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Chapter 477 I'm Going(2/2)

He knew it was wrong, but he didn't know what was right.

He wanted to improve, but had nowhere to start.

He is already stronger than 99.9999% of people in the world, but he always pursues being stronger.

Now, all the confusion quickly disappeared in this moment.

After some hazy things in his mind collapsed, he became more clear than ever.

Many years ago, Chen Feng had also sincerely envied Pound's silly talent.

Chen Feng can always become the strongest recruit in the Snow Mountain Base, firstly because of his talent, and secondly because he has been a recruit several times more than others.

But Pang De always chased after him.

This guy has no chance of dying and coming back again.

He still relies on talent, unparalleled talent.

In a sense, as a warrior, Pang De is more focused than Chen Feng.

The four words "must succeed" became his only will at this moment.

In a fierce battle, the special transport ship successfully sent Pound to a position 5,700 kilometers ahead of the prism, but was hit and exploded.

Chen Feng stood on the bridge with his hands behind his back.

At this time, Morrowind 2 is performing a jump forward in the distant subspace medium layer.

His forty-two light-year march still has a long way to go.

The star map in front of him converged into the narrow area of ​​the asteroid belt in front of the shadow galaxy.

When he saw Pound's transport ship being hit, his fists clenched slightly.

Suddenly, his lips curled up.

In the fireworks, a lightning-like figure broke through the package of flames and rushed out.

This figure was initially in the form of a fighter jet, accelerating extremely fast, and began to advance along a winding curve. While avoiding the swallowing of the dark energy mist, it continued to fire the electron injection gun to detonate the self-destructing flies that were ambushed along the way.

This figure is getting faster and faster, changing direction more and more fiercely.

The blade beetle who was in charge of guarding noticed this uninvited guest and forcefully broke through the space to jump over.

But at this time, the shadow had deformed and turned into a human form.

Theoretically, humanoid armor is not the most perfect mode of rapid mobility.

However, one must take into account Pound's training environment as a special soldier, and his own adaptability on the battlefield.

Choosing the armor form he is most familiar with can prevent mistakes to the greatest extent and increase the success rate.

Pound inside opened his mouth and drank the bottle of cyan potion.

The countdown to his life begins.

60,59,58……

In order to avoid the terrifying acceleration brought by the anti-matter engine from instantly killing the operator inside, the Institute of Biology absorbed the biological characteristics of the rock life that Chen Feng had seen long ago and developed a petrifying agent.

In a sense, this potion is also a physical toxin.

When a carbon-based life takes a petrifying agent, its body will irreversibly enter a petrified state and be gradually petrified.

During this process, the thinking speed of carbon-based life will gradually slow down, and the organic matter in the body will also be petrified, and finally turn into a real stone after sixty seconds.

This also represents the complete death of a person.

Bang!

With the help of the anti-matter engine, Bond's Star Shadow Armor suddenly accelerated, avoiding the long-range attack of the Blade Beetle that jumped over his head and bombarded him from above.

Star Shadow Armor is getting faster and faster, gradually approaching the speed of light.

He started to change direction!

go ahead!

Change direction!

Change direction again!

go ahead!

After an instant, Pang De transformed into a zigzag stream of light and began to advance forward under the cover of dense blade beetles, eight-legged beetles, frozen space coverage, baneling bugs and prism gunfire!

The distance is getting closer.

Fifty million kilometers!

Forty million!

Thirty million!

Twenty-three million!



Even Chen Feng, who was at the peak of human combat power, was shocked by this scene.

He smelled his own scent on Pound's body.

This is the tenth level of combat intuition!

In the last battle of his life, Pang De became the first among all his students to fully reach the tenth level of combat intuition!

Forty-eight seconds passed, and Pound's Star Shadow Armor had reached 10,000 kilometers in front of the prism ship!

He was six seconds ahead of schedule!
Chapter completed!
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