Chapter 209: Probing Attack
"What's the point of running like this?" Sarcasky pursued relentlessly beneath the sea.
"What's the point of chasing like this?" Bai Mo retorted.
Hearing this, Sarcasky was momentarily stunned.
"I've stayed on this planet for too long and been infected by you low-level organisms, actually thinking about the meaning of doing something. I kill because I want to kill; why search for meaning, why search for excuses?"
After devouring numerous vampires, who were in essence humans, in a short period, Sarcasky had been subtly influenced by the residual mental will within them, causing a slight change in its thought process.
However, upon realizing this, it immediately adjusted, crushing all these distracting thoughts that were influencing it, and resumed its relentless pursuit of the enemy before it.
"Such swift action." While Bai Mo used one avatar to lure the enemy at sea, he also kept his other avatars on land, maintaining a distance of about a hundred kilometers, always ready to take over.
Every moment, he calculated the position of his avatars, then had Chen Xi broadcast their latest location in the live stream every five minutes, ensuring that those who wished to arrive could reach the correct spot, as the Arctic Circle was simply too vast.
Out of curiosity and greed toward the alien, within less than two hours of the live stream's start, observation teams from several countries had already arrived at the nearest coast to the two combatants.
Most of them were equipped with the rapidly advancing spirit energy auxiliary devices of recent years, and their abilities were generally geared towards speed and reconnaissance, ensuring their survival capabilities in such a dangerous battlefield while acquiring intelligence.
At this moment, Bai Mo in the experimental field, the Huaxia Federation's command center, and the action command centers of over a dozen other countries, big and small, had already linked up via the internet, raising the curtain on this grand hunting operation.
After confirming that the vanguard was ready and in alert status, the avatar responsible for luring the enemy resurfaced once again, bringing the persistently pursuing Sarcasky before them.
"No matter how many bugs come, they are ultimately just bugs!" Sarcasky faced the encirclement of dozens of people, its expression unchanged. Its body immediately began to deform, transforming from its streamlined pursuit state into a large, spiky, sea urchin-like ball.
Each "spike" on its body was, in fact, a miniature laser gun.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." An astonishing number of lasers erupted from Sarcasky every second, but for the well-prepared vanguard, this kind of single-target damage was not strong, and an attack relying entirely on sheer quantity held little significance.
Five small teams, each from a different force, immediately activated their respective combined defenses.
Huaxia, skilled in spirit art development, had everyone in their team project spirit energy shields representing different properties, then merge them into one powerful shield to collectively bear the impact of the attacks.
The European Union, adept at rune technology, jointly unfurled a scroll covered in runes, infusing it with spirit energy. An invisible wall instantly formed, repelling the incoming attacks.
The United States, with its leading spirit energy technology, adopted the simplest and most brutal approach: each team member carried heavy equipment designed for various battlefield situations, and a simple press would activate a spirit energy shield.
The Luminous Holy Church, renowned for its Divine Arts, had its leading priest silently chant scriptures, drawing a circle in the air with his right hand. Before them, a portal seemed to appear, and all attacks instantly teleported to their rear, as if simply bypassing everyone.
They believed that spirit qi was a divine bestowal, and all abilities derived from Spirit Hubs, along with all spells conceived through thought, were conclusions reached under His guidance. They uniformly referred to these as Divine Arts, meaning god-given techniques.
Finally, Yamato, with its numerous schools of thought and focus on individual combat prowess, also employed various ingenious methods to defend against the laser rain.
Due to abundant volcanic spirit stone resources, individual cultivation was particularly prevalent in the region, especially given the extremely disadvantageous situation of being surrounded by the sea on all sides. This forced everyone to strengthen themselves to survive the constant, tide-like onslaught of the Sea Clan.
"One-Sword Style, Tian Chong!" The Yamato side launched the first counterattack. A samurai holding a black longsword unleashed a crescent-shaped shockwave, slashing directly towards Sarcasky.
But it neither dodged nor evaded. As the shockwave approached, its body actively split into two halves along the attacked area, allowing the move to pass through the gap in its middle.
"Black Moon, don't be impulsive. Our duty is to probe." As the team leader, a masked man with only his right eye visible, restrained the samurai who still wanted to attack.
"Divine Art, Static Ring." From behind the priest maintaining the teleportation portal, a young man stepped forward and pointed at Sarcasky.
"My Divine Art has created a layer of stretched space around this demon, effectively slowing its speed to roughly half of its original. Your ranged attacks will not be affected, but please do not engage in close combat." The young man conveyed this information through mental waves, then bowed slightly to the others.
After applying the deceleration aura to the opponent, various probing attacks began to erupt: from solid projectiles to energy blasts, acid, alkali, poison, high temperature, low temperature, infrasonic shocks, high-frequency vibrating arrows—all attacks laden with human malice rained down on Sarcasky, to test what its weakest resistance was.
"Had enough fun, little bugs?"
Sarcasky ignored the attacks landing on its body and transformed into its close-combat mode. Its entire surface, previously dark red, turned a vivid blood-red, as if hot blood was boiling.
"Bang!" With lightning speed, it slammed its palm into the young man maintaining the Static Ring, sending him flying. "A crude spatial stretch, and you think you can truly bind me?"
"Damn it, even at half speed, this guy moves faster than many of us. Now that it's broken free, the trouble will only get worse." The Luminous Holy Church leader began to panic.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" From the European Union team stepped out a man wearing goggles, his body covered in what looked like ghostly scribbles. Before Sarcasky could move against the others, he proactively launched a furious, storm-like assault.
"A'Ye Si is almost entirely covered in acceleration runes! He can definitely suppress this monster!"
"All speed, no power." While Sarcasky was somewhat surprised by the opponent's physical speed, fist attacks held little meaning for its liquid metal body.
"Is that so?" A'Ye Si retorted, then pulled the pin from a rune grenade tucked into his waistband, using its pointed tip to stab into the enemy's solid-liquid mixed body.
After completing this series of actions, he swiftly retreated in the opposite direction!
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