this face, there was a complete head and upper body!
These "organs" with human appearance climbed onto the body of the mecha. More than a dozen arms grabbed the blades that were thousands of degrees Celsius, and more arms reached out to the cockpit of the mecha.
They seemed to have "intelligence". They knew that the saber was the biggest threat to the main body, and they also knew that the pilot who controlled the machine was sitting in the cockpit below the chest.
"Get out of my way!" the pilot screamed and shook the body of the mecha hard, but the power of these things was surprisingly great. They tightly grasped anything on the surface of the mecha that they could cling to, and desperately used their fingers to dig into the gaps between the armor.
The layer of "amniotic fluid" covering their bodies was also extremely corrosive. After coming into contact with the outer armor of the aircraft, a large number of bubbles and white smoke were quickly produced. Several metal dust screens bolted to the heat dissipation ports were dissolved in an instant, leaving many scratches of varying depths on the surface of the aircraft.
The situation would only get worse if they continued to struggle, so the pilot in the cockpit had to give up the attack and raised his left arm, intending to use the grappling hook to pull himself out of the predicament.
However, before the grappling hook could be launched, a thin human body fell on the grappling hook launcher and blocked the muzzle of the launcher with his chest.
“Damn it!”
The pilot cursed inwardly and quickly reached out to the control panel on the right, intending to adjust the grappling hook's firing force and trigger threshold - as long as this parameter was raised, the grappling hook would directly penetrate the human body without fixing the barb in its body.
However, just as his finger touched the touch screen, another body pounced on him... two, three , four... They seemed to have seen through the pilot's thoughts and piled up on the launching port of the grappling hook layer by layer!
Now, even if the launch force is adjusted to the maximum, the hook line cannot penetrate so many human bodies...
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
The pilot cursed and punched the touch screen.
"We must find a way to escape...weapons...are there any other weapons we can use?"
He took two deep breaths and quickly scanned several heads-up display screens - the movement of his left and right arms was restricted, the rocket launcher mounted on his shoulder was empty, the angle of the two 40mm cannons on his back was limited, the ammunition of the Vulcan cannon on his head was exhausted... even the energy of the thermal saber was about to run out.
"We're out of ammunition and food..." the pilot muttered to himself, gritting his teeth, "But the movements of my legs don't seem to be restricted too much..."
He hardened his heart and pushed the joystick all the way to the bottom - the legs of the mecha quickly lifted up, and the thrusters installed on both sides of the calves began to spray at maximum power!
This force carried the machine away from the monster, and the arms that were clinging to the machine were torn off one after another... But just when the pilot thought he had finally escaped, with a loud "bang", the monitor screen in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a stream of scorching hot air poured directly into the cockpit.
The cockpit hatch, along with the external equipment embedded in it, was actually removed by these things with brute force! The corrosive mucus dripping from them seeped into the gaps in the outer armor, dissolving the lock of the hatch, and the entire hatch was already shaky... and the force generated by the body's backward acceleration became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Shit!"
The pilot's first reaction was to reach out and grab the gun hidden under the cockpit, but he was still a beat too slow. A body with the characteristics of a young woman came in the moment the hatch was torn off. Its slender ten fingers directly pierced the pilot's collarbone, grabbed the pilot's shoulders, and dragged him out of the cockpit!
The out-of-control aircraft fell from mid-air, hit the broken section of the wall, and rolled into a deep pit.
The female body quickly retracted into the "centipede", along with the pilot caught by it.
"Fred is dead! Damn it! He's dead!" Seeing Fred's number on the wristwatch terminal turn red, the officer couldn't help but curse, "This damn monster! Damn it! Damn it!!"
Fred was the ace pilot who had just piloted the humanoid mecha. He had only been in service for two years, but he had already been promoted to the rank of captain. After completing this mission, with his accumulated military merits, he would definitely be promoted to colonel, and then he would be transferred to a mecha unit or a mechanized mixed unit to serve as a commander...
He should have had a bright future, but now he is buried in pitch-black darkness.
"Sir... Captain Fred... he seems... not dead yet..." The soldier seemed to have seen something and pulled the officer's sleeve hard.
"What are you talking about? The electrocardiogram is a straight line... Is it possible that he can still crawl out of the monster's belly?!"
"He's dead... but it seems... not completely dead..."
The officer looked in the direction of the soldier's finger, and saw a brand new face "squeezing" out between the face of an old man with closed eyes and a damaged face with only the chin left. It was Fred's face!
On his cheek, there were even red marks left by the lining of the helmet...
" So... so that's how the faces on this thing came from..." the officer muttered, "So these thousands of faces... are thousands of people?"
After "swallowing" Fred, the soldiers skewered on the warts were dragged into the hole one after another - as if the hole was not a wound cut by a saber, but a mouth on the monster.
The faces of the soldiers who were "eaten" soon appeared in the monster's belly.
At this moment, the officer suddenly stuffed an assault rifle into the soldier's arms, and then took out several magazines filled with "active ammunition" and stuffed them into his arms: "Alan! I'm giving you an urgent task now! This is the key to the No. 2 armored vehicle. After you go down, ignore those seeds of erosion, drive directly into the mining area, and tell the commander and Team Leader Breya what happened here. The rest of us and I will do our best to help you hold back this big guy... Tell them not to return the same way! Even if you can't find them, you must leave a mark in a conspicuous place for them to see!"
