Chapter 1765

"Yang Yuefan, I'm just a microcosm of this era, and there will always be people who will choose the path I take." Deng Tengda was walking in the empty corridor. His face turned pale and his feet were a little staggering, as if he were being chased by something.

The confrontation between him and Yang Yuefan in subspace ended with Yang Yuefan's complete victory.

"You don't want to ask me for mercy, do you? Then try your best, dantenda. You know my attitude towards traitors Yang Yuefan's bleak voice echoed through the warship's communication system in the ship: "I will find you, crush you bit by bit, strip your soul, and put it in the eternal flame of subspace to enjoy eternal pain."

"The pain is meaningless to me. Yang Yuefan, you have also gone to the evil way." Deng Tengda stumbled open another hatch and rushed into a laboratory: "I betrayed the relevant departments, but I have never betrayed the entire human civilization."

"The special office was officially cancelled by the high-level vote of relevant departments." Yang Yuefan responded to Deng Tengda, and at the same time represented that his intangible things were also closer to Deng Tengda: "the will and interests of the relevant departments represent the will and interests of the entire human civilization."

"You are qualified to represent human beings, he is qualified to represent human beings, and I am qualified to represent human beings." Deng Tengda chuckled indifferently and avoided a suddenly distorted area: "in the past countless samsara, we have been deeply affected by chaos. My choice is just to return to the origin, and giving up resistance is not as difficult as you imagine."

"It's not as hard to resist as you think." Yang Yuefan's figure appeared in front of Deng Tengda: "if you have to argue, you can take this as our personal enmity."

The invisible power was distorted little by little, and Tengda felt as if he had been thrust into a millstone and crushed into mud from the bottom up.

"Our resistance time after time is just a more interesting script for the evil gods. Our resistance is meaningless." Deng Tengda spat out a big mouthful of blood: "it's like a puppet in a fixed theater. Why don't we look at the problem in another direction? We can show value. What we can do is better than those bloodletting people, nagaling!"

"I can still think of myself as the king of infinite space, even if I'm locked in a nut shell." Yang Yuefan said happily: "and you, I promise before serving your master, will be completely forgotten, again and again, as long as I still exist, you have no chance!"

"Oh? Really? " Deng Tengda laughed and vomited out a large piece of visceral debris. Obviously, like Yang Yuefan, he has already broken away from the primitive human life system. Even though he has been twisted into a twist under his chest, he can still speak: "what is your card against chaos? Xu Yichen? Which variable? "

Yang Yuefan's eyebrows are slightly stirred. He has been on guard against Deng Tengda's deployment of his rear hand against Xu Yichen. For him, the time taken for him to "jump back" from the frigate to the colonial ship is negligible.

Even if the other party has any conspiracy against Xu Yichen, it will be too late to implement it.

Deng Tengda's flesh and blood suddenly dissimilated, as if a spider's Web shot toward the whole room, blocking Yang Yuefan in the middle: "I know what's here, but do you know?"

Deng Tengda's flesh and blood condensed into a drill bit, which easily penetrated the alloy wall of the laboratory and pulled a square metal box out of another compartment.

Yang Yuefan knew what was in the box, the mysterious meteorite from subspace, the mysterious meteorite with green skin biomass, but it had little effect on psychic power.

Deng Tengda's physical changes are not only physical changes, but also ideological changes. If he was a psychic with the color of chaotic worshippers before, he is a pure subspace creature now.

The transformation of this germplasm made Deng Tengda even fight against Yang Yuefan to a certain extent.

Yang Yuefan is bound in place by the web of flesh and blood. On the spiritual level, he is facing the same disgusting psychic tentacles, which are constantly projecting to him with the pollution of subspace, trying to assimilate him.

But just give Yang Yuefan a little time, he can suppress Deng Tengda again. What he is really worried about is the meteorite dragged out by Deng Tengda. What he does not know about that meteorite can be used as a card by the other party?

And, what kind of backhand did Deng Tengda bury to threaten Xu Yichen in a place he could not feel?

Vitoria was directly "thrown" back to her room by Yang Yuefan. The room was full of all kinds of domestic garbage. Because the automatic cleaning robot did not have the right to enter her room, it suddenly looked like a hotbed for Naju worshippers.

The samurai woke up from this pile of garbage. The bottom of her buttocks was full of flattened cans, and the residual liquor had been fermented with time, giving off a bad smell.

Fortunately, Vitoria can't pay attention to these problems now. She doesn't know how long she was in a coma during the previous transmission, so she can only contact Charleson Manson immediately: "what's the situation now?""Both of them are gone. I guess they are no longer in the colonial ship. I don't have the right to take over the radar. I can only rely on speculation." Charleson's voice came through the headset, which made the samurai feel relieved: "this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yang Yuefan is not here. Do you think..."

the communication system suddenly goes offline. The rustling silent noise occupies the whole channel. Vitoria knocks on the communication headset, and there is no response: "Damn it, I know there will always be an accident!"

Vitoria tidied up her equipment, pushed the hatch open and headed for Charleson's area. Although she knew that the weapons she was carrying might not do effective damage to the enemy she was facing, she still felt that these weapons gave her courage.

At least I won't die unarmed. The samurai picked up a tin of beer on the floor. Half of it was gone, and she poured it down.

On the other side, Charleson Manson, in the control room, was also checking the lines, as if the entire colonial surveillance system had failed in a flash.

"Oh? What a sad existence, human beings do not need you, chaos does not need you, your compatriots are nearly extinct, what do you insist on A voice suddenly echoed through the communication system throughout the monitoring room: "what's the point of living here?"

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