Vol 3 Chapter 1618: Yang Yuefan's battle

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"Yang Yuefan, I am just a microcosm of this era. Someone will always choose the path I take." Deng Tengda walked on the deserted corridor, his face pale and his feet staggered, as if being chased by something. .
　　 The clash between him and Yang Yuefan in the subspace ended with Yang Yuefan's complete victory.
"You don't want to beg me for mercy? Then you can work hard, Deng Tengda, you know my attitude towards traitors." Yang Yuefan's cold voice echoed in the spaceship through the battleship's communication system: "I I will find you, crush you bit by bit, strip your soul, and place it in the eternal pain in the eternal flame of the subspace."
"Pain is meaningless to me, Yang Yuefan, you are already on an evil path." Deng Tengda stumbled open another hatch and rushed into a laboratory: "I betrayed the relevant department, but I never Have never betrayed the entire human civilization."
"The special office was formally cancelled after a high-level vote by the relevant departments." Yang Yuefan responded to Deng Tengda, and at the same time the intangibles representing him were also closer to Deng Tengda: "The will and interests of the relevant departments represent the entire human civilization. Will and interest."
"You are qualified to represent humans, he is qualified to represent humans, and I am qualified to represent humans." Deng Tengda smiled nonchalantly, avoiding a suddenly distorted area: "In the past countless reincarnations, we have long been chaotic. It is deeply affected. My choice is just to return to the roots. Giving up resistance is not as difficult as you think."
　　 "Persistent resistance is not as difficult as you think." Yang Yuefan's figure appeared in front of Deng Tengda: "If you have to argue, you can regard this as a personal grievance between us."
　　 The invisible psionic power is twisted little by little, and Deng Tengda feels like he has been stuffed into a millstone, crushed into mud from bottom to top.
"We resisted again and again, just to offer more interesting scripts to the evil god, our resistance was meaningless." Deng Tengda spit out a big mouthful of blood: "It's like a puppet performing in a fixed theater, why? If we don’t look at the problem in another direction, we can show value, and we can do better than those bloodletters, Nakuling!"
"Even if I am locked in a nutshell, I can still think of myself as the king of infinite space." Yang Yuefan said happily: "And you, I promise you will be completely forgotten before serving your master, again and again, as long as I still exist, you have no chance!"
"Oh? Really?" Deng Tengda laughed and spit out a large piece of internal organs. Obviously, like Yang Yuefan, he has broken away from the original human life system. Even if the chest is twisted into a twist shape, he can still speak. Talk: "What is your trump card against Chaos? Xu Yichen? That variable?"
　　 Yang Yuefan’s eyebrows twitched slightly. He had been paying attention to prevent Deng Tengda from deploying his backhand to target Xu Yichen. For him, the time taken to ‘jump back’ from the frigate to the colonial ship was almost negligible.
　　 Even if the other party has any conspiracy against Xu Yichen, there is no time to implement it.
　　 Deng Tengda’s flesh and blood suddenly alienated, as if a spider web shot towards 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 pierced the alloy wall of the laboratory and dragged a square metal box out of another cabin.
　　Yang Yuefan knew what the box contained, the mysterious meteorite from subspace, the mysterious meteorite carrying green-skinned biomass, but that thing had almost no effect on psionic energy.
Deng Tengda’s physical changes are not only physical changes, but also ideological changes. If he was a psionicist with the color of a chaos worshiper before, then he is now a pure subspace creature. Up.
　　 This qualitative change allowed Deng Tengda to fight against Yang Yuefan to a certain extent.
　　Yang Yuefan was bound in place by a web of flesh and blood. On the psychic level, he was facing the same disgusting psychic tentacles. These tentacles continued to reach his projection with the pollution of subspace, trying to assimilate him.
But only need to give Yang Yuefan a little time, he can suppress Deng Tengda again. What he is really worried about is that the meteorite dragged out by Deng Tengda, that meteorite still hides some secrets he doesn't know, and can be used as a trump card by the opponent. ?
　　 And, what back-hands did Deng Tengda hide behind that could threaten Xu Yichen in a place he could not perceive?
Vittoriya was directly'thrown' back to her room by Yang Yuefan. The room was filled with all kinds of domestic garbage. The automatic cleaning robot didn't have permission to enter her room, causing it to suddenly look like a worshiper of Nurgle. hotbed.
　　 The female warrior awakened from this pile of rubbish. The bottom of the buttocks was full of squashed cans. The remaining liquor had fermented with time, exuding an unpleasant smell.
Fortunately, Vittoriya can't take care of these problems at all now. She doesn't know how long she was in a coma during the previous teleportation~EbookFREE.me~ can only contact Charlieson Manson as soon as possible: "The current situation how about it?"
"They are both gone. I guess they are no longer inside the colonial ship. I don't have the right to take over the radar. I can only rely on guessing." Charlieson's voice came through the headset, letting the warrior breathe a sigh of relief: " This is a golden opportunity. Yang Yuefan is not here. Do you think..."
　　 The communication system was suddenly offline, and the rustle of silent noise occupies the entire channel. Vittoria tapped on the communication headset without any response: "Damn, I know there will always be accidents!"
Vittoria sorted out her equipment and pushed open the hatch to move towards the area where Charlieson was. Although she knew that the weapons she was carrying were likely to not cause effective damage to the enemies she faced, she still felt that these weapons were useful Up her courage.
　　 At least, I will not die unarmed. The female warrior picked up half of a can on the floor, and poured the bad beer regardless.
　　 On the other side, Charlieson Manson, who is in the monitoring room, is also checking the line. It seems that the entire colonial monitoring system has failed in an instant.
"Oh? What a sad existence. Humans don’t need you. Chaos doesn’t need you. Your compatriots are almost extinct. What can you insist on?" A voice suddenly echoed through the communication system throughout the monitoring room: "Here you are. What is the meaning of living?"
　　
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