The Mechanical Slayer Symbolizing the End

Regarding the messenger's story, Muwei briefly fell silent and raised her paws: "So what, I just want to kill some alien species, and what I want to do most now is to slap you!"

The messenger had become calm again without realizing it, and said, "It seems that you have no chance."

The next moment, the red light radiated again.

boom!

With a story of moving mouths, the runaway hit him.

The messenger's drone barrier resisted the attack, but Muwei was unable to get himself a space to survive because he had distanced himself from the messenger.

The wooden tail, who had just been resurrected, was directly bombarded out.

The scene was silent.

Then the messenger walked towards the Gotou worm without saying a word.

"Damn it, a bunch of waste..." Gotou worm's trembling limbs tried to support his body, but the pain from his body finally made it fall down.

The lower abdomen was damaged and the storage capsule leaked, and all the things inside were spilled out because of this sudden.

Some human skins are mixed with various instruments scattered all over the ground.

The messenger came to these instruments and leaned down...

Puff!

The sharp claws pierced the messenger's "Miss"'s chest and lifted it up.

The werewolf's tall figure seemed even stronger under the moon. His huge claws held up a very helpless "beauty" and his blood was scattered in the night sky, as if a rose blown by the wind.

"How...will..." The messenger opened his eyes wide and his expression fluctuated so violently for the first time.

But soon, a few thoughts flashed through its mind, and in the end all the impressions were frozen in the man in white and black clothes.

"It was him...what..."

The hair on the wood tail has severe burning marks, but is recovering.

A large piece of fine and soft mucus floated on his body, which was blown and broken down by the wind.

...

"Although you said that I would hide it on Muwei to block a shot before the decisive moment, I think this 'gun' is a bit out of order."

"How is the situation?"

"What's going on? I didn't have time to experience it. The body on Muwei's body would have lost its feeling. It can be said that it was about to die. If you hadn't asked me to bring a few clones to mat, I wouldn't be able to stop it alone."

"Well, you have a good rest and recover."

"If there are fragments that suit me, please stuff them directly, thank you, don't let me sacrifice in vain!"

"Okay, okay."

...

The fugitives around them witnessed this scene, and the tense strings in their hearts finally relaxed at this moment.

"Yeye Walt waswolf killed the messenger! Repeat, Yeye Walt werewolf killed the messenger!"

"We won! That's great!"

"Just a messenger, but that's it."

"What should I do with this werewolf?"

"If he is obedient, he will keep him and give him the highest treatment, but if he is disobedient, it is a pity."

"This is the power of the Ye Howling clan. It can even survive the attack we just made. If possible, I really want to study it carefully."

"You think we have done a lot of research on the Ye Howling clan, but we haven't gained much so far, so save it."

"By the way, where did that human journalist go?"

"He has been standing there for a long time in the big square of Central Park."

"Now I can bring him. I'm curious where he, a human, came from, has such a magical power. Has he picked up some missing technology?"

The escaped aliens have begun to discuss subsequent preparations.

How much benefit they can get from the technology brought by the messenger and how much technology can be reproduced, and whether this victory marks their continued as they are today, and can gradually redevelop without the knowledge of the hostile faction and then get everything back.

Even if everything is just a short dream after this victory, they seem to have the confidence to do this dream... right?

Outside the atmosphere of the earth, accompanied by a strange picture distortion, a huge spacecraft appeared.

In the cabin, the yellow octopus-headed star man has locked in this tiny planet.

The spacecraft emitted a white light, directly illuminating the dark night in this area on the earth, and it was bright.

The dream that the fugitives had just started, but they were awakened before they could taste the sweetness in the dream.

"Fleet's ship!"

"Impossible! The messenger should have already…!"

"It's over! We're over!"

...

Wooden tail threw the messenger to the ground and looked at the light around him.

The moonlight was blocked, and he felt that he had come back from his previous excitement and became a little tired.

However, he still stared at a humble metal rod held in the messenger's hand: "Is this..."

"Although I don't know why... I still got it..." The messenger looked at the light reflected in the sky and made a pilgrim-like expression with Goto's face.

When it was pierced by a wooden tail, it was only a short distance from the sender.

And at the moment it is lifted, it all hopes that it is its own skin, because in this way, its tentacles have enough distance to reach the sender.

It was extremely desperate, but at this moment, the silver-gray mucus raised the sender pointing at its finger and held it into its hand.

Mucus?

Why should I help me with mucus?

The messenger who was lifted and fell to the ground was no longer able to think about these things, and the final will drove the body to activate the sender.

The coordinates are conveyed, and the fleet... is coming.

The messenger closed his eyes and died in a foreign land, but it seemed as if his soul had returned to his hometown.

Its mission is completed...

Completed...

Finish……

...

“Good done!”

Wan Yi on the rooftop pressed the shutter and said happily.

...

In the main square of Central Park, Wan Yi stood in the center of the square and did not mean to look up at the sky.

He invited the "mechanical sermon" of the final scene of the drama, not to worship him.

"statistics."

"There are about one hundred living creatures left inside the building."

"There are more than 30 living creatures in the southeast corner of the building."

"There are more than 300 living creatures in the main entrance of the building."

"There are more than 70 active creatures on the street on the west side."

...

Voices are reported in my mind.

One by one, Wan Yi squatted in every corner of this area, recording what he saw and reporting it at this moment.

"Finally, the total bioconservative sum within the planning scope is above 500, which meets expectations. Can you start?"

"Start." Wan Yi thought.

As the beginning of the speech fell, several clones took out various instruments at the same time, either using a fruit knife to cut the belly like a fun thing, or pierced the artery with artistic dysfunction, or simply wiped their necks with a straightforward and frantically hit the wall next to them, and some jumped down from the high building without any synchronization of faith.

...

First, the ceremony does not have strict geographical requirements, but it is best to be in a flat and low-lying area and have a highland that stands out compared to the surrounding area. Artificial buildings can also meet this requirement.

Secondly, the starting of this ritual requires more than ten lives. On the basis of ten, the more you increase, the higher the probability of success. The more painful the method of death, the more stable the ritual.

Third, the ceremony requires five hundred living and intelligent lives. This is a real sacrifice. The second activation condition is not included in this number. The sacrifice does not require action, consent, response, and willingness, but only needs to be within the scope of the ceremony.
To be continued...