Uplifting Journey

The silver-haired man strolled in the courtyard amidst the roar of the monster and the splashing blood. The slender silver light that ordinary people couldn't see kept shining around him, and all kinds of hideous creatures came rushing towards him one after another, like a broken thread. Like a puppet, he collapsed to the ground and lost his voice.

There was an extremely reliable perpetual war machine charging forward, making a huge noise to attract the attention of the swarm, and Polnareff, who was heading in the other direction, walked a lot more easily.

Ordinary worms can't stop the silver chariot at all, and can't even delay it for a moment—although Polnareff's pure destructive power is far inferior to that of Higashiki Jousuke, who is armed to the teeth, the worms he faces are just Ordinary mutant creatures.

Since there is no soul control of the ultimate life, these bugs have vital points in the biological structure that normal life should have, and they do not have the ability to observe and fight against the double - no matter how thick and strong the armor is, it cannot resist the virtualization The substitute ignores all material obstacles and directly hits the real damage in the body.

Compared with ferocious and mighty giant monsters and swift and stealthy high-speed hunters, Polnareff felt that the large number of mosquito-like poisonous insects were more difficult-fortunately, the swarms could not be like Cheng Bin with a special soul. Create a cell-level weapon with a certain degree of independent mobility.

The lightweight multi-functional protective clothing is effective against weak insects, and with the tight coverage and protection of the silver chariot, Polnareff can still defend against water in a short period of time.

He was not impatient as he followed his inexplicable intuition—although he didn't know the exact location of the enemy, he knew that the target of that person was himself, and time was extremely precious to anyone, and the other party would only be more anxious than him.

Stopping in an open area of ​​the base, Polnareff, whose gaze was a bit wandering, murmured, raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples—a huge amount of information fragments, like waves overflowing a dam, bursts rolled in his soul.

This made his heart rate soar, and his brain was slightly dizzy and excited.

This phenomenon has been happening faintly since the experiment of awakening the Silver Chariot Requiem, but the information flow during this period has increased significantly in intensity.

Polnareff vaguely knew something from the information fragments, just like when he knew the ability and name of the stand-in, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that the truth was always shrouded in hazy fog.

A natural intuition that is obviously very abrupt and unnatural, but trusted, drives him to make constant decisions and actions——

It is a subtle feeling that is difficult to describe, just like the urgent feeling of looking at all the logic of one's words and deeds from a third perspective when one grows up and recalls the dark history of one's childhood.

Standing still in the small square where many military vehicles were parked, Polnareff turned his head and looked around, concentrating on the surrounding environment. He hadn’t seen any bugs for a while, and was silent in this eerie silence. After a while, he raised his head and said, Stop hiding, come out and face me! Diablo!

After a brief silence, a man's voice suddenly sounded from behind Polnareff: Come out to face you? Don't think too highly of yourself, ant.

The red-haired man with his bare upper body showing sharp muscles and his hands in his trouser pockets stepped out from behind an armed off-road vehicle. He looked up and down at Polnareff who turned around sharply, and sighed in a low tone: I want to What you are looking for is not 'Polnareff', the defeated opponent, and what you have to face is not just 'Diablo'.

In front of Polnareff in silver armor, the Crimson King with a miniature face on his forehead slowly emerged from the air, and he showed a strange smile on the vigilant face.

In less than half an hour, what happened around the research base was dazzling. When Jotaro Kujo, whose white windbreaker flaunted like flying wings, tore through the sky, climbed over the mountains and came to the high altitude near the base, what he saw The scene made him so anxious that he couldn't help but subconsciously slow down——

Looking down from a high altitude, the vast research base looks like an ant nest at the moment, with dense black spots rushing out of the various entrances and exits, spreading to all directions of the base in a way with messy details but an unusually harmonious and smooth overall, The ant colony The outermost perimeter has already started exchanging fire with some garrison strongholds far away.

But what attracted Jotaro's attention the most was not the battle between humans and insects on the ground, but the extremely abnormal and dense swirling thundercloud in the area directly above the base where various helicopters, fighter jets, and bombers were hiding and flying.

A huge amount of electric charges flowed around with the rotation of the clouds, and countless tentacles emitting faint fluorescence, whose rough outlines could only be seen through the twisting of the air, seemed to be slowly but quickly drooping from the eye of the vortex above.

A terrifying amount of energy flows between the clouds and the tentacles, and the closer the hanging tentacles get to the ground, the more terrifying their inner light and energy become.

When the height between the tip of the tentacles and the ground breaks through a limit, the white electric light crashes down along the tentacles, completely burning the tentacles in the majestic thunder that resounds through the heavens and the earth. There was a scar of death mixed with red and pitch black.

Every tentacle that descends from the cloud umbrella is accompanied by terrifying thunder, as if there is a super giant thunder jellyfish composed of clouds and electric light, which is slowly descending, touching and exploring the vast land with its tentacles .

The swarms of insects gushing out from the research base were almost completely covered under the broad canopy of the thunder jellyfish. Countless ferocious biological weapons fell helplessly in the sweeping thunder. No creature could escape the canopy alive. The densest thunder tentacles on the edge.

The dense swarms of insects, from those flying in the sky to those drilling underground, are disappearing from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only near the research base with deep lightning protection measures can you see the swarms of insects clustered together without being touched by the thunder Touch.

The platinum star's sophisticated senses allowed Jotaro to clearly see the process of those bugs being killed by lightning, and his instinct almost made him feel that he could smell the stench of charred and carbonized protein.

Such a tragic and hellish scene made him think of some paper projects at the research base—weather control devices and the like.

But Jotaro knew very well in his heart that manipulating thunderclouds to release lightning for precise strikes is definitely not something that human beings can do at the current level of technology. The familiar atmosphere that permeates the clouds and thunder, originating from the soul level, made him for the first time. It was immediately clear who the maker of this scene was.

——The ripple consciousness of the ultimate life, using special biological tissue and electromagnetic energy as the carrier, releases it for wide-area influence, can it actually do this kind of thing? The huge energy is not impossible, but what is needed in this process is not just incredible control and calculation power!

Seeing the situation clearly, Jotaro began to descend cautiously. The fingers of the Platinum Star covering him all the time blurred for a moment, but he raised his hand at a speed that ordinary people could not detect with the naked eye, and gently flicked the jade stone on the neckline of Jotaro's windbreaker. Texture of bloody rings.

After a delay of two or three seconds, Cheng Bin's voice reached Jotaro's ears with almost screaming high-frequency vibrations, and the tone was a little restless and fluctuating: What's the matter? I'm busy.

It's cooling down, it's so cold