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- This is a long and narrow space called the "Corridor".
The plaster on the walls has cracked and peeled off due to water absorption and drying year after year, revealing the rough cement wall underneath. A lot of dust has accumulated on the angle formed by the wall and the floor. There are even small plants that use this soil and the rainwater that comes in on rainy days to tenaciously stretch out their roots and add a little bit of green to the gray. asserts its own existence in the environment. []
On the side of the corridor facing the outside, there is a row of tattered wooden window frames that have been bleached grayish white by wind, rain and sunshine. The glass flew to nowhere. Looking out from the window, you can see the vast atrium.
If there had been something like a flower bed back then, the plants extending from there would probably have occupied the entire atrium now. However, the atrium, which seemed to have been used as a place for soldiers to gather and train, is still a dull gray-white color. Only a little bit of green can be seen in the corners and broken drainage pipes.
The dusk sunlight passes through the atrium and through the window frames, printing obvious light and dark areas on the floor and walls of the corridor.
The wind blew into the hallway, kicking up debris and dust on the empty floor. The broken pieces of paper on the notice board on the wall made a crackling sound.
"Click, click, click"
With the sound of wooden heels hitting the floor, a figure that was incompatible with the environment here appeared at the corner of the corridor.
Her long silver hair shimmered like metal in the dusk sunlight, and was as gorgeous and exaggerated as the costumes of a stage play. The purple dress with a lot of jewelry outlined her graceful figure, and her face was exposed. The skin on the chest, neck, arms and calves is a healthy wheat color.
Her long whip was coiled around her waist, and her tactical force guide was swinging in mid-air like a pocket watch.
Now, in her hand is a pen and the guerrilla investigation manual, on which she is carefully drawing lines. About two-thirds of the border of the "hui" character is blank.
Lined on the inner wall of the corridor, the doors that are so narrow that only one person can pass through all look the same, and even the distance between them is similar. Although the paint is peeling off and covered with rust, the solid door still stubbornly guards the secret behind.
In order to defend military fortress buildings such as barracks from invading enemies, their internal spaces and passages are deliberately made very complicated. It has been abandoned for a long time. Some passages have collapsed, and some have been eroded by monsters and plants. They are connected to other rooms and passages. The entire building is as intricate as an anthill and a hive. Even with the original map, the search will not be too difficult. Had a smooth life.
not to mention¡¡
"It's nerve-wracking"
With a soft sigh, Sherazade tapped the end of his pencil between his eyebrows. The miniature compass pointer on the cover of the Guerrilla Investigation Manual swung wildly, but the half-red and half-black magnetic needle pointed in the direction of the sun.
Although with the gradual promotion of force guides, magnet blocks are rarely installed in military buildings built in recent years because of their adverse effects on certain precision instruments. However, before the force guide revolution, magnet blocks were installed inside the building. , used to interfere with the intruder's direction determination, is one of the most basic measures.
If you can¡¯t even figure out the basic direction, the search will not proceed at all.
Although you can still rely on memory and feelings, these are too easily disturbed. The silver-haired female guerrilla was almost certain that although the building looked square on the outside, there must be some subtle deviations in the internal passages. Although it is not visible from the outside and the passages near the atrium, once deep inside, these subtle deviations accumulate, enough to make even experienced guerrillas lose their direction and eventually become trapped in the intricate maze.
While the silver-haired female guerrilla frowned and thought, the sound of wind passing through the corridor changed slightly.
Above her back, the grill on the ceiling of the corridor quietly opened, revealing numerous pipes buried between the floors for unknown purposes. Like this decadent building, the criss-crossing iron pipes have also been rusted to a great extent, and some have even corroded holes in the pipe walls as thick as the palm of your hand. A subtle voice came from an unknown distance or direction, like a whisper in the ear, instantly dispersed in the wind.
A figure wearing tights and a hood emerged from the darkness between the pipes, and then landed gracefully.
??Judging from the figure, this is a woman. She bent her knees and body as she landed, ending up in a position where she was almost lying flat on the ground. The long landing made almost no sound.
At the moment when the body shrinks to the limit, the power inside the soft body bursts out in one breath.With the sound of his voice, the woman's figure rushed towards Sherazade's back like lightning.
A dagger was exposed from the outside of her left hand. The dagger was slightly longer than the average shape, and the blade showed a fine wavy zigzag shape, stabbing silently towards the back covered by silver hair. Even under the direct sunlight at dusk, the edge of the blade was dark, without any reflection, and it carried a fishy smell in the wind but was thrown away by the woman's astonishing speed.
The dark color and fishy smell of the blade are evidence that it has been poisoned. That is the poison of Crossbell's most dangerous monster, the Widow Spider. Just a little bit can corrode the muscles, ligaments and internal organs into a light yellow turbid liquid that can be easily sucked by the spider's tube-shaped mouthparts. The severe pain and fear can deprive the target of combat effectiveness in an instant, and can kill people within a few minutes. .
However, this fatal blow had no effect. The moment the dark sharp blade came into contact with Sherazade's silver hair, a light earthy yellow light suddenly flashed. The power of earth rays arranged in a tight structure formed a shield and enveloped Sherazade's whole body, blocking the way of steel.
The guiding magic "Earth Barrier".
There was a crisp collision first, and the woman's wrist froze, feeling as if she had poked a rock. Then, the tip of the dagger slid away, and the wavy blade and the shield made a harsh friction sound, and were also blocked from Sherazade's body.
However, there was no look of panic on the woman's face. She turned her right hand out and saw an identical dagger, stabbing it in the same position as the dagger in her left hand.
It worked.
The power of earth and sun arranged in the protective shield has been loosened, and it can no longer cope with the conflict with steel. The earth-yellow light flashed, and then there was a crisp sound like broken glass. The shield was scattered into sand-like debris, and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.
It was at that moment.
Crack!
Tiny electric sparks exploded, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone. The high-voltage protective stun gun that looked like a pencil but actually came from Academy City and was modified by Shoho Shigefuku shot out from the hand of the silver-haired female guerrilla like a dart.
As if there were eyes on her back, the electric shock pen accurately hit the right wrist of the woman in black, and the blue-white electric arc immediately burned the stench of burnt protein there.
The strong electric current completely paralyzed the muscles of the woman's upper arm, and her fingers spread out weakly. Although the tip of the dagger had touched Sherazade's back, she could no longer move forward.
Although it looks gorgeous and looks like a circus girl's costume, it is still a guerrilla's overalls after all, and it should have the same protective properties. The dagger, which had lost its stamina, bounced back and fell to the ground with a crisp collision sound.
However, the woman in black did not give up. Her eyes were blood red, and she opened her hands and pounced.
However, at this time, Sherazade had turned around and pulled out her long whip, shaking out numerous whip shadows.
The next moment, the crisp sound of the whip hitting the person was like raindrops. In just a blink of an eye, the fragments of the black tights were flying in the air, exposing the fair and tight skin underneath to the air.
"Peng!"
With a muffled sound, the woman in black fell to the floor, splashing a large amount of dust, and she was unable to move for a while.
Female guerrillas don¡¯t just fight randomly. The tip of the whip, which is weighted by a small plumb bob, hits the tendons or nerve plexuses of the limbs painfully with every blow. Although the woman who was obviously under control seemed to be indifferent to the pain, the biological reaction at the bottom of the nerves was still uncontrollable. No matter how hard the center tried to order her body to stand up and attack again, the cramped muscles made her lose all opportunities.
The light coming in from the window made the light and shadow on the inner wall sway vaguely. One second there seemed to be nothing, and the next second a figure appeared from the stripes formed by the mottled light and shadow and the neat iron doors.
Light ripples bloomed on the ocean of force. The power in response suddenly materialized in this energy-rich world, and the dissipated energy blew up a whirlwind, blowing up the girl's long black hair and spreading it in the air, like the wings of a dying angel.
A flash of red flashed in her warm black pupils.
"Well!"
Although she was wearing a black hood and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, the woman in black, whose body was arched like a prawn, showed that her consciousness was pierced by ripples of the Force, was by no means that comfortable.
With almost no effort, the force ripples released by the Sith apprentice penetrated the woman's consciousness. This is the method used by the Sith to control human consciousness and awaken the most fearful memories in their hearts. lord(lo)
d) level Sith can even twist??, or even tamper with other people's memories.
However, the woman's own consciousness is under the control of another force at this moment. How could it relinquish control? As a result, sharp force ripples pierced the structure of the control technique like a spear.
It is always easier to destroy than to build. Although this technique uses the power of water rays to penetrate deep into the body and uses illusory power to construct the technique to control consciousness, its technical level is not necessarily inferior to the Force skills of the Sith. However, the force ripples gathered into a bundle were pierced. After breaking through a corner, the balance of the overall structure of energy operation also collapsed. The remaining energy was swallowed up by the force ripples and swept away by the ebbing tide. The ripples rolled up together and returned to the ocean of force, leaving no trace of dregs behind.
After about two or three breaths, the woman in black finally stopped struggling.
Sherazade approached cautiously and only felt relieved after confirming that she had indeed passed out. She took off the woman's hood and examined her carefully. She found that her pupils were able to zoom freely and her nervous system did not appear to be severely damaged.
He just clenched his teeth and the muscles on his face were twisted, as if he was having a nightmare.
She lowered her head, her lavender eyes showing admiration.
"I really didn't expect itit can be used like this, it's really worthy of it"
Seeing the "ok" gesture made by the silver-haired female guerrilla, Saten finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Force is above, does this method really work?
A wave of dizziness came over me. Saten, whose eyes were blurred, held his forehead, staggered, and almost fell down on the spot.
The arms that seemed slender but as steady as a mountain supported her. Looking back, without using the Sith talent, the Sith apprentice could clearly see worry in Mu Yu's pupils.
"I'm fine."
¡° Patting Mu Yu¡¯s wrist lightly, Saotian whispered.
Mu Yu pursed her lips.
Her slightly rapid breathing, pale face, and beads of sweat were all showing that she was by no means "okay."
Having said that, how could it be okay? !
This is already the fifth one.
Although Mu Yu, who grew up in such a barren energy environment, has no idea about the Force, this does not prevent her from having a general understanding.
As the energy level of the environment increases, the effects caused by Force techniques can also increase exponentially. However, of course, the control effort required by the same technique and the burden on the mental structure also increase exponentially. If you are not careful, the out-of-control energy will eat away the Sith apprentice's spirit and every bone. There is no residue left.
To use a simple metaphor, if the main gun of the Helvetia Army tank uses more propellant, it will naturally give the projectile higher kinetic energy. However, if it exceeds its own limit, the resulting explosion will burn all the crew members into a black thing that even their parents cannot recognize.
What's more, I heard the uncle mention that the mental injury suffered by Leizi yesterday has not yet healed.
Under such circumstances, frequently using Force skills is like touring an arsenal with a torch, as if life and death were unknown.
¡ª¡ªThat¡¯s it for now.
I don¡¯t know how many times these words rolled down her throat.
However, after all, I still couldn¡¯t say it.
The girl with messy gray hair like dry seaweed, with a small face like a plaster mask, flashed before her eyes.
She seemed to still be able to feel the gaze of those emotionless green-gold eyes. She seemed to still be able to feel the force of those cold little hands pulling on her clothes. Even the subtle breathing sound and the slight trembling of the little body are clearly clear in the memory.
"continue."
Zuotian took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and spoke in a voice as dry as broken clay.
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ps: Houhou, I¡¯m back. Yeah, I really came back with a full load, including 27 large and small ship models, military plaques, cultural shirts, posters, and official novels totaling 6.6kg. The unofficial ship model is more detailed than the official one, but it is also much more expensive. It cost me more than a month's salary in total. Hehe, I will go to IKEA another day and buy a display cabinet.
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