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But it's too late!
The power of space is absolute!
At least, it's absolute at this level of confrontation!
The massive body of the T-100 tank began to appear illusory and distorted, like a television screen with a poor signal.
It tried to resist, its heavy metal feet wanting to move, but its movements became sluggish and futile in the face of the distorted space.
At the same time, Zhou Ye added a miniature electronic jamming weapon.
[Herrscher of Reason Fragment + Talking Tom Fragment] Activated!
An adorable cat-head electronic jamming bomb appeared right in front of it.
[Sizzle—!]
With a piercing sound of space tearing apart, the [T-100 tank], along with its Gatling gun, its RPG, and a small patch of metal beneath its feet, vanished from its spot in an instant!
Only a shallow crater remained in the original spot, along with lingering spatial fluctuations in the air.
The roar of the Gatling gun came to an abrupt halt.
The world suddenly became quiet.
All that remained were the heavy breathing sounds from the motorcycle.
"Stop...stopped?" Nami slumped in her seat, staring in disbelief at the dented and smoking motorcycle in front of her.
Has that hellish hail of bullets really stopped?
"It's Zhou Ye..."
Saeko Busujima looked towards the other end of the arena, at the man who was still holding the raised hand gesture.
"What did he do?"
Jill looked over, her eyes filled with shock. Had he used his spatial abilities to defeat the metal monster from before?
Zhou Ye slowly lowered his hand, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
That last burst of energy took a greater toll than I expected.
The power of the [Fragment of the Herrscher of the Void] is indeed not so easy to control.
The T-100 tank has been temporarily banished to the imaginary space.
But this is only a stopgap measure.
He could sense that the link was unstable.
The T-100 tank may break free of its restraints and return to this arena at any time.
Moreover, even if it doesn't come back, the mission objective is to kill it, not banish it.
We must find a way to completely resolve this problem now!
Its armor is too thick; it needs to be penetrated!
Zhou Ye's gaze fell on his other hand. He used the power of the [Herrscher of Reason Fragment] and [Talking Tom Fragment] within him.
A strange smile appeared on his lips.
Got it!
Since conventional weapons have difficulty penetrating armor, let's use something... less conventional.
Zhou Ye raised his hand again.
This time, a pale blue light and an indescribable, cartoonish energy fluctuation emerged simultaneously.
[Clang! Clang!]
[Crackling sounds!]
A noise, like that of an old-fashioned factory starting up, rang out.
Metal parts, micro-circuit boards, and some other things that looked like toy bombs began to materialize out of thin air.
These parts can rapidly assemble and deform during Honkai energy destruction.
Soon, one after another, palm-sized, jet-black metal bats with a somewhat comical yet ferocious design appeared in mid-air in front of Zhou Ye.
Their wings are made of metal plates, their eyes are tiny indicator lights that flash red light, and their bodies are bulging and obviously stuffed with something.
The Herrscher of Reason Fragments provide the ability to construct matter and intricate structures.
The Talking Tom Fragment provides... well, the "black technology" that allows these bats to disregard aerodynamics and carry explosives far exceeding their size.
"Go on, my little self-destructing babies."
Zhou Ye said in a low voice, his tone a mixture of wicked humor and cold killing intent.
Chapter 26 Imaginary Space Annihilation Chariot 2
Within the imaginary space, the [T-100 tank] is still floating.
Zhou Ye focused his mind again, sensing the connection between the [Fragment of the Herrscher of the Void] and the Imaginary Space.
That big guy is struggling in the turbulent flow of imaginary numbers, trying to break through the barrier of imaginary space.
well.
Take advantage of it now!
With a thought, Zhou Ye tore open another tiny spatial rift, leading directly to the vicinity of the imaginary coordinate point where the [T-100 tank] was located.
Then, he gave commands to the metal bats that were floating in mid-air.
"Targets: armor joints, joints, and that damn RPG launcher interface! Blow it up!"
[Buzzing sound]
Dozens of metal bats flapped their wings simultaneously, transforming into streaks of black lightning, and rushed into the narrow spatial rift without hesitation!
The crack then closed.
Zhou Ye stood there, slightly out of breath, waiting for the result.
Nami, Gilgamesh, and Saeko Busujima exchanged bewildered glances at the commotion Zhou Ye had caused.
"What is the captain doing now?"
Nami couldn't help but ask, "That clanging and banging sound just now, and those little bats flying away... it all seems a bit unreliable, doesn't it?"
"I don't know, but they're definitely trying to find a way to deal with that monster."
Saeko Busujima gripped her knife tightly, warily scanning her surroundings.
Although the monster has disappeared, no one can guarantee that it won't suddenly reappear.
Jill was inspecting the motorcycle.
"The engine seems to have been damaged by the vibration... Damn it, it won't start!"
Their vehicle was completely disabled.
Now, all hope rests on Zhou Ye, who is far away.
Zhou Ye stood quietly.
His perception penetrated the boundaries of space, locking onto the target in the imaginary space.
Those self-destructing bats have precisely attached themselves to various key parts of the T-100 tank.
Then... it exploded!
Although separated by the barrier of space, Zhou Ye could see the specific scene, but the faint connection between the [Herrscher of Reason Fragment] and those self-destructing bats, as well as the [Herrscher of the Void Fragment]'s perception of the spatial stability of that coordinate point, clearly told Zhou Ye that the explosion was a success.
Those self-destructing bats, a fusion of Talking Tom and Herrscher of Reason's innovative technology, accurately hit and destroyed their targets.
After the explosion, Zhou Ye squinted slightly, trying to maintain his perception of the imaginary space and assess the condition of the [T-100 tank] to see if it could be refurbished and reused. Back in Raccoon City, when the biohazard outbreak occurred, it would be a good tool for slaying zombies.
Underground monitoring room.
The lights were a stark white.
A row of screens flickered, and some of the images had turned into static or the words "[Signal Lost]".
Those were the tyrants and lickers that had been dealt with earlier.
Now, the signal light representing the [T-100 tank] has completely disappeared.
No, it's not just the signal that's gone.
The system connected to the T-100 tank's vital signs and status monitoring emitted a piercing alarm, then fell silent—it had been completely destroyed.
Albert Wesker stood in front of the control panel, his back stiff.
His face, hidden behind sunglasses, betrayed no emotion, but his taut jawline and clenched fists with white knuckles betrayed the extreme anger he was suppressing.
"Damn it! The T-100 tank... is destroyed?!"
He growled and slammed his fist on the control panel. The screen in front of him shook violently.
"Impossible! Its armor strength, its firepower! How could it have been taken down so quickly?!"
Wesker was breathing heavily, his eyes behind his sunglasses flashing with a dangerous light.
This was his "pledge of allegiance" to the new organization! The best proof of his abilities! And what happened? His two most powerful biological weapons were destroyed by Zhou Ye in a short time, causing him heavy losses! His plans were disrupted! His path to promotion was now shrouded in uncertainty!
"Damn it! What kind of monsters are these?!"
He couldn't help but swear, something that rarely happens to him. This speaks volumes about the shock and anger he felt.
"Looks like Wesker, you're in a bit of trouble?"
A soft voice rang out, tinged with a nonchalant smile.
Wesker turned around and looked to the side. Lei was sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing with a thin thread in his hand.
"tired."
Wesker tried to calm his breathing, his tone regaining its usual calmness, though with a hint of barely perceptible chill.