Those biological weapons did not chase into the fog.
"Shout …" valentina just breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt the hairs stand on his back-even in the constant temperature cockpit filling liquid, she felt a biting chill climbing from the toe to the neck bit by bit.
According to the original plan, the team will gather in a small range after retreating into the dense fog-they will not be far away from the wreckage of the warship, but will wait until the dense fog devours the wreckage of the warship and continue to search for the warship after the biological weapons retreat …
It stands to reason that Kelan and others should wait for themselves behind.
But the problem is … through the blasphemer mecha external sensor to capture the picture around the body except opaque gray fog.
"Ke … Koran? Zeluo? Dr. Ivan? " Valentina tried to shout, but the alto roots in the fog couldn’t get far … I’m afraid she would have to stick her ear to the blasphemer’s mecha shell to be heard.
No one responded to the silence around her, which made people wonder if they were deaf …
Strong anxiety gripped valentina’s heart. She tried to breathe heavily, but there was thick cockpit filling liquid in her nose and mouth.
She tried to fuck the blasphemer’s mecha to slowly explore the center of the body’s standing position-if Koran didn’t move greatly after they retreated into the fog, the length of the blasphemer’s arm should be able to "embrace" them all.
The blasphemer’s arm paddling in the dense fog is like stirring a bucket of thick gray asphalt … However, the blasphemer’s arms didn’t touch anything, and he felt that the whole body stretched out its arms and turned around in place.
Don’t … They have left this place?
Valentina felt her heart beating wildly. She consciously wanted to pull and fix the safety rope of the body, only to find that the rope was left with the rope head lock hanging on the pull ring surface and the rope body had disappeared at this time.
From the broken marks near the rope head, it can be seen that the rope seems to be cut off by the claws of those biological weapons … But during the whole battle, valentina clearly remembers that there was no monster crossing the side of the blasphemer mecha, even if there was one, it was also outside the melee attack radius of the blasphemer mecha.
And if you want to cut off the rope, you must not only go around the back of the blasphemer’s mecha, but also shorten the distance to five meters so that those biological weapon claws can come into contact with the rope-but the problem is that its head has been cut by a heavy armor-piercing sword before this.
"What, what, the rope will break …" valentina tried to recall the details of every scene that just happened, but the more she recalled the memory, the more chaotic it became. The same picture turned out to be three completely different ghosts in front of her eyes.
"How did that happen? ！”
Valentina fidgety to swing a fist and her performance blasphemer mecha after this one punch is directly on the ground to hit a pit more than one meter deep.
I can’t … I have to … I have to calm down …
Major Chi once taught me … The more dangerous it is, the more you need to calm down …
Sometimes keeping calm is the most important quality of an ace pilot …
Even if your driving gear will crash in one second …
Valentina wants to think about the corresponding countermeasures, but the more she thinks about it, the more white her head is, and the blasphemer mecha has made a very humanized look around.
"Chapter 9, Section 11, Warfare Code: The loss of friendly forces … you should first ensure your own strength to confirm that there is no direct threat around you … and look for the nearest scheduled knot place or friendly base … no, no, these things can’t be sent! ！”
Valentina suddenly misses the feeling when she and Kelan are conscious at the same time-Kelan will help her collect all the battle data and make all the tactical plans. She doesn’t need to think about what she doesn’t want to think or what to do. She needs to follow Kelan’s orders to complete what belongs to her …
She should be a knife, a knife that needs self-awareness when being shaken.
When the grip of the knife is loose, the knife will no longer move and should not move.
Maybe the fate of the knife should lie quietly or stay in the sheath until someone pulls himself out again … or corrode and turn it into ashes.
"No … I’m not a knife, I’m not a weapon …" valentina flashed a scene in front of her eyes, and she will never forget the picture of herself lying on the cold metal floor of a warship, with a face of blaming Kelan for bending over and reaching out to herself.
"He said … I want to live by myself." valentina seemed to be injected with a shot of cardiotonic, and her lungs dilated violently. A large amount of filling fluid was inhaled into her respiratory tract and then pumped out forcefully.
"Let him have not given up on me … I can’t give up on myself …"
"You have to … find a way to save yourself …"
Valentina decided to remove the connection mode between himself and the blasphemer and dragged out the emergency toolbox stuffed in the fleshy driver’s seat.
Wear protective masks and protective masks when boxing, and wear all kinds of equipment, guns and chambers.