Chapter 409 Who Is the Monster?

Flame is the first natural miracle mastered by mankind.

The explosion is as brilliant as fireworks.

Flickering.

One hundred 50mm ultra-light mortars, each mortar shell is charged with 55 grams of TNT, which is not very powerful.

A total of about five kilograms of explosives.

The only disadvantage is that it carries fragments.

It carries a lot of fragments.

Although the mortar shell itself uses explosion as a killing method, and in order to reduce the collateral damage, it uses a warhead without shrapnel, but this does not mean that it has no fragments when it explodes.

The steel fragments of the flesh turbine itself, the metal shell of the shell itself, and the air-stabilized glider of the tail vertebrae.

Together, they constitute the fragmentation killing during the explosion, which deflects the explosion shock wave that should have been directed forward.

These fragments will roll in the air because of their non-aerodynamic shape, and they will completely lose their effective killing ability to the human body within a dozen meters.

The resistance of the air is much greater than people think, and the higher the speed, the more so.

The Flesh Turbine resisted the incoming cavalry. It stretched out its arms and crossed them to intercept the cavalry that was about to arrive, slowing them down to a level where they could be captured.

Only then could it start fighting, using its own size and strength advantages to deal with the cavalry that attacked it.

The explosive lance was fatal to medium-sized units, and a large amount of contact explosives was extremely dangerous to the user, which also meant that it could also exert a deadly explosive power.

The upright Flesh Turbine was instantly wiped out by the impact of the cavalry's explosive lance, and the flame ball touched and spread, and then, the destruction rebounded.

A large number of shrapnel produced by the sympathetic explosion began to spread indiscriminately.

The cavalry's charge could not be stopped. After accelerating along the established road, there was no time to deviate. The cavalry's turning required sufficient distance as a buffer to slow down.

The cavalry went straight along this wide road and began to charge towards the fragments produced by the explosion.

Then they were swept by the fragments, stopped, and suffered casualties.

It should be like this.

Ji Lin put away the sulfur in his hand, and used a simple fire spell to release all the remaining sulfur to complete the cleaning. His sight under the lens fell on the elite flesh turbine that exploded.

Continuously exploding spears fell on the body of the flesh turbine, and the directional explosives instantly wiped out a part of the body of the flesh turbine. Then the spreading flames drove the surrounding mortar shells to produce a secondary explosion.

No casualties?

These cavalrymen... these tightly wrapped cavalrymen, something is wrong.

No cavalrymen fell to the ground, and the fully armed cavalrymen were still as stable as when they arrived.

Even if someone had been penetrated by fragments, Ji Lin watched the flying large pieces of shrapnel almost cut a cavalryman's arm in half, but there was no movement at the wound.

If not shouting is well-trained, then what kind of training can make people... not bleed.

Not only people, but even horses did not howl because of the shrapnel flying around, and no blood flowed from the cut wounds.

They, no, maybe they are.

The wound will not bleed... It will not bleed extensively like a normal person after being penetrated by shrapnel, but some liquid that Ji Lin cannot judge will also flow out accordingly.

As for the elite flesh turbine, it is dead and cannot be deader... He must quickly clean up the scene before these cavalrymen come to their senses.

This is a great opportunity.

And if he fights head-on, it is still a bit difficult for him to fight against a 50-man shock cavalry.

This cavalry carries not only explosive lances, but also bolt-action rifles specially used for fighting humans.

"Sorry, borrow it."

Ji Lin fell from the pipe and saw a shop selling glass products. The owner was curled up in the corner and looked at the figure who broke in like a wooden chicken.

He reached out and took away the decorative glass bottle on the table as a temporary storage container.

"I will compensate you."

He had to buy time, collect the remaining resources at the scene, and then start to analyze which side is helpful to his mission and which side is the enemy of his current position.

In the worst case... Both sides represent a disaster.

A technological disaster.

Both sides are wrong.

Use the source to pull and capture a drop of their blood that fell on the ground. The extracted blood and fragments began to flow and gather along the cover of the debris on the ground, and fell into Ji Lin's palm and were stored in the glass container he temporarily obtained.

Fragments, blood, nerve bundles.

Falling into the container.

Living samples, hoping that the guy in the Night Crows' equipment workshop can analyze something.

That thing should be considered a living body, right? Ji Lin is not sure.

He is not an expert in mysticism.

Ji Lin saw that in the remaining ruins of the explosion, there was an abandoned twisted metal strip... The silver-white long metal object was stained with blood and black ash, and was buried in the ruins after the war horse trampled.

Slender metal empty tube.

The people of this world may not know, but they are very clear about what this creation represents.

He stretched out his hand, and the metal strip and the remaining parts were slowly dragged closer by the source, and the bottom of the metal empty tube was still carrying scrap iron stained with blood and flesh.

That was the radio receiver that was previously wrapped in the body of the elite flesh turbine...Do experimental small radio receivers exist in this era?

Ji Lin's eyes fell on the leader of the mounted police not far away. The mounted police dropped their blasting rifles and fell to the ground. They removed the long rifles on their backs and held them in their hands again.

The mounted policeman holding the reins controlled the horse beneath him and turned. The leader's eyes fell on his night crow standing in the shadows.

Why is there a Night Crow here?

Things are getting difficult.

The leader of the mounted police was thinking as he pressed the brass bullets into the gun chamber one after another.

The body under the thick police uniform did not waver at all from the violent action just now, and the silent and hoarse soul was roaring.

Kill him?

No, they can't be killed. If it's another link, they can try it, but there are too many people here... and they are in an urban area that is very convenient for escape. They will use the complex terrain to escape and fight in divisions.

Splitting an entire unit into multiple squad-level skirmishes does your unit a disservice.

They will hinder themselves, and the horses will become a burden to slow down in front of the human wall. If the opponent just wants to escape, it will be more difficult to catch him... After all, although they plan to create an abnormality to get enough corpses to be slaughtered, ordinary corpses It no longer makes sense to them.

The mounted police leader loaded bullets into the gun's chamber one after another. The other mounted policemen turned around and looked at it, waiting for their leader to issue an action order.

Even though the wounds on their bodies were still dripping with dark brown blood, their bodies, which were no longer human, began to heal the wounds and recover.

‘Click’

The number of bullets that can be held in the magazine has reached the upper limit.

The Night Crow at the corner had also disappeared into the street, and he could not find any trace of him.

Then, the scene should still be cleaned up and all the debris on the scene should be recovered.

The fifty-strong mounted police team returned to the scene and formed a circular encirclement to monitor the battlefield that had just been trampled, while the guards in the outer ring responsible for isolating the people hesitated and continued to hold their own.

Just standing there is a sufficient deterrent to the mounted police's horses.

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"So, why did you run away with me when I ran away?"

Ji Lin turned around and looked at the old knight riding a rugged and thin horse next to him. The other man embarrassedly showed him his withered and shy pocket.

"Dear Mr. Crow... I know that your headquarters can accommodate some outsiders to live temporarily."

It's definitely better than the hotels in New London.

"So I only need a small room for me to live in... I thought this place where many famous knights were born was a paradise..."

The old knight touched his long white and unkempt beard, and the long sword hidden in the scabbard trembled.

"That's not something I can decide."

Ji Lin glanced at it and put away the bottles and jars and stored them in his system warehouse. Those that could not be stored were wrapped in windbreakers.

"That's what happened."

It was still the Night Crow who was responsible for informing him. He seemed to be the only resident Night Crow in this tomb-like cold square building.

"Oh... good... it seems the city is looking for some trouble for us again."

The Night Crow who was responsible for receiving him touched his chin, still unable to figure out his emotions through his eyes under the lens.

"We will compare the samples you recovered with the previous ones. It will take a while...Don't worry, we have the most professional inspection experts in New London."

"Do you have a goal?"

He paused and looked at Ji Lin, who turned around and was about to leave.

Ji Lin nodded in response. After going around in a circle, he finally wanted to investigate what happened on the day of the qualitative outbreak in the factory area.

But now at least he has a very clear target for his investigation.

Qualification will not occur out of thin air. Those flesh and blood cores mean that it can trace its origins on the path.

The Nightcrow manager withdrew his gaze and focused it on the tall, thin old man holding the thin horse next to the door. The old knight was arranging his armor in an effort to make himself look cleaner.

"Mr. Crow, I know your abode will be open to mortals in need of shelter."

The old knight bent slightly and made a salute under Night Crow's oppressive gaze.

"I, Don Quixote, Lord of La Mancha, ask for your assistance and protection until the disaster in this city is over."

The Night Crow manager at the headquarters stood up and waved for Ji Lin to leave first. He placed the collected samples in the archives at the headquarters or took them to the equipment workshop.

"Do you call us crows over there? There are many rooms in the headquarters. You can choose a suitable room to live in, but we are not responsible for your safety."

We also don’t have the extra energy and time to protect others.

As for disasters.

"We'll get started..."

The Night Crow manager was thinking about the city's scheduling and personnel allocation.

Abnormal incidents have occurred more and more frequently recently. He should take a closer look at his subordinates' mission execution reports.

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"If you're here to get equipment, go get it yourself from the wall."

When Ji Lin found Negus, he found him buried in a pile of metal parts. When he came yesterday, there was no scrap metal as high as the workbench.

The engineer in the maintenance depot just glanced at the visitor and waved him off to choose his own equipment. He didn't want anyone to disturb him during work hours.

He continued to bury his head in the work of building the passive exoskeleton armor, using the tools at hand to adjust the crude exoskeleton.

In just one day, the rough frame of this thing was almost formed, and he completed the assembly and cutting of the product alone.

"Mr. Nicholas Tesla, I am very curious about one thing. You used to work at the New London Engineering Institute."

Ji Lin threw the wreckage of the suspected radio communicator on the table. Even if it had been destroyed in the collision and explosion and had no complete shape, the other party should be able to recognize what it was.

After all, this was what he turned out of the elite flesh turbine.

The more advanced the product, the easier it is to trace the source, because there are only a handful of regions that have and have production capabilities. As long as he can trace the source to an information node, he can follow the clues to find the person behind it.

At least ask the other party clearly.

"Can you tell me what your thesis is in the Institute of Industry, and what are the new inventions of the New London Institute of Industry?"

The middle-aged engineer, who was buried in the pile of metal materials, saw the radio communicator on his desk, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.

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