Infinite Dimensional Conquest

In addition, some gunmen appeared nearby, faintly forming an encirclement, slowly compressing his activity space.

"Honorary Britanian..."

"traitor!"

"Damn the butcher..."

"..."

The sound of angry curses faintly spread into the ears of Shumu Suzaku.

This battle suit does not have a helmet or the like, that is to say, his face is completely exposed in the eyes of these people, and he is naturally recognized.

...

Betrayers, no matter where they are, are hated and disgusted. Most of their people will concentrate their hatred on them and numb themselves.

They hate the aggressor, but they hate this kind of people even more.

There are many such people, and in many worlds that the country currently conquered, there are also recruiting such indigenous peoples, and they will also be given similar identities.

It also attracted most of the hatred of the aborigines to them.

And most ordinary people hate this kind of traitor, but at the same time they are eager to change their status and become the ruling class. It's so complicated.

At the same time, give them a little more hope.

As time goes by, all of this will slowly deteriorate, and there will be fewer and fewer rebels, and more and more unable to survive, until a certain moment is completely assimilated.

...

After transplanting heterogeneous organs, hearing has also been greatly improved!

At this time, after hearing this, his face couldn't help showing the color of struggle, but after a moment, he became firm again.

For that goal, even if his hands were stained with blood, he couldn't hesitate.

Many times, this person gave Tianchen the feeling that he had a little bit of the shadow of Kirisu Eimiya back then, although the difference was quite big.

No one noticed that a crow was staring at a nearby building.

If you can see it, maybe you will be frightened by its deep gaze!

To be precise, this Shinjuku slum is full of hundreds of crows, monitoring every move here as someone’s sight.

...

A slum, a certain room.

The people who lived here had been shot dead, and their bodies were still lying outside. Perhaps they were just about to escape from the house when they were killed by soldiers.

In fact, Operation Britannia has continued until now. Most of the slums have been cleaned up, and not many people are still alive.

Now, this is a temporary base for the three of us.

In front of the three of them is an illusory screen, presenting everything in front of them, with pictures and sounds, and the viewing angle can be switched from multiple angles.

"traitor?"

"This is one of the scenes you wrote for the script?"

C.C. was holding hot tea and looked at the two people who were also holding tea on the opposite side.

The young man among them is not unfamiliar to her.

Inhuman speed, reaction, self-healing ability, wild intuition, what did he do to him.

"Are you still human?"

"For the time being, it's still human!"

"temporary?"

"Indiscriminate transplantation of some low-species werewolf organs, extremely crude human transformation products, wild low-level wizards and magicians can do better."

"But he, it blends well!"

Athena suddenly said, and answered her question blankly.

The problem doesn't care about Lloyd's technique. It can be said that it is simply and rudely transplanted and messed up, and third-rate magicians have not played like this.

The problem lies in the tenacious vitality and adaptability of this young man himself, resisting rejection, brutality in blood, and even beginning to merge this blood...

Even under the influence of blood, the slow assimilation and transformation of human organs and bodies may one day be completely non-human.

"The prelude to a new era..."

C.C. whispered to himself, yes, this is the beginning of a new era, which means that mankind has begun to covet this supernatural power.

Of course, she didn't care much anyway.

Time passed by, and they didn't feel much chatting here.

But at the scene, in such a short period of time, there have been a few more corpses.

...

"This monster!"

The girl's face sank, her eyes flickering with anger and hatred, just for a while, there were already a few more corpses nearby.

Her name is Karen Xudafelter, also called Karen Hongyue, and she is a mixed race who joined the resistance forces.

Most of the remaining people also had injuries, and some even had broken hands and feet.

They can only rely on machine guns to form a barrage, covertly hit each other, and suppress the speed beyond common sense. Even so, they are at a disadvantage.

"Karen, how is it?"

"no!"

"It can't be locked, his speed is too fast!"

The movement speed, evasion ability, and nerve response completely surpassed human limits. Although she was driving the Knightmare, she was also uncomfortable.

I can't even touch the opponent, so I can only perform a cover attack for the time being.

"What happened?"