About my super space sniper battle

【Walk out of the snowfield, go to spring, go home. 】

On the day of the Xiantong Festival, the sun was shining brightly on Yulu Mountain, and the sky was as clear as water. The Protoss swept away the bad luck of yesterday's annihilation of the Overwatch Council's entire army, and amidst the laughing and joking noises of hundreds of fairy children, they were beaming again.

Lord Yan Xiao, the manager of Huo Dongxing's jurisdiction, brought Bei Tao down to the dungeon early in the morning to pick him up.Seeing Yan Xiao, Xu Chuan burst into tears: "Yan Xiao, you are so cruel! Leave me here!"

"Okay, just one night, but it's much more comfortable than staying on the snowy field. Besides, no one else has seen you being so hypocritical." Yan Xiao gave him a ruthless look, opened the door of the cell, and invited the mayor of Guangyi And the director, Xu Shihui, Xin Wang and others.Just as Xu Chuan was about to step forward with one foot, Yan Xiao glared back at him:

"What are you doing out there?"

"I..." Xu Chuan was taken aback, and asked tentatively, "Reinforce you?"

Need not.Yan Xiao pushed him back to the cell: just wait for us here.

"Xu Chuan, you used to work in the timing committee, and you have a lot of old acquaintances. If you are recognized before the sacrifice, it may cause confusion." Huo Dongban, the security chief, patted his humanoid fighting beast arm, "Furthermore, you both Can't manipulate the brains of other protoss, and can't exert its own interdimensional advantages in the sixth dimension..."

All in all, it's pretty useless.Director Huo Dong smiled sweetly, but that's what he meant.

Xu Chuan yelled in grievance, and hid in the corner of the cell.

The ember project team headed by the new king and Xu Shihui moved their hands and feet, stepped out one after another, and took the priest's robe and prayer mask from Yan Xiao.

"Fang Qing—a member of the Xinsheng Party on Yulu Mountain—went down the mountain overnight last night, and has joined the patriarch Zaiwei." Yan Xiao carefully put on the priest's robe for the new king, and explained softly, "At this moment, the Goddess of Destiny is guarding Outside the mountain gate, only the wolf smoke is waiting."

good.The new king caught a glimpse of a large circle of black and blue under Yan Xiao's eye sockets, and knew that the other party must have stayed up all night last night. "Your Majesty has worked hard."

Yan Xiao laughed and waved his hand lightly.She turned around and took the heavy box in Bei Tao's hand, and suddenly opened it. It was full of dark pulse weapons.

The lethality is so great that even the battle-tested Captain Hu Fu couldn't help being speechless when he glanced at it from a distance.

"Although I don't think it's necessary." Yan Xiao pursed his lips, "But the Governor means that you should still carry weapons with you, just in case."

"Mr. Heiyang said that?" Xu Shihui bowed down and picked up a gun, weighed it, and glanced at Yan Xiao.

Um.Black Sheep's lover nodded. "When I thought about it later, it wasn't unreasonable. I just hope... I hope you use it carefully." She paused, and finally spoke for her own people, "The people on Yulu Mountain are arrogant and arrogant, and they don't change their ways, but in the end . . . death is not a crime, is it?"

Um.The new king patted her on the shoulder. "Understood, you tell Mr. Black Sheep that we will not harm the remaining Protoss unless it is absolutely necessary."

good.Yan Xiao smiled. The situation has developed ups and downs in the past few days, and she finally felt a little relieved at this point.The guards of the dungeon had been replaced by Qimei's Newborn Party members from Yulu Mountain. The group of people in the cell were dressed in priestly robes and prayer masks, and were carefully led out by Yan Xiao to a side hall.

"Okay, I'm going to follow the Governor to the Baiwu Hall. It's not convenient for people to see us together anymore." Yan Xiao habitually supported the saber at his waist and nodded, "Everyone, take care."

Take care.

"I'll see you at the Fairy Boy Festival."

The new king smiled: "At the Fairy Boy Festival, it's better not to meet your true colors."

Oh, too.Yan Xiao scratched his head. "Then...see you in spring."

Well, see you in spring.

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More than [-] young children who participated in the sacrificial ceremony were cleaned up by the Internal Affairs Bureau, dressed up and dressed up, and they chased each other up to the huge altar in front of the Baiwu Hall.The children present at the meeting were ignorant, their expressions proud as if they were performing on stage; they didn't know the true meaning of the Fairy Child Sacrifice, and they didn't know that after today, there would never be such a sacrifice in Yulu Mountain.

At the foot of Yulu Mountain, the silver-white Goddess of Destiny is quietly dormant.Inside the Iron Walled City, some of the fairy children's parents gathered together on the altar, with solemn eyebrows, no one had the heart to talk to each other, and only quietly looked at the Yulu Mountain in the distance.

The sun is getting brighter, and the auspicious time for the Fairy Boy Festival has arrived.Tens of thousands of protoss on Yulu Mountain, dressed in splendid attire, assembled around the Baiwu Hall, and looked forward to it from the inside to the outside in strict order of respect.

After the sound of the majestic drums, the officers of the Internal Affairs Bureau were beaming, and they took the lead to walk to the well-dressed head of affairs, Qi Mei, holding a tray inlaid with jade.

"Trial reagent." The officer said Yan Yan with a smile, and a burst of white air came out of his moist lips.Her nose was red from the cold, but she still looked at Qimei respectfully, "Please, chief purser."

Qimei lowered her eyelashes, staring at the crystal clear liquid in the syringe.

——"Trial Reagent?"

After digging out the suitcase containing the reagents from under Qimei's bed, Xinwang squatted on the ground, frowning and staring at the neat rows of reagents in the box. "Is this the thing?"

— not at all!At that time, Qimei was dragged aside by Wuhuada, her mouth was stuffed with white silk, she wanted to argue but couldn't speak.

"The success rate of genetic modification is only 10%, and the technology is very rough." Xu Shihui leaned over and shook his head, "According to my father, the side effects of the test reagents are not only the 90% chance of producing veterinary mutations; After the barrier of consciousness is established in the brain, under the action of the reagent, the amyloid β precursor protein in the injected human brain will also increase sharply, and it will continue to precipitate in the body."

——What kind of protein, what kind of thing, what happens when it precipitates?Qimei's arms were cut back, thinking angrily.

"Yes. The amyloid β precursor protein keeps accumulating in the brain until it erodes the mind." The black sheep nodded, "Alzheimer's disease, which is what they call senile dementia, is also caused by this For so many years, the Protoss has been unaware of this, thinking that they are the chosen one, one tenth of that lucky one."

Qimei was stunned, and her body, which was bound still rigid, suddenly softened.

"Only neuroprosthetics can save the six-dimensional people from such a brain." The new king sighed softly and shrugged, "It's a pity that the Protoss don't understand anything."

--do not understand anything.

I'm not even one of the lucky 10%.

Qimei pursed her lips, took the syringe on the tray, asked the secretary to lead a young child over, picked up his arm, and stabbed the child's arm hard.

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—

The youngest son didn't care that what was injected into his body was only saline, and he was full of grievances and cried loudly.

Qimei patiently handed the syringe back to the Internal Affairs Bureau, waved her hand, and signaled the people below to do the same.Five hundred young children were injected one by one, crying one after another, panicking.

Finally, the injection was finished, and the giant drum beside Qimei rang loudly. Qimei looked up at the sky, waved her cloak, knelt down on one knee in the direction of the sacred tree, and began to pray.

Beside him, a masked figure in a priest's robe held a drumstick, and made three loud bangs on the drum. The gods around the White Martial Hall knelt down piously, facing the head of the sacred tree like their leaders. The direction is sincerely praying.Xu Shihui stood beside Qimei's body quietly, and the palms holding the drumsticks felt a little wet, and he was getting nervous.

He felt that his priest's robe was pulled slightly by someone, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye, it was the new king standing beside him.

He smiled and gently squeezed the man's hand under his robe.

The protoss who participated in the sacrifice began to collectively remove the barrier of consciousness to the sacred tree.Xu Shihui held his breath, and the countless chaotic thoughts in the air suddenly became as calm as the water surface of a lake after Qimei knelt down on one knee.The pious belief made these unrepentant protoss defenseless, and exposed their lack of independent thinking brains to the low-dimensional people.

Xu Shihui took a breath, and his strong mental power shot into the brains of the god clan elders like ten thousand arrows, and he established another team of worker bees.He walked quickly, like a faithful priest, holding a magic weapon and passing in front of the praying protoss, passing on the teachings of the God of Time.

Every time he takes a step forward, his mental power touches more brains, and the cognitive instructions increase.

The new king, the mayor of Guangyi, the director Huo Dong, Hu Fu and the animal trainers of the ember project team supported the long magic weapon of the gods, wore priestly robes, and scattered in different directions from Xu Shihui, submerged in the quiet crowd , firmly capturing the consciousness of the devout people.

Qimei knelt down on one knee, with her palms on her knees, witnessing this scene, she was shocked.

——Qicheng, did you see it?He was short of breath.

And Hei Yang only calmed down his breathing, and his trembling fingers also stabilized: concentrate, don't be so sentimental all the time.

Finally, Xu Shihui's voice sounded from the end of the queue: "Get out of the snowfield—"

Qimei raised her head, and the protoss in front of her stood up one after another, with miraculous brilliance on their faces, they all spoke in unison and shouted loudly: "Get out of the snowfield!"

Yan Xiao sighed in surprise, and couldn't help shouting: Get out of the snow field!Get out of the snow field!

Qimei glanced at her: "Stop yelling, childish."

snort.Yan Xiao pouted, vaguely feeling that the mentor in front of him was different.But she couldn't tell what was different, and her mind was moved by the miraculous scene in front of the Baiwu Hall, because the protoss who had always indulged in privileges and pleasures on Yulu Mountain, all had bright eyes at this moment. Cry from the bottom of my heart:

Get out of the snow field.

Get out of the snow field.

Outside the mountain gate, the long-awaited patriarch Zaiwei finally stared at a cluster of wolf smoke rising in the direction of Yulu Mountain.

"Riesling, look." He handed the binoculars to the people around him.

The second and third clusters of wolf smoke followed suit.

"—Shi Hui and the others succeeded!" Dr. Xu shouted excitedly. He turned around and ran into the Goddess of Destiny, and ran to his wife, "Quiet, quiet! You can go home now!!"

There was a burst of earth-shattering cheers from the foot of the mountain.Both the civilians on the snowfield and the displaced passengers of HAH367 have waited too long for this day.

Walk out of the snow field, go to spring, and go home.