After Becoming a Little Sister

"..."

【Outside the window is blue—there are thousands of paper cranes in the sky——】

A short song rang out from the broadcasting system, and as those dark world beings who fought to death gradually rolled down, the bright lights inside the ship shone, and the searchlights that originally existed on the observation deck even illuminated the rain under the cloudy clouds. Shoot a beam of light.

A woman slowly walked out from the original corridor on the observation deck, slightly opening her hands, full of enthusiasm——

"Welcome to our performance today. The people who will participate in the battle today are Team Rocket, a large organization in the dark world, and Pikachu passing by!"

--madman.

Des Moines thought so, his eyes fixed on the woman.

madman?No, it's the white head Taixuan.

But the other party's posture was too crazy and willful, which made it difficult for him to connect the woman in front of him with the existence as deep as a giant mountain and sea.

So it's a disguise?

He looked around, trying to find out who was behind the scenes.

That kind of scheming, like a big villain in a movie with a backlight and a silhouette.

That person is his opponent. Now he just wants to use the power he can still use to let the other party understand that if the individual's mighty power transcends to a certain extent, then it is possible to completely destroy the so-called strategy. In the words of the Republic That is to say, one force will drop ten meetings.

Or called one force breaks all skills.

So what's the use of traps?Since the other party has the guts to use the entire Poseidon as the background, it must have the psychological pressure to blow up the entire background board. No one stipulates that fishing cannot catch a great white shark.

Des Moines raised his left hand: "I have a chip on my body that monitors heart rate and blood oxygen. Once I die, it will detonate the bomb pre-buried on the ship. The bomb is a portable special atomic explosive device. Products from the Northern Dynasties can easily pollute the entire Poseidon into a nuclear radiation area."

The so-called special atomic blasting device, commonly known as the nuclear backpack, is essentially a dirty bomb.

Cobalt-60, cesium-137 or strontium-90 and other radioactive substances are wrapped and mixed in explosives, and the contained radioactive substances are projected into the air through a huge explosive force, causing pollution equivalent to nuclear radioactive dust. .

If the radiation level exceeds 1000 times normal, 80% of the people within the explosion range will be killed, and the remaining lucky ones will also suffer from nuclear radiation pollution, which will induce various diseases including cancer.

However, it is used in the Poseidon, which is not an open area. Although the metal hull can effectively isolate the ship from nuclear radiation, it will still cause huge damage and sequelae to civilians.

It is self-evident who will be invited to the maiden voyage ceremony of the Poseidon, and what serious consequences will be caused.

"As expected of you, Des Moines, as expected of you..."

The woman who looked the same as Taixuan with the white head applauded softly: "Even if there is no mercury bomb, you still have a way to lift the table. You really have it, so what is your request?"

"Divine blood, where is it?" Des Moines looked at her: "Who is the person behind all this?"

"I am."

"……and then?"

"Sacred Blood and the director are both me." The sacred blood version of Baishou Taixuan spread his hands: "Is this unreasonable? No one knows how to use myself as bait better than me. If you want the so-called divine blood, I will I can give it to you."

She snapped her fingers, and the beam of light split, illuminating two other directions.

A white-headed Taixuan.

Two white-headed Taixuan.

The three women stood together, with the same long silver hair, the same face, and even their voices were almost the same——

The voices of the three people merged together, as if trembling: "If you want, you can get it yourself!"

Des Moines narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at his arm.

"This is not an illusion." The white-headed Taixuan of the divine blood version in the middle put down his hands: "It's a limited pool..."

The lights began to part, and part, and part again.

One after another, the white-headed Taixuan came out of the cabin slowly.

"Do you want this white-headed Taixuan holding a sword, or this white-headed Taixuan holding a shield? Or - want~want~me~"

"..."

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1082 1062-Ah, this——

Double happiness is called happiness.

Triple happiness is called surprise.

Four times, five times, six times or even more, it is called shock.

When a total of eight white-headed Taixuan appeared in front of everyone, the mice in the dark world came back to their senses from the death-match fantasy above, and looked left and right in amazement and horror, hoping that they would now In fact, it is still an illusion.

But no, all of this is real. The pain, the whistling wind and rain, and the sound of burning flames in their ears all remind them that all of this is based on reality, without any illusion.

They were surrounded - by the same people.

Des Moines frowned deeply, and it was the first time that his expression under the mask showed such a dignified feeling.

His helmet comes with artificial intelligence-assisted analysis, but in the current visual observation, there is no such thing as optical projection or holographic projection. Everyone is a real person, with feedback from the infrared perspective.

So, is it a disguise?

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and pointed at one of the white-headed Taixuan with a jade belt around his waist.

With a fist in his hand, the armor on the back of his hand opened a small mechanical extension structure, ejecting a self-guided miniature ammunition.

The white-headed Taixuan with a jade belt around his waist raised his eyebrows, reached out and wiped his hand across his waist, and pulled out a soft sword that was as invisible as a clear spring, which seemed to reflect shimmering waves, faintly visible in the rain Silhouette, raised his hand lightly.

The miniature ammunition was directly 'lifted' away by the opponent with this kind of action almost like a movie special effect, and it was thrown aside, and a burst of flames exploded on the deck of the Poseidon above everyone, and the pattering flames fell down and were extinguished by raindrops.

"..."

Des Moines dropped his hands and fell silent.

The man with the scar stood up with difficulty, and looked at the wound on his waist with some doubts—it was a rather hideous cut, which looked as if someone had disemboweled him before, and through the wound, he could even See the internal organs.

So what happened before?

What happened now?

He shook his head in confusion, and slowly approached Des Moines: "Holy Son—"

"boom--"

Des Moines didn't turn his head back, he just raised his hand sideways, and a burst of flame shot out from his palm, sending him flying straight away.

The opponent rolled a few times on the ground, then half-kneeled to prop up his body, and slid several meters away before stopping the charge.

He wiped his face, tore off the disguise, revealing the elegant and even slightly frail face of the man who turned on the lamp: "How did you find out?"

"My subordinates won't call me Holy Son." Des Moines lowered his hand: "So what the Republic means is to save you aliens?"

"Who knows..." The man who turned on the light stood up straight, the wound on his waist slowly healed, and his tone was subtle: "I don't dare to guess what those big shots think."

"Big man?"

"Big man."

"How big is it?"

"If that supreme being is willing, then all the alien species must offer their loyalty to each other."

No one knew what Chuanshanya had said to the man who turned on the lamp before, but judging from his current stand alone, there is no doubt that this guy became the second or fifth son of the vampire camp and took the lead in turning his back on the water.

Des Moines is noncommittal about this, and he is still wondering about one thing.

Who is the real White Head Taixuan?

Things have come to this, escape is impossible, so we can only try to fight against the legendary whip of God.

Oh, by the way, the other party doesn't like titles like the Whip of God or the Apostle Walking on the Ground, or the other party has no respect for the so-called God.

A real heresy...

He sighed: "You alien species have brute strength, but no brains, and are being used as tools."

If it hadn't been for the Queen of Iris Flowers who had opened up before, the Yusan family should still have the fighting power now, and they wouldn't fight each other to the death like this now—look at the wounded all over the floor, how many more are there? can fight?

And this enmity has been formed between each other, let alone whether it is an illusion or not, the one who stabbed the knife is the other party after all, there is no reason to talk about it in the dark world, as long as you do something, then it is a knot, you can either get revenge or live by yourself suffer.

They are all known as the Yusanjia, so what if who still loves whom?

The big organizations in the dark world are fighting with each other, and the active forces that were deliberately drawn out are now unusable wounded. The only forces may still be engaged in offensive and defensive battles in the bottom cabin, trying to compete for the power system of the Poseidon. It is also impossible to withdraw outside.

Withdrawing again will become a refueling tactic, and it is only a fool who does not please both sides.

Now that the main force of the alien species has been severely injured, and the large-scale organization camp in the dark world is broken, even if there are still active executive officers, it is impossible to use any tactical coordination, and they can only fight individually on an individual basis.

So the result is that the Republic camp, which has been shrinking and defending, has become the biggest winner watching dogs eat dogs and eating popcorn?

Des Moines had to think about whether the opponent made so many white-headed Taixuan just to stimulate his own mentality.

When there is chaos, everything is chaotic, and they will be stable. The comparison between winning and losing is not about who does better, but who makes fewer mistakes in a balanced situation.

But is it possible...

Unless someone on the other side has a foresight and can foresee what kind of forces will be on board, including his own personality and mentality, he has an incomparable understanding of the alien species, and is even more familiar with their life-saving ability at the bottom of the box than himself, so that he can adapt to local conditions. Out of this chaos.

If there is such a guy——

Des Moines took a deep breath, and felt heart palpitations for no reason. The chill surged through his bones, freezing his limbs and bones.

But then, he recovered with determination: "So what's your answer? People of the Republic! If you want to save the lives of everyone on board, then it's best not to do impulsive things."

Look, this is the good guy, and the good guy gets a gun.

The eight white-headed Taixuan stood in place, and the white-headed Taixuan in the middle of the god blood tilted his head: "Are you the kind of villain in a movie who holds a female supporting role with a gun and then makes the protagonist throw the gun down?"

"If you want to, then I can play this kind of role."

"What happens if I drop the gun?"

"...will be beaten to death by me."

"That's right, everyone is a smart person." The blood version of Baishou Taixuan spread his hands: "So don't make such jokes, do you think we might let go at this time?"

If it were Des Moines, he wouldn't know it, but he wouldn't say: "Is this a life-and-death struggle? If we admit defeat, how about leaving?"