833: C833 As Cannon Fodder

C833 As Cannon Fodder

"Don't you see I'm standing here?"

Lau Hanqing rolled his eyes.

Ning Lo walked straight to the foreign soul that was still standing there. He did the same thing and scared it out of its mind.

"Hey... what are you doing? The soul search has already been done. Why are you still trying to kill me?"

"Just to be safe!"

I don't want their souls to fall into the hands of others. I want to know the secrets of mechas. " In addition, they are all enemies. Outsiders who invade Earth don't seem to need to be merciful to the enemy. "

"There is no need to destroy their souls. This seems to be against heaven."

Lau Hanqing sighed.

"It's against the heavens. It's their own fault!"

"If you have completely searched their souls, do you not know what they did to Old Mi's soldiers when they were in the outer seas?"

Lau Hanqing was rendered speechless by these words.

Of course he knew.

The purpose of these baboons coming to Earth was to hunt.

And their target was every living human.

They killed all humans. They extracted the energy from the humans' blood to create offensive mechs, while they collected the souls of humans to strengthen their bodies.

In short, these alien hunters were nomadic people in the galaxy. They did not have fixed planets or landing points. They traveled through the space-time tunnel all the way through the universe, jumping into other dimensions to hunt other races to support their survival.

This method was somewhat similar to the nomads in interstellar legends. Darkness, bloodthirst, and coldness!

"In the end, I am only paying an eye for an eye. It is not against heaven's will."

"If you say that, I really have nothing to say."

Nodding his head, Lau Hanqing knew he could not argue with Ning Lo on this matter.

He did not want to continue discussing this topic with Ning Lo.

At the same time, his heart gradually became clear. The Ning Lo in front of him was no longer the Ning Lo of the past.

After a fall, the once soft-hearted Ning Lo became as hard as steel.

This was forced by the environment, forcing him to adapt to this cruel world better.

"Let's talk about this mecha. According to the Sikh clan's method, this mecha doesn't seem to be of much use to us."

Using fresh blood as the source of energy, coupled with a powerful soul force to control a mecha, to humans, it didn't seem to have much meaning.

"If we use their Sikh clan's method, it is indeed not of any use. After all, we cannot be as cold-blooded as them. " However, it does not mean that this mecha is useless. "

"The Sikh clan's energy utilization method is somewhat extreme. It is also somewhat unexpected. However, one must admit that this mecha is indeed terrible! As long as we replace the energy source, this mecha can still be used. It's just that it can't be used by ordinary people. It must be used by people with extremely powerful divine souls."

"In other words, even if this mecha was obtained by Old Mi, most of them wouldn't be able to use it. On the contrary, we, the Dragon Country, are able to use it."

"Are you saying that we should replace it with fresh blood and let Ancient Martial Cultivator pilot this mecha?"

"Anyone below the Profound Stage realm can do it. After all, the strength of a Cultivator below the Profound Stage realm is far inferior to a body refining cultivator. However, these people's souls are strong enough. Driving this kind of mecha is equivalent to increasing their strength in both directions."

"That's right! The strength of a Qi Refining cultivator below the Profound Stage realm is indeed not comparable to a body refining cultivator. " If this mecha can really be used, even if ordinary people can't use it, they can still arm a large number of Qi Refining cultivators below the Profound Stage realm. "In this way, a large number of combat strength that can only be seen on the surface can be converted into true combat strength."

"Is it possible that you want to replace this energy source?"

"How would I know if I don't try? Moreover, the Sikh clan seems to be looking for the possibility of replacing fresh blood as energy source. They provided some inspiration and brought this mecha back. Give it to the relevant department. I believe that there will be a genius in Dragon Country with two billion people who can solve this problem."

After saying that, Ning Lo jumped into the mecha.

Due to the soul search earlier, Ning Lo had mastered all the technology that the Sikh Race had.

Naturally, driving this mecha was no longer China.

"A mecha that uses fresh blood as its source of energy. I feel a little disgusted, but in order to complete the mission, I tolerated it."

He muttered something in his mouth.

Lau Hanqing also jumped into the mecha beside him.

With a series of operations, the two mechas closed the hatch again.

Ning Lo, who was sitting in the cockpit of the mecha, looked at the words that he could not understand an hour ago. At this moment, it was as if he was speaking in his native language.

"Old man, you were hoping that this Soul Searching Technique would be used to carry out missions and interrogations, but you didn't expect it to have the effect of stealing the technology of the alien race, right?"

With a knowing smile, Ning Lo waved his hand at Lau Hanqing. Immediately, he piloted his mecha and leaped into the air. He jumped off a cliff that was a few hundred meters high.

Behind him, Lau Hanqing followed suit.

When the two shiny silver mechas fell to one-third of the ground, they suddenly began to change shape.

In less than a second, the human-shaped mechs turned into two small fighter jets and flew into the sky.

Its speed was faster than any fighter jets Ning Lo had ever seen on Earth. It tore through the sound barrier and entered the supersonic cruise.

It was thousands of kilometers from Las Vegas to Washington.

The two of them drove two mechs and arrived in less than an hour.

Washington, suburbs.

In a military camp set up specifically for the reinforcements from Dragon Country.

Ye Chen, who hadn't slept the whole night, sat up from his cot.

He had rushed over from Dragon Country in a hurry. The days of jet lag had made him miserable.

In addition to the fact that he had been locked up in the military camp and had completely sealed off all contact with the outside world, many warriors of Dragon Country, including him, were somewhat anxious.

"F * ck! What the hell is Old Mi doing? He said he's here to support us! What the hell is he trying to do by leaving us here?! "I'm a warrior. I'll die on the battlefield even if I die. "If you keep idling around like this, you will suffocate me to death!"

At the side, Bao Butong also sat up and complained endlessly.

"What's the use of whining? This is Old Mi's territory. If he doesn't let us go, we won't be able to do it. We can only wait. In my opinion, Old Mi's situation isn't urgent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left us here."

On the side, another soldier from the garrison sneered.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think. Old Mi is preparing to let us die."

Lying opposite of Bao Butong, Hu Fei had a blade of grass in his mouth, and his eyes were dim.1

"What do you mean?"

"If I'm not wrong, Old Mi will have other World Breaking Points to break through, and these outsiders should be extremely difficult to deal with. Old Mi wants us to fill this hole. In short, he wants us 120 people to be cannon fodder."

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