Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1411 - 146: Standing at the Pinnacle of Wisdom...
Capítulo 1411: Chapter 146: Standing at the Pinnacle of Wisdom…
“What’s that sound?”
White Hair squinted, instantly becoming alert.
Are there rats in the ruins?
Considering how abnormal these ruins are… even the snakes outside are thirty to fifty meters long, the rats must weigh at least a few tons.
Thinking of this, Young Master Yin’s face started to turn a bit green.
Gulp.
I’m so skinny, with little meat, please don’t eat me.
White Hair got up to take a look behind, but as soon as he stood up, that squeaking sound disappeared.
Why is it silent now?
Don’t you know I’m quite unsettled right now?
But the curiosity remained, so with the fearless spirit of ‘not courting death won’t lead to death,’ White Hair craned his neck to look back.
Then his gaze crossed over the boulders.
Amid the golden light, those eyes were staring directly at him.
Those eyes, clearly on a human face, didn’t resemble human eyes at all, the gaze was stiff yet emitted a creepy feeling.
The suit was stained with blood plasma…
At their feet, there was a corpse, now gutted, bloody and mutilated.
Under the gaze of the other, White Hair remained calm and glanced at the corpse at their feet, then at the corner of their mouth.
Clearly, he had interrupted their meal.
“Uh… Hi, good… evening.”
White Hair forced a smile that’s more of a grimace than a smile, waving his hand awkwardly.
The other party remained still.
“Well, you two carry on, the night is nice tonight, I’ll go for a walk, hahaha… goodbye!”
After speaking, White Hair quickly ducked back.
A chill went straight from his stomach to his throat, accompanied by a huge sense of nausea.
What the hell did I run into?
Either madmen or freaks!
Just as he took a step, bang!
A loud noise, several pieces of rubble hit his back, making a heavy sound.
White Hair glanced back, scared out of his wits, a hand had pierced through the stone, reaching out like tentacles, five fingers still wriggling, trying to catch something.
Even thinking with the soles of his feet, he knew it was aiming for him!
“If you two eat so wastefully… don’t blame me…”
Swoosh, swoosh!
Two figures rolled and landed five meters in front.
“Why so fast?”
White Hair bit his lip hard, saying with grief and indignation.
“You’re smarter than them, but unfortunately, you’re still going to die.”
“Too skinny, not up to the standard for parasites.”
Sierra Leone and Jasper exchanged a glance, showing a cold smile.
The wound on Sierra Leone’s abdomen was wriggling, about to heal.
While Jasper’s broken arm had already regenerated more than halfway.
Their healing and regeneration speed was far superior to what Mu Fan encountered with “Lin Wu.”
This is the difference between partial parasitism and full-body parasitism.
The Saint Luo Clan’s talent with non-complete parasitic entities can only exert less than half its potential.
“Where are you two from? Maybe we’re fellow townsmen?”
White Hair showed a flattering smile, taking a step back.
Sierra Leone felt his wound had healed, stood in front of Jasper, and said with a stiff smile, “Lowly Luqin Universe people, how can you pigs be our noble Saint Luo Clan?”
“All struggles are… useless.”
Opening his mouth, a crimson tongue stabbed into the ground like a pierce spear.
White Hair quickly rolled to avoid it, looking at the ground pierced beside him, cold sweat covering his head.
“Are these two psychos?”
Trying this kind of horror attack on me?
As if I’ve never stepped into the realm of biological expertise?
White Hair felt his intelligence was greatly insulted, he raised his head and looked at Sierra Leone, whose eyes showed a glimmer of surprise.
Adjusting his collar, White Hair stood up, showing a standard noble smile:
“I go to your mother’s… place.”
After saying this, a spherical object appeared in White Hair’s hand.
Taking advantage of the opponent’s moment of astonishment, he tossed the sphere down.
“Ultimate Profound Meaning, Great Fire Escape…”
Boom!
Before White Hair could finish speaking, the fierce flame wave propelled his body, sending him flying over ten meters away, tumbling through the air.
If he hadn’t activated the Shadow Sword earlier, the flame would have roasted his face.
The two Saint Luo Clan members simultaneously shielded their faces with their hands, the scorching flame sweeping over them, emitting the scent of burning.
“Damn it!”
They simultaneously lowered their hands, their eyes radiating coldness.
With muscle exertion, the burned skin cracked open instantly, revealing the wriggling flesh inside.
Neither expected this kid in steel armor would dare throw a high-explosive bomb at his own feet.
Ding, ding, ding.
The writhing flesh expelled the shrapnel embedded within.
Suddenly, Sierra Leone’s expression changed, shouting, “Don’t let him take the box!”
Upon hearing, Jasper’s eyes flashed with anger, his body compressed like a spring.
Thud!
His whole figure shot out like a cannonball.
Their voices were so loud, White Hair clearly heard them.
Upon hearing, he instinctively scanned the area.
Where’s the box?
Uh, seems there is one.
Right at the foot of the boulder, a square wooden box, thirty centimeters wide, lay quietly.
The ancient wood grain seemed to declare its own preciousness…
“Those two idiots want to trick me into going back to get the box, slow down while carrying it, so they can eat me?”
White Hair sneered, instantly praising his own wit.
Without pausing for half a second, he was already sprinting towards the other side of the hill.
Thud, thud!
The sound of two heavy landings echoed.
Sierra Leone and Jasper turned to see the box still there, their eyes calming a bit.
“How foolish.”
Sierra Leone spoke from above.
The object in the box certainly couldn’t be a Divine Gate Stabilizer, because there’s no familiar energy wave.
But the box was still vastly significant for them.
It’s their bait to lure others!
They clearly knew these relics held immense value for the Luqin Universe humans.
Among the humans they encountered, greed was nearly universal.
No one would refuse such temptation!
“Chase.”
Being tricked by White Hair this time, the two bloodied men quickly reached a consensus.
Squatting, leaping.
With each jump spanning four to five meters, at a high frequency.
“Still trying to trick me into going back? Idiots! Play with your broken box yourselves.”
Running along, White Hair cursed.
No way I’m interested in that broken box.
I’m here for treasure, you two definitely used that box to trick those brothers who died.
With my intelligence…
A mocking smile appeared on White Hair’s lips.
Thud!
A crimson tongue suddenly stabbed into the armor on his back.
His whole body propelled into the air.
“Awooo~~”
His howl stretched into a straight line in the air.
Clutching his lower back, he angrily turned around, spewing a stream of family-involving curses like a machine gun.
