Just when he felt shuddering, the scene around him changed unexpectedly.
All the digital world turned into crystal clear fragments, spinning rapidly around the battleship. As they rotated, they gathered together. Seventy or eighty fragments were combined together and turned into radiant flying objects. insect.
Like a colorful butterfly.
These digital butterflies dance wildly in the void, sometimes forming a uniform formation, and sometimes flying in twos and threes in an "8" shape, turning the battleship command cabin into a bizarre world.
This scene seemed to have some kind of weird anesthesia, and everyone was deeply intoxicated, with a very confused expression on their faces.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao!"
Li Sanhao thought he could control his throat, but when his consciousness gave instructions to his vocal cords and throat muscles, it was much more difficult for him to complete such a simple action than he imagined. His lips only trembled slightly. After a moment, not even a word was uttered.
Not to mention calling Qiaoqiao who was so close, even breathing in pain became more difficult than climbing to the sky.
Just then, the butterfly flew down.
These digital butterflies danced and flew to the heads of the crew.
Almost every crew member had seven or eight digital butterflies landing on their head.
The dull eyes of the crew were completely attracted by the light of the butterfly. Wherever the butterfly flew, their eyes would turn to that place, as if they were slaves to the butterfly.
Then, the butterfly changed.
The seven or eight butterflies on each crew member's head slowly pieced together and turned into fragments again. After the fragments merged, they turned into giant scorpions.
Although it is an ugly scorpion, under the faint light, it does not look particularly disgusting. Instead, it is filled with a strange sacredness.
¡°Each scorpion has a thick tail standing up from the back of its butt, and at the tip of the tail is a sharp hollow needle.
Under the translucent scorpion carapace, there is a series of green numbers flowing.
A big scorpion like this also landed on Li Sanhao¡¯s head.
He should have swept the monster off his head immediately, but when he was about to start taking action, a charming voice involuntarily rose in the depths of his mind. The voice was like his mother's murmur in childhood, Let him never resist, and as long as he obeys, he can go to a beautiful new world without sorrow and disputes.
The scorpion started to move.
Quietly, the scorpions above the heads of some crew members swung their long tails, and suddenly pierced the back of the crew members' heads with their sharp hollow needles!
The numbers on the scorpion suddenly changed from green to red.
There were smiles of satisfaction on the faces of the crew members, as if they had fallen into a dream from which they could never wake up.
This process lasted about a full minute.
The bodies of the crew members began to twitch involuntarily, and their eyes gradually turned white, and the expressions on their faces became more and more cold and dull, until in the end they turned into dead corpses.
It¡¯s as if all their anger has been absorbed by these digital scorpions.
A minute later, all the crew members fell down.
They have turned into cold corpses.
And after those digital scorpions absorbed their souls, they split into seven or eight butterflies, dancing gracefully and flying into the void!