The weapons slashed at each other one after another, making a clanging sound, and the metal and iron collided and sparks scattered.
Boom!
The handle of the knife in Su Xiao's hand, with the end of the handle, hit the spine of the sword that Haomei held to block.
After suffering this heavy blunt blow, Mei Hao first felt numbness in her arms, and a force penetrated into her chest cavity, causing her to constrict her breathing and hold her breath in her chest. She didn't think it was a coincidence, but It was the enemy who seized the opportunity and figured out the rhythm of her breathing.
After a loud bang, Haomei smashed a pit behind her in a supine position, with blood splattered from her mouth.
Just when Haomei wanted to forcefully jump up regardless of her body's tolerance, a black shadow came from above.
Boom!
Su Xiao's left fist wrapped in the crystal layer hit Haomei's lower abdomen, and the crystals splashed everywhere. Haomei, who was lying on her back in the pit, bowed her body, and an impact spread to the surrounding area, and the dust flew up.
In the much larger pit, Haomei still did not give up. After all, it is a technique type. As long as there is still a possibility of fighting, there is still a chance to turn the tables. The strength of the technique type lies in its sharp attack ability. He was decapitated and achieved the ultimate headwind comeback.
Crawling out of the pit, Haomei sat in the smoke and dust, holding a sharp sword tightly in her hand. Her thought was: 'Just wait for the enemy to appear, and she will have a chance to make a comeback. '
Spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared in front of Haomei. Perceiving this, Haomei couldn't help feeling aggrieved. It is also a technique type. Why does the enemy have space to penetrate this kind of space ability with top moving speed? She was really envious and sore.
"Shameless!"
boom!
The last picture Haomei saw before she fell into a coma was a fist wrapped in a crystal layer blasting. While she was in a daze, she heard a conversation.
"Boss, this woman is unconscious, what should I do next? Do you want to wear a collar for her?"
"No, contact Caesar and ask him to get a temporary coordinate leading to warehouse No. 2. I want to bring this woman back to the alchemy laboratory in the fortress."
"Boss, isn't this woman a withdrawal girl? She won't die after the autopsy."
"It's not dissection, it's just research."
"The research is also quite scary."
"Wow."
Hearing this conversation in a daze, Mei Hao panicked completely. She was not too afraid of dying in battle, but the current situation was more complicated than that.
Haomei seems to be in a coma, but as a master of swordsmanship, her consciousness is extraordinarily strong. Even in a 'coma' state, her consciousness can still receive information from the outside world. This is similar to the feeling of dreaming, a little hazy.
In the haze, Haomei sensed space fluctuations, and then she came to a noisy place, where there are many breaths that are closer to beasts, but these individuals are also somewhat similar to humans, and their souls are particularly special, as if directly bathed in As in the sun.
Ten minutes later, Haomei felt that she finally stopped and was laid flat on a bed. The bed was a bit cold, and Haomei felt bad in her heart.
Soon, something happened that shocked Haomei. She felt that someone was taking off her clothes. She resisted desperately, but she couldn't even move a finger. But after a while, she vaguely heard the only two people in the room. People were talking, and the voice was female, which relieved Mei Hao.
But after a while, she sensed that the aura that defeated her came to her again, which made Haomei curse in her heart: 'Bah, you really are still a greedy old lady. '
When Haomei was extremely angry, she sensed that the enemy had taken out a whole set of utensils that seemed nothing at first glance, but felt chills upon careful observation.
An electrode was attached to Haomei's forehead. She knew that what happened today was definitely not a matter of greedy for her body.
I don't know how long it took, accompanied by the beeping sound of the instrument, Haomei gradually opened her eyes. The lower half of her face was wearing a breathing mask with a complicated structure. After raising her right hand, she saw that the probe sensor was clamped on her index finger.
Dozens of hair-thick wires are connected to this plastic clip like a clothespin, and the other side is connected to several different instruments, some for displaying body energy parameters, and some for observing cell activity indexes. There are dozens of professional data on the Internet, except for the numbers above, Haomei can't understand anything else.
Mei Hao sat up, pressing her aching head with one hand, her eyes were blank, she vaguely remembered what seemed to have happened in the past few hours.
The memory of that period is very vague, as if it was sealed by herself. Even if I recall it carefully, it is very vague. I can only remember that a man wearing a catheter mask asked her many questions. What are the specific questions? She forgot.
"strangeness."
theHaomei sensed herself, and her body was normal. Not only was there no abnormality, the damage she suffered in the previous battle had all recovered, but for some reason, her whole body was weak. The good news is that this weakened state is temporary.
Haomei took off the probe sensor on her finger, pulled off the electrode pads attached to her body, and then put on a white hospital gown. She even smelled it before putting it on. The gown was dry, brand new, and soft after wearing it. Loose, Hao Mei secretly gave a good review.
First of all, observe the surrounding area, where you can see instruments, instruments, instrumentsthe experimental bench, on which there are many test tubes, mixing cups and other containers.
The metal door of this laboratory is ajar. There are cumbersome patterns on the door. Some represent the sun, and some represent a warhammer in a ring. With Haomei¡¯s knowledge reserves, I can only feel that these patterns have an inexplicable sense of majesty. , others do not know.
Walking out of the metal door, Haomei entered the command room. She looked around, but there was no one around. The solid wood furniture she saw had a sense of the times.
"It's not good, this can't be a border area."
Haomei guessed something from the battle a few hours ago and the trivial information she sensed along the way, and she immediately reported it to Tianqi Paradise through her branding.
"I guess, you are reporting us."
Baja flew out of the different space and landed on the coffee table.
Hearing Baja's words, Mei Hao remained calm, but in fact she had already reported it quietly. She said, "I never report others."
Having said that, Haomei has secretly completed the skillful triple series of "application, report, and submission".
[Reminder (Apocalypse Paradise): Your report has been received. ¡¿
[The report was successful, and the track of action of No. 207753 Contractor Voya is being checked. ¡¿
[Check abnormal node. ¡¿
[It has been checked that No. 207753 Contractor Voya is dead, and the imprint he holds is being tracked. ¡¿
[Tracking failed, this imprint has been disassembled. ¡¿
[It has been checked that the imprint has been decomposed by Samsara Paradise, and the decomposed imprint is being forcibly taken back. ¡¿
[Recaptured 10%, 30%, 70%, 90%, 99%]
[Forcibly interrupted, recapture failed.] ¡¿
[This event involves imprint capture, sealing, camouflage, etc. The contractor must not disclose any information about this matter. ¡¿
[Thank you for your report, your brand reputation +2 points. ¡¿
Haomei didn't react for a while, she was a little confused, whether she succeeded in reporting or failed.
Let's say it was a success, the hunter of the Reincarnation Paradise was not affected in any way, let's say it was a failure, she got 2 points of brand reputation for reporting.
From many reminders, Haomei has the feeling that Tianqi Paradise told her not to publicize the matter, and the 2 points of branded reputation are like hush money no matter how you look at it