Chapter 921 Fax

Wave!

A layer of brilliance like a water curtain descended from the sky, just covering the entire mountain peak.

On the periphery, no matter how hard Heinz shot, he still couldn't break through this flexible film.

"Is this the power of absolute protection?"

He stopped his hands dejectedly: "At this time, I have already used 20% of my peak strength, and I still can't break through... Damn... If I have half of my strength, this mere layer of water curtain..."

Derivatives can bend the rules, and only the power of the avenue can break them.

Fang Yuan touched the red lizard in his hand, but remained silent.

If he shot with all his strength, this absolute protection was just a joke.

However, there are too many variables in this operation, of course he will not reveal the strength of his deity so early.

"Now, we can only look forward to the Lord of Nothingness and Arthur!"

Fang Yuan sighed and waited quietly.

...

Underground, inside the primary color headquarters.

In the prison area, more and more members of the Seven-Color Sacred Code arrived, fighting bloody battles with their colleagues.

Arthur, on the other hand, walked around like an emperor patrolling his territory, but everyone who saw him immediately rebelled and attacked his former colleagues like crazy.

"Damn it!"

"Wesley...it's me!"

"don't want!"

...

The same members of the Seven-Color Codex on both sides continued to fight, and various sounds of collapse continued to come out.

"Stand back, all fighters, leave this to me!"

At this moment, a warrior in black leather appeared leading a group of fighters in purple.

"Terminator 3, spiritual resister?"

Arthur seemed to know the information about the Terminator opposite, and smiled.

"boom!"

The black Terminator's face was as cold as ice, and he shot him in the head.

"That's it...it's over?"

"As expected of Lord Mind Resistor, it is said that he has a derivative that protects the mind, which can resist all mental influences!"

The remaining combat members cheered together.

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded.

"How dare you...injure such a beautiful face of mine...you are doomed!"

Arthur's headless corpse stood, a tumor growing from its neck, framing the outlines of the features.

"While now, all troops below purple, evacuate immediately!"

The spiritual resister still had no expression on his face: "I would like to add to the information that the target has the characteristic of quick resurrection... put on the quick-freezing and flame equipment immediately!"

Primitive Color has accumulated rich experience in dealing with various monsters.

The best way to deal with this rapid recovery feature is to burn it all with a fire, or directly freeze it with liquid nitrogen.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was wrong with the eyes of his subordinates.

'Being able to exert influence under the protection of my mind, that is the strength of the derivative characteristic of the top ten in the sequence! '

"Don't look at the other side, and call for reinforcements immediately!"

The soul resister shuddered and roared loudly.

...

Inside a secret room.

A Terminator looked at his wrist, expressionless.

There, there was a blue bracelet, emitting a shining light.

This is the derivative of Sequence 9 - Absolute Shelter, which can create a huge protective shield, powerful enough to deal with any attack.

Of course, to do this, there is also a price.

At this moment, one of the Terminator's arms was dry and emaciated, as if it had turned into a mummy.

Suddenly, the strictly encrypted mechanical door was opened from the outside, and a black-clothed Terminator walked in.

"Number 5, you shouldn't be here!"

The Terminator wearing Absolute Asylum was a little puzzled, but immediately became vigilant.

"Number 4, you have the characteristic of quick recovery. Even if your heart is dug out, you won't die. The leader also took a fancy to you, so he asked you to open the absolute protection... Ordinary people may not die the moment they get it. All the vitality will be sucked away, turning into a mummy."

Terminator No. 5 walked in slowly: "Even if it's you, it's painful to do this, right? Why... continue to work for the original color?"

"No. 5, you betrayed!"

Terminator No. 4 remained expressionless, and magically pulled out a silver-white firearm with his left hand, and tapped the trigger without hesitation.

Whoosh!

Shrapnel fell on the wall, sending a cloud of sparks.

What was hit just now turned out to be just an afterimage.

"I don't need to be faster than a bullet, I just need to be faster than your hand! And... Number 4, the pain has slowed your hand speed!"

The figure of No. 5 emerged, as if drilled out of the void, and rushed towards No. 4 unceremoniously.

‘Countermeasures activated! '

Suddenly, a mechanical voice sounded.

From around the No. 4 chair, gun barrels emerged one by one, spitting out flames towards No. 5.

Peng!

No. 5's body exploded, blood and flesh flew across the body, and fell on No. 4's body.

"Our every move is under the surveillance of the leader, not to mention, do you think... you can break through the entire base?"

With a calm face, No. 4 spit out words.

"No! I just need to break through this layer of defense, that's enough!"

The cold and evil voice finally moved No. 4.

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the flesh and blood on his body. At this moment, the flesh and blood seemed to have a life of their own, dancing their tentacles.

The tough red ribbon has a strong binding force, and it directly tied No. 4 to the chair, and a large number of granules touched the blue bracelet.

"The characteristics of absolute protection will not be lost due to being robbed. The only way to stop it is to make you, the price provider, disappear..."

From the lump of flesh and blood, came a thin voice: "Your body, and your ability, I will accept it!"

"What's the meaning?"

Number 4 was stunned, and immediately, his face was covered by a large number of granulation tentacles, which penetrated deep into the seven orifices.

His whole body was twitching, and he stopped suddenly. The shape of his face had changed greatly, and his eyes were filled with madness: "Absolute protection... stop!"

...

on the mountain peak.

With a slight shock, the water film covering the mountain completely disappeared.

"It's the Lord of Nothingness, he's done it! I'm waiting!"

Heinz roared excitedly, turning into a black giant, but one arm kept getting bigger and thicker, completely out of proportion to his body.

In the end, a fist the size of a truck came crashing down.

boom!

The mountain peak half collapsed, smoke and dust flew up, and a big hole was broken in the metal wall, all the way to the depths of the mountain.

"Let's go!"

Heinz and Fang Yuan took a deep breath and jumped down without hesitation.

...

Deep in the underground headquarters.

"The damage to the periphery of the base is 26.98%! The energy supply line is damaged! The self-defense mechanism cannot be activated!"

A mechanical female voice echoed.

Snapped!

The old man lost his composure in an instant, and he didn't even notice that the pipe in his hand fell to the ground: "How is it possible? Although the pen fairy indicates that there is danger, how could it be possible to reach this level?"

"Boss, the situation is urgent, please implement plan No. 3 and leave immediately!"

Two terminators stood behind him, one with a very old revolver on his waist.

"No. 1! No. 2! You are the most perfect, so you are responsible for protecting me!"

The old man hesitated: "But now... the 5th rebelled, the 4th died, and the 3rd fought hard, can I continue to trust you?"

"As long as it is your order..."

The faces of No. 1 and No. 2 are as firm as granite.

"Get the fax machine now!"

The old man looked at an old-fashioned fax machine in front of him, wanting to see through it, but unfortunately, there was still no paper coming out.

This is the No. 4 spin-off of Primary Color Mastery - the future fax machine!

Occasionally, there will be some future information that will be printed out, or a certain newspaper, or simply a picture of the future.

Unfortunately, the advent of faxing is probabilistic.

However, as long as the fax machine is available, it does not need power, signal sources, or even paper, to receive faxes from the future.

"The prophecy of the pen fairy is only a simple 'yes' or 'no', which is too vague... What kind of force is it that attacked the original color headquarters this time?"

The old man picked up his pipe and lit the tobacco again.

In this short period of time, the whole room suddenly lit up, and blurred figures emerged, all of which were impressively three-dimensional.

"Everyone... I believe you have also seen that the original color headquarters has been attacked, and I must not consider the worst! Start the fire plan immediately and transfer the derivatives!"

The old man let out a long breath: "As for myself, I want to be with this headquarters!"

"Who is the enemy? Tenglong? Greenleaf?"

After a long silence, someone finally asked.

"have no idea……"

The old man shook his head slowly: "I only know that their characteristics are very strange. It seems that every member has the ability to be immortal!"

"To deal with such people, many sealing techniques of the Mage Council are still very effective..."

"We have seized the "Book of Sages", and we can send magicians right away!"

"There is also that door, as long as it is activated, you can leave immediately... We must transfer as many tokens as possible, and you, the leader!"

A woman looked at the old man: "I suggest you be the first to transfer, let No. 1 and No. 2 protect you! Go to the deep sea base!"

"You can't do that!"

The old man shook his head: "There are restrictions on the use of the door. If something goes wrong here, it will directly bring disaster to the sub-base!"

"I have given my order, the army of magicians will attack, soon!"

Da da!

Da da!

At this moment, there was a printing sound, which made everyone startled. Immediately, all eyes focused on the fax machine.

An old fax machine with no power supply, no signal lines, and even no blank paper, but at this time, the signal lights flickered.

Accompanied by the movement of the ink cartridge, a piece of white paper was spit out, and there was a picture on it.

"This is……"

"Future fax machine! Did it receive the signal from the future again?"

"Look! What does it tell us?"

Many three-dimensional figures urged one after another, wishing they could step forward.

The old man put on his reading glasses, grabbed the fax that had just been printed out, but gasped: "This is..."