MTL - When an Alien Is Bound to a World-Saving System-Chapter 73 Doomsday Earth (6)

Although they have been leading for several hours this time, everyone still dare not slack off, because they have returned to the continent where Country Z is located. There are many countries and the number of domes is also the largest.

"Time is 2:58, 2:59, 3 minutes!" The beach pants said, even without his watch, his brain is a precise timer. "There are 11 cities in this longitude that need to be built."

Everyone wailed, and half-dead got up and continued to work. Only the 3,000 patron saint inspired by the fainted architect flew into the sky as tirelessly as the chicken blood. Everyone looked at the usual look of the dark-haired young boy and could not help admiring it secretly: What a powerful willpower!

Work is still busy, but without the hot sun behind everyone, the pressure on work is much less. From time to time, most people can take their time to close their eyes and recuperate for 2 or 3 seconds, or to drink a bottle of energy and nutrition pills. The missionaries, who were already at the end of the crossbow, survived these small breaks for several hours.

But when they teleported to a mountain town in the south of Country Z, c2001, which had endured for more than 6 days, finally broke out!

At this time, c2001 had long abandoned the suit that could kill people, but was wearing a set of light-colored short sleeves and shorts borrowed from Earth volunteers on another continent. However, due to dust and sweat, the clothes are already dirty, and the end result of the continuous falling of ash and sweating and evaporation is that the original white short sleeves have become a brown and black mixed hard shell full of mud and sweat. .

And his own meticulous hair became scalloped by the soaking of sweat, covered with dust, like a dirty mop that has not been cleaned in a few years in the toilet. As for the appearance, he was stuck in the mud and couldn't see at all. The only thing that could be seen was his bloodshot eyes. c2001 was almost hysterically shouting at the beach pants:

"Programmer! How did you design this city? How could there be so many protruding buildings!"

The beach pants were still staring at his brain, and said without raising his head: "At the time of the meeting, I was like the leader of the earth who proposed that there are too many mountains in this city. The structure is too complicated and it will be very difficult to build a dome. , But they still unanimously decided to protect this place, then what can I do. "

c2001 looked at the undulating and roller coaster-like streets around, the bull-like underground shelters and the trams covered with high-rise hills and nets ... the architect looked at the dome above and above the dome, And the East that has begun to pale.

"Don't fix it! It's better to just leave it open!" C2001 said with a wave of his arm, and this movement made his whole ragged cloth shake, "Let them organize the evacuation ..."

"Where is the lunatic! If you do n’t repair it, you do n’t repair it?" An uncle who was up early on the street next to him apparently regarded the unkempt architect as a mental illness strewing hysteria on the street. Stayed, patted his thigh and scolded: "Ze what hot weather, you don't have to give them a shell, then the hot ball will die!"

After scolding the short and thin uncle fanning Pu Fan and shaking his head, he didn't know that what he had just scolded was actually the SSS-class missioner of the Salvation Alliance and the commander of the Earth's rescue plan.

Sitting in the car and witnessing Xiaoyi and Huo Li in this scene: "..."

After c2001 broke out and was scolded, his mentality finally stabilized. Regardless of the programmer, he began to demolish the building silently.

When building the dome for the first time in the mountain city, because everyone was anxious to put the earth's reflectors on the ground before the sun erupted, this time-consuming and laborious mountain city was temporarily suspended after the 70% easy part was built. But when they came back again under the chase of the sun, everyone regretted it like a bear child who came to do homework on the last day of the summer vacation: why didn't we finish building him before!

Now they not only have to demolish the building slabs, but also have to build the foundation and pillars where they have previously skipped. Dozens of patron saints even patted their wings and drilled into the hot pot shop converted from the underground shelter to strengthen the foundation of the metal support pillar . After the guardian **** came out from inside, the wings and feathers of each one were filled with the spicy flavor of Shancheng Hot Pot ...

When they finally finished the hard bone of Shancheng, the construction team was caught up by the sun again, and the appearance of Shancheng was not a flattened water droplet, but an irregular sequin with undulations. The taskers who were on the brink of heatstroke again did not want to see the ugly eight monster dome that had been worked hard to build, but quickly drew a free transfer sign and left the architect's nightmare area.

Everyone is pleased that although they were overtaken by the footsteps of the sun, the terrain was getting higher and higher, and the temperature was relatively cool. Just when the time has already chased the footsteps of everyone and arrived at 11am, they finally Reached the last city in the world to be built.

I saw dazzling white sunlight, a group of patron saints fluttered upwards holding their building materials and fluttered upwards, but the ascent rate was much slower. If the patron saint fluttered his wings calmly before, now he is a struggling sparrow, or a super sparrow with a wingspan of three meters.

The dark-haired boy kept whispering with consciousness: "Huo Li, let that one go faster! It's going to fall off!"

The young man watched the guardian **** waving his wings, and he looked like he could not fall down at the edge of the dome. He finally rose slowly by 5 meters, landed on the dome, and hurled the holding temperature plate up Thrown, almost paralyzed.

Huo Li: "That wing has been flapping fast enough, you can't speed it up any more, otherwise it should shed hair."

The dark-haired boy imagined in his heart the 3,000 guardian gods formed by the power of faith, struggling to flutter wings and feathers ... and then closed his mouth with interest.

The patron saints were a great help for efficient construction, but when they came to the plateau ... they were collectively hypoxic! Especially in this last town of 6000 meters above sea level, the air density is only 40% of that of the plains. The patron saints have to accelerate their wings to overcome the gravity of the earth and fly up, and then their altitude sickness is even heavier ...

Xiao Yi was quiet for a while, then saw a guardian **** on the dome exploded into a beautiful firework.

The black-haired boy: "Ah! Huo Li, that one has already flown up, what do you do with it?"

Huo Li: "Although it will not faint in the middle of the road, it will spit out under altitude sickness if it does not explode in the next second! This pathological symptom is not something I can control if you want to let Everyone sees that the patron saint formed by the power of faith spit out acid in his stomach ... "

The black-haired boy shut up again. He found that since he said he didn't trust Huo Li, the big man has been quietly awkward, and the direct expression is-a lot of poisonous tongue!

Of course, the dark-haired boy was also very upset. When he saw his sacred patron saint as if fooling in the air, he felt very shameful. And the culprit who manipulated his ‘Little Alien’ group to make them disappear forever on the road to mental retardation, was sitting beside him.

So it was to see Huo Lichao's unhappy teenagers continue to use their consciousness to find fault: "Those guardian gods carry alien genes. Although they are expressed in human parts, you can't make their internal alienation stronger? Even if It ’s only half of my ability! I can fly at a speed of 100 steps even with hypoxia. How can a good patron saint become weak and stupid when you get it? ”

Huo Li leaned on his black wings and sat in the car, behind the silver mask, expressing his spirits with expressionless expressions, "I don't know what the internal structure of the alien is. Is I already smart enough to see that one?" Can I guess the efficacy of the expressed base pairs after arranging the bases? I can figure out how to make him disintegrate quickly, otherwise we have to get off the bus from time to time, from high altitude The fallen patron saint collects the corpse. "

The black-haired boy was almost laughed at: "Each of my non-my limbs, the disintegrating genes are ranked first by me, and they can be self-destructed with just a single command. The great Huo Li boss relies on My extraordinary wisdom has also discovered this method of disintegrating them, which is amazing! "

Huo Li simply skipped this topic and continued to raise the bar: "If you want them to fly at a speed of 100 miles, it is not impossible. After all, I just control your limbs. Everything will be based on the wishes of your master. Isn't it? I'll call them all back now, and let the staff of the earth prepare a bowl of instant noodles for each patron saint, and then carry a can of oxygen, and bring an oxygen mask. In order to perform high-intensity work Foolproof, it just doesn't look like a god. "

The black-haired boy just wanted to turn back and punch Huo Li's head. After all, he would never fight back as his patron saint in order not to help.

As soon as Xiaoyi clenched his fists, he saw the hot sweaty copy-task writer Ge Tai outside the car came to this side, and the teenager could only put down his hands in anger and look across the window to see if he had He Guigan.

Since c2001 fainted, in order to prevent this overworked and need to continue to overwork suddenly the commander died at the construction post, some other mission helpers who helped the construction of the dome were assigned by Xu Yuncheng to assist the work. Among them, Getai's ability to replicate abilities is most useful. Each time c2001 uses a building ability, Getai can store one-tenth, even if he saves 20 times, he can only reach 50% of the power of c2001 each time he casts. But this at least gives c2001 a chance to breathe.

So each time c2001 performed 10 abilities, Getai then performed two halving construction abilities. After the architect finally had a rest time, their cooperation progressed faster and completed their 30% construction task. It's no longer so strenuous.

But after reaching Gao Yuan, all the taskmen were distributed with oxygen tanks, and the army of patron saints who did not enjoy the same treatment changed from ability to hindering existence ...

Getai walked to the door of the car. Everyone now knows that it's not easy to save a little air, so he didn't want to signal the small difference to open the window, but said through the window: "2d14, you haven't rested once in such a long time. Yes, now it looks like your patron saint's power is almost unable to support it. Otherwise, I will not help the architect for the time being, come here to help you! Because now 30% of the tasks of the architect and me can always be done in excess and strengthen the foundation. The progress of the reflector has been dropped. Now that you control 3000 patron saints, I can copy your power and summon 300 more. "

The dark-haired boy without any power was instantly alert, but pretended to be casual and refused: "No, you look more dizzy as the architect needs help. I can work harder!" Shouting to Huo Li in my heart: let them be faster, it doesn't matter if you lose hair, you can let the feathers disintegrate in the air!

Getai wiped his sweat and did not give up his intention: "2d14, now the progress of the guardian **** team has made the most progress, and now it is almost time for the sun to shine in one day, and the earth soldiers and volunteers under completion We all have to fall. Do n’t mind, although my power is called copy, but after using up 10% of the accumulated amount, it ca n’t be used again. I will not stay at all for a while, I ca n’t steal you Power. "

If Xiaoyi refuses again, it looks suspicious. He suppressed the tension in his heart and said tentatively, "How can I perform the ability to be copied or perceived by you? Can you copy it now?"