The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Even the time will not be too long, it is very likely that it will be something that happened within the last week-the mutated energy overflowing in the heart-born interlayer world will come into contact with the material world to a certain extent, resulting in a weird fusion phenomenon .

Jing'an just happened to enter the realm of this mezzanine world, and thus entered this space by accident.

After noticing Jing'an's invasion, only Guanhu, who was instinctive to the enemy, took the initiative, but did not expect that Jing'an would be able to get rid of the shackles of the illusion, and then punched him.

As compensation for miscalculation, the price Guanhu needs to pay is very exaggerated.

To reshape the spiritual individual, and then maintain the balance of the entire inner world, this series of actions requires consumption of internal energy that is absolutely beyond imagination.

The interlayer space that should have remained in the material world has been accelerated internally, and has lost its independent ability. It has to go back to the next level and rely on the material world to maintain the status quo.

And this is also the reason why Jing'an was able to find the old popsicle dog hair after entering the mezzanine space.

All non-living bodies will be assimilated and copied into it.

But even so, this inner world can still maintain the most basic operating rules.

In other words...

Guan Hu is by no means an ordinary level 2 mutant.

He is likely to be a captain-level figure, and at the same time a strong person at the [3rd level mutation direction-world tree species] level.

Thinking of this, a little bit of fortune came from Jing'an's heart. If it wasn't for maintaining the energy of the inner world, Guanhu would never have a backhand in the first confrontation.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

What's more, it is a dying method for level 3 mutants.

"me…"

Guan Hu in front of him seemed to be plunged into chaos at this time, his eyes began to tremble slightly, as if he remembered some unbearable memories.

"Mission, Winterhold, team..."

Among the nonsense, Jing'an can only barely capture some uncritical conjunctions. Just when he wanted to stay closer and be able to hear more clearly.

Guan Hu in front of him fell into a sluggishness.

His lips trembled, as if squeezing out all the air in his alveoli, he whispered softly.

"Agatha."

The name of the **** of the north was pointed out right now. There was a little unexpected expression on Jing'an's face, but before he could continue to ask anything, he heard a terrible scream again.

"Uh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Like a twisted earthworm, Guan Hu suddenly fell on the ground. His body seemed to be being dragged by the invisible force, and he rose out of thin air almost instantly. Afterwards, his limbs made a sour crunch.

The fascia connecting the muscles and bones was torn, and finally broke from it. Amidst Guan Hu's unspeakable scream, blood from the sky swayed down, falling in front of Jing'an, and there was a rising heat.

Jing'an's expression became a little solemn, and in order to ensure his safety, he stepped back several steps in succession.

it has started.

In order to retrieve the incomplete memory, this is the despair Guan Hu had to go through again.

In other words...he must die again to fully retrieve his memory.

Just like the logical thinking of the chicken or the egg, for the mutants of the illusion pathway, they can pack their memories and hide them deep in their consciousness. As long as you touch the self-set ‘node’, you can reproduce the past and recall all the content.

In terms of the degree of confidentiality alone, the mutants of the fantasy pathway can be said to have achieved the extreme in this respect.

It is no exaggeration to say that if there are no external objects to prompt, and without touching the ‘node’, Guanhu will not notice the slightest abnormality until the end of time.

But at this moment, the balance was suddenly broken by Jing'an.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Under the scream full of breath, the pipe tiger, who had lost all his limbs and left only a ketone body, began to tremble violently. Immediately afterwards, Jing'an saw his chin being torn and pulled, and a scarlet paste-like object was dragged out from it, stretched until it stretched out half a person.

"...!!!"

Without the vocal organ, Guan Hu can only express his pain through the look of struggle.

Then, under Jing'an's gaze, this blood-red strip was uprooted with invisible power until it fell in front of him.

There is no doubt that the behavior shown to Jing'an this time is hardly a cruel behavior that a normal person can perform.

Torture, torture, or torture.

But... who can have this ability to treat a captain-level figure like this?

Through Jiang Yue's memory, Jing'an also had a deeper understanding of the captain-level understanding. These guys have very rich combat experience, coupled with the domain ability that has been able to be used proficiently, facing the lord-level evolution beast will not have too much pressure.

"Winter Fort..."

As the end of this journey, this populous city in the north became increasingly mysterious and terrifying in Jing'an's eyes.

And just as Jing'an was thinking about it, the Guanhu on his head had gradually lost his breath.

Under the pain visible to the naked eye, even a strong man like steel will collapse. His spirit gradually languished at this time, and even the world around him began to appear ripples like water.

The first accident caused the mezzanine world to lose its independence.

The second accident caused a fundamental distortion in the entire world.

It's like an LCD screen that loses its color or gets wind. I don't know when the black and white pure color grid appeared, and gradually began to erode the whole world.

The mezzanine world began to show a tendency to collapse.

At the same time, the pipe tiger on the head gradually faded, until it disappeared into a sheet of flying snow, blending with the surrounding environment.

Jing'an's gaze narrowed, he turned his head, and after a while, he saw another intact pipe tiger walking slowly through the wind and snow.

As long as the inner world exists for one second, Guanhu as the supporter will be reborn infinitely.

His expression became quite sluggish, and his cheeks wanted to sink inward, and even the periphery of his eye sockets was deeply blackened as thick as ink.

It's almost a sense of tiredness visible to the naked eye.

"Federal colleagues, please be sure to bring this information to the top."

"The secret mission of Winterhold failed. The whole special team...

"No one survived."

"Please organize more manpower as soon as possible, and recommend reporting to the mainland control center. With the ability of the federal authorities, I feel that it is impossible to resist."

His lips moaned slightly, and his eyes became hollow and feeble.

"As soon as possible, fast... Otherwise, we won't be able to catch up, this time in the north, catastrophe..."

Obviously, Guanhu is not in a state of being able to communicate.

Jing'an realized that his behavior seemed a little improper—he didn't consider whether Guanhu was still conscious after triggering the memory.

"Banghu! Wait, I have other things to ask..."

As soon as the voice fell, the thin man in front of him merged with the surrounding background. Distorted lines began to appear on his body, together with the background grid, beating with black and white fine lines. Following Jing'an's voice, he raised his head slightly.

A pair of light brown eyes had no light at all, but even so, he continued to hold on, using the twisted lips that had begun to deform, to speak the final message.

"Quick, escape..."