Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"But we don't want to lose and we can't lose," he concluded. "So we need planning and time, so I have two proposals."

"First, everyone on the stage can discuss the battle plan together." Then he seemed to see the obvious cut from the corners of his mouth, "About the warlock or the way of targeting, even without revealing the strength of one's own side. , it can still be done. I believe this will help."

"The second, is that I hope that every game doesn't start right away until Mr. Six is ​​eliminated. We can take a break and stretch as much time as we can. Let everyone recover as well as possible. condition."

Compared with the first suggestion, this one is much more reliable. To be honest, although it feels like a long time has passed, in fact, including the few hours of rest after the first round, it is definitely not more than 7 Hour. It was only because the battles were too intense and exciting that it seemed as if time had passed for a long time.

But in fact, like the first battle of Mahanabo, the battle was as fast as more than ten seconds. On the other hand, Galawa and Fatty's offensive and defensive tug-of-war took less than twenty minutes. Although it is not a real life-and-death confrontation, it is precisely because they know that the other party will not die, so the battle between the two sides is even more tragic. Under normal circumstances, whether the little fat man dared to come up with an Annihilation Star Cannon or a Titan is a question.

The crushing game is not bad, but the second game of Xie Zhifei is not a crushing game. To be honest, the consumption is not small. The legs just slowed down. If the other party's suggestion can really be implemented, at least it is pertinent. After all, although I don't want anyone other than myself to win. But how do you really want to choose the winning party between a party that knows the bottom line, at least on the surface, has a good relationship, and at the same time, the two organizations have restricted and connected each other for decades, and a party that has never heard of and has no knowledge of the basics, as long as it is not a fool Everyone knows what to choose.

"So I hope that you can stop shooting for a while." After talking to the sky for a long time, Maha Nabo finally turned his head back to his opponent. In fact, the latter has been struggling for a long time, because that look really makes people want to sneak attack, but what he said seems to be right. It just broke his head.

"Then... we've been consuming like this?" The cultivator finally didn't make a move, but asked after struggling for a while.

"Actually, I was thinking about this when the Fool's young lady tried to negotiate with the imaginary space to settle it off-site." Mahanabo smiled, "The arena doesn't seem to force them to fight. It looks like this, so I think there is room for manoeuvre here.”

"Of course, it can't be infinite. There will definitely be corresponding prompts. But before that prompt arrives, we can wait for a while. Anyway, no one suffers. Isn't it?"

The cultivator vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the other party's words were full of that kind of harmonious and beautiful socialism... Bah, the breath of convincing people made him nod involuntarily.

Then Mahanabo smiled slightly, then sat down on the ground, and he started to meditate directly, with his feet entwined, and he even closed his eyes, professionally in a mess. Seeing the cultivator on the other side was another pain in the ass. Hey, don't bring this one! I'll really sneak up on it.

In the end, he still didn't do the sneak attack... I always feel that this sentence has appeared several times. But this is not a problem. The problem is that since nothing happened on the field, the stage was lively. After all, although it is impossible to do as Mahanabha said, these are indeed problems! How to eliminate the fifth party first is crucial. The four parties got together and discussed it.

Especially in the imaginary space and the Vatican, Agrace burned the brilliance in her body and wasted half of it. Edward even blew up immediately. The situation on both sides was really bad. Although Luo Yunxi was directly blown up in the preliminary round on the Fool's side, Xie Zhifei and Ji Qinger were the strongest in succession, and they were still able to rank second in terms of strength. second only to the Palace of Vientiane.

After all, No. 6 returned to his previous corner after he got off the field, even if he could hear the voice of Maha Nabo, even though he knew that the other four parties were planning how to deal with him. But he still didn't say a word, this feeling was like a poisonous snake with blood and throat hiding in a corner, ready to give a fatal blow at any time.

Xie Zhifei was also called over, but before he left, he took a deep look at the Mahanabowl on the field. The match between him and Victoria was before the sixth, but the other party was already thinking about how to delay the time. The inner story in the middle is obviously not as simple as it says. For some reason, Xie Zhifei instinctively felt that there was something deeper buried under that perfect face. Something more gloomy, dark and even scary.

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Chapter 113 Outbreak and spike

One minute, one minute passed, Mahanabha just sat there and meditated. The monk was stunned for a while, as if he was looking for what to do. After shaking two steps from side to side, he gave up, took out a silver cross from his neckline, looked at the statue of Jesus, and moved his lips silently.

If Katherine was on the field, she would definitely not be able to do something like this that simply drags time. After all, the mad girl's irritable temperament can't do this at all. It's not as good as her previous way of playing with her opponent, which can prolong the time, of course, if the opponent is beaten enough.

But now the two on the field, the monks of the Vientiane Hall and the monks of the Vatican. The monastic life is much more than normal entertainment, plus the ability to strengthen the body, the physical limit has also greatly disappeared, and you can sit for three days and three nights.

Of course, such a thing is not allowed in the arena. No one knows the mystery of the principle and essence of this kind of thing. No one knows how much smart water it has. How did he distinguish between major organizations, and how did he judge what kind of admit defeat was sincere and what kind was joking. If the former is still the basic 0 or 1 judgment, the computer can also complete it.

Then the question of 'whether it is maliciously delaying time and interfering with the progress of the game' is an absolute fuzzy judgment. The two stood in place and did not make a move. If it was a competition for momentum, loopholes and fatal points? This actually has a substantial impetus for the completion of the game. Is it correct or not? Or, Victoria threw a spot of light at Xie Zhifei every second, and Xie Zhifei scattered the spot of light. With this action, the two could fight for a year without other influences!

Therefore, absolute fuzzy judgment is involved here, which only belongs to the scope of intelligence. And the result of the temptation is obvious, the arena is there. Therefore, the three days and three nights of confrontation between the two did not happen. Only 18 minutes passed. Mahanabo and the monk reacted at the same time, opened their eyes and raised their heads, their eyes confronting each other in the air.

After looking at each other, the cultivator didn't say a word, but he immediately shot! A wave of photons poured out from all over his body, and his right hand was pushed to his chest. A small machine instantly opened, and it extended into a half-meter-square cross. Then a pale yellow light curtain popped up, which turned out to be a piece of Dragon Scale Shield. In the other hand, a black thing also fell out, and under one grip, the slap-width, half-meter-long sword body popped out.

Plastic energy, in fact, most people can use this ability, but it is really not an easy task to condense energy and this kind of direct shaping under simple operation, and even solidify it to be no worse than real matter. Otherwise, the red spear in Xie Zhifei's hand wouldn't have to be tempered by Mr. The monk in front of Mahanabha was obviously one of the best.

In fact, in the last round, he really used this shield to **** all the opponent's attacks, and successfully got close and completed the KO. Although it is only a thin layer of light film, Xie Zhifei has no doubt that the shield's defense will be better than that of steel plates. It is equivalent before the Holy Light is exhausted. The short sword of the same material also chops gold like mud. Although it sounds rustic and not cool, such an ability is really powerful and practical in actual combat.

With a loud shout, he stepped forward, holding the dagger in his left hand high. And the sprinting action was so abruptly stuck.

"It looks like it's over." Maha Nabo opened the corner of his mouth and smiled. This smile was so obviously different from his previous smile. The thin lip on his originally jade-white face was The redness is abnormal, and it is even more so now. The corners of the lips are like rouge buttons that have been broken, and they are torn apart and pulled upwards. The mysterious breath spreads out on the holy face, as if sticking. Thick blood flowed out from the inside.

This kind of scene is extremely strange. The monk holding the scaly shield and the middle of one hand is like an ancient Roman soldier rushing to the battlefield, but it is forbidden in mid-air like that. The muscles on the body still maintain their due tension and relaxation, as if a powerful force will burst out in the next moment. But it was still in mid-air, unable to move. Like worms in amber.

This is the second time such a scene has appeared! In Mahanabha's first match, so did the blade that was his opponent. I can only watch him walk in step by step, but I can only stand still! In the end, he was knocked down to the ground by the Mahanabowl. Haven't woken up yet.

No one knows what Mahanabha's ability is, and as a seed, he may be the most mysterious one. He became famous a decade earlier than fellow seed gun bearer Sand. When he was two years old, he was called the gift of this era by the Vientiane Hall until Catherine appeared. What makes people strange is that he has been kept with great hope since he was a child, but he has never done tasks or other activities.

Hermitage, hermitage, hermitage, a hermitage is more than ten years. Even before this arena, there were rumors that his position was unstable in the Hall of Vientiane. Until he stood up by himself, and what the ability of this former gift was, he still had no way of knowing.

"It should be at the spiritual level." This is the consensus that everyone has reached, mind power, or something similar.

Mahanabo stood up and walked towards the monk step by step, neither fast nor slow, as if the scene from the first scene was going to be repeated again. Many people on the field frowned. After all, in the second round, when everyone's trump cards are almost the same, one person has not shown anything yet, which naturally makes people worry.

"Okay, let's go here." Mahanabah stood in front of the monk, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder the same way. Just when everyone thought that the cultivator should fall, a dull sound rang out, and the cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood. The red blood was filled with golden bits and pieces, sticky like syrup.

Mahanabo's movements froze for a moment, and it was just this stagnation that blood fell on the shield in the monk's hand, and then the shield ignited. Then came the sword, and then the blood in his mouth, and the holy flame burned from the inside of the monk's body from the inside out, wrapping his whole being inside.

Holy fire again! However, unlike Agrace, there was no crown on the monk's head, and no god-like consciousness awakened from his body. His light is not enough! But this burning light made him no longer a fish on a chopping board. The rising flame burned quietly, and the air around him was twisted, as if something substantive was being slowly burned to soften. And he began to move with difficulty, moving so rigidly, like a puppet or a tin soldier or something. But at least he started moving.

Mahana Bowl withdrew his hand and took a step back. The smile on his face disappeared completely, and his face was full of chills. If it was said that the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows a moment ago, now it is the angry eyes of the King Kong. In this case, the cultivator, who was originally difficult to act, became even more difficult. As if the air that had just melted was about to condense again, wrapping him in it.

"Roar-!!" Roaring, the burning Agrace also roared at the Titan like this, and the monk who was about to be suppressed now also roared at the Mahanabo like this. A huge voice like a dragon roar burst out from his chest. The holy flame on his body rose again, and the tongue of flame rose almost two meters high. Like the sound of glass bursting, he finally broke free!

The short one-handed sword more than doubled in size under the flames, and the raised arm was finally about to slash. The next moment, he fell to the ground. Everyone only saw darkness in front of them. Then all the holy flames, swords and shields disappeared. The monk fell to the ground, and Mahanabo stood there, his expression extremely ugly. There was no joy after winning, as if he was the one who lost.

It's as if everyone's memories of a certain time segment were stolen, and then the two segments were forcibly spliced ​​together. They recalled the fragmentary memory of their disappearance, and could only vaguely recall that a huge black phantom appeared behind the Mahana Bowl. And Xie Zhifei felt a familiar feeling.

The feeling of belonging to the devil.

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Chapter 114 Interlude

No matter how strange it was, the fact that Mahanabo killed the monk in seconds would never change. The white light lit up and the two returned to the stage, and the next group played again. Nazarudinsha, the spear bearer of the Vientiane Hall, was the seed of the Vientiane Hall for two consecutive matches, and the last non-seed stood opposite him, and it was not only this match that was instantly clear.

There are only two remaining people, just like the previous battle between Luo Yunxi and Edward, Chen Bingyi, the only remaining seed of the Fool is the existence of the battle. And his opponent is also a seed, the black robe Scipio!

The air pressure on the Fool's side dropped suddenly, and the youngest Luo Yunxi didn't know how to hide her expression, and panic was almost written on her face.

Chen Bingyi pursed his lips, and his slightly thin lips were directly pressed into a line, and then they were pulled apart. "Think I can't win?" He reached out and rubbed Luo Yunxi's head. The neat bun on the little Taoist priest's head was caught in a mess. A strand of hair was thrown here, and there was a sway there. Instead, the little adult had the appearance of a child of his age.

"No, Brother Bingyi will definitely win!" Luo Yunxi reached out to block his hand, and hurriedly replied, "But... but... encountering other seeds at such an early stage will consume a lot of money, and the subsequent games will suffer..."

"Are you stupid?" Luo Yunxi's far-fetched excuse made Chen Bingyi smile and joked. When will the talisman master worry about the consumption of the opponent? And what he has learned is not an ordinary talisman.

Luo Yunxi also realized that she was wrong, and her face blushed a little. Chen Bingyi didn't mean to continue joking, he is a qualified leader and knows how to ease the atmosphere when there is a problem. More clearly, how much relief can be achieved.

"The situation is indeed not optimistic," he paused for a while before continuing. "There are three questions." He raised his voice to confirm that the members of the Fool around him, especially Xie Zhifei and Ji Qinger, who seemed to be a little out of the circle at the beginning, heard it, and turned their heads before continuing to speak.

"The fifth party, the ability of that number six, and the corresponding cracking method. This is the first. Similarly, the Mahanabha of the Vientiane Temple, this is the second. And how can we defeat Scipio at the lowest possible cost. Of course the third thing is mainly my business."

"It's also the whole Fool's business!" Luo Yunxi was obviously dissatisfied with what he said, and interrupted, "If Brother Bingyi loses, the Fool will have no hope in this arena of destiny..."

"Yunxi!" Chen Bingyi yelled at him, "The Fate Arena has never been won by seeds! Even if I lose, the Fool still has two promotions." His voice was extremely serious.

Xie Zhifei really didn't expect such a big reaction from him, after all, Luo Yunxi was right in general. Even though he and Ji Qinger have both made it to the quarterfinals, but one organization has finished with both seeds, it is unrealistic to think that he can win the championship. Even if he didn't think about admitting defeat, he wanted to win, but he would never deny this kind of real thing in a pure probability sense. On the contrary, the more he understood his situation, the more he would struggle with all his strength. Do your best to fight. This is either the advantage or the sadness of the pessimist.

"Apologize." Chen Bingyi said this to Luo Yunxi again and again.

"But…"

"Don't forget, a large part of the reason why the scene became like this is because you lost." As soon as Chen Bing threw a big move, Luo Yunxi suddenly became speechless, and her face instantly turned pale. How could he forget it, no accident, this incident will even become one of his psychological shadows for a long time to come.

"I'm sorry." Regardless of Luo Yunxi, Chen Bingyi turned to Xie Zhifei and Ji Qinger, "Please do the best you can." He bowed his head, bent over, and bowed properly. Even if he still doesn't agree with Xie Zhifei's identity as the second generation, even if the contradiction between the old school and the new school remains, it does not affect him bowing his head to the two at this moment for the Fool to obtain the greatest benefit.