If a creature eats all the biomass on a planet with a gravity level similar to that of the Earth, and this creature does not have a conventional metabolic system, all biomass will be converted into part of the main body, then how big will the mass of this creature beech have been thinking about - given that the hive eats every animal and every plant on this planet (some of which become extinct due to ecological collapse) and the biosphere collapses and the climate is completely out of control, the number of nanoparasitics reproduced by the hive must be quite astonishing, and even the size can be relied on to influence the direction of sandstorms.

Salomon knew that his artificial human armed squad had only the ending of death when encountering such monsters alone, and there was no other possibility. The air filtering system of the power armor would be blocked by endless nanoparasitics, and the servo motors and chips would also be short-circuited due to drilling into the parasite. It is precisely because of its tiny size that the hive defeated the technology on this planet and swallowed every alien. Salomon did not think that the technology of the Immortal City could be an exception. Even Wakanda's technology with vibrator as the core may be damaged by the pervasive parasites.

He didn't understand why the Kerry gave up this terrible biological and chemical weapon, maybe because of the high cost of cultivation, political struggle or some mess. In any case, the Kerry left this mess on the earth and left it to Salomon. Fortunately, this matter was not without a solution. Because the size of the honeycomb parasites is too small, it only takes one breath to blow away the not-too-dense swarm. In addition, flames can also solve parasites that are essentially organic.

In order to save the artificial human he created, he must attract the attention of the hive.

They shouldn't have sacrificed here, the monster's opponent is him.

He raised the black long sword with a golden sword grid.

At first, the sword body was covered with electric current, making crackling sounds, and scarlet sparks were still spreading out. Even though everyone was wearing helmets as instructed, the smell of burning protein was still lingering. This was the scout of the beehive, and the tiny parasites kept dying. Salomon recited a short spell, and a bunch of flames suddenly exploded on the sword, and his eyes also burst out with golden light. The golden eagle wings on his shoulder armor spread like a living thing, and together with the other five flame storms that were still surging towards the horizon, proclaiming the beginning of the battle.

No matter what the planet was called in the past, the long night that enveloped it ended, with flames replacing the stars illuminating half of the skyline and also illuminating the black sandstorm sweeping from the horizon.

His voice was transmitted through secret techniques so that all intelligent creatures could hear it. At the same time, the plasma weapons of the heavy weapon team began to operate, the coils began to be charged, and they were ready to heat compressed gas at any time. The assault team also activated the chainsaw sword and the power sword, ready to kill any hostile creatures that appeared in front of them at any time.

"You are going to die here today, the disgusting primitive man with brachial foot...!"

"I heard it!" Simmons waved the white embroidered scarf and turned around and shouted at Will, "I recognize this voice!"

"Stop! Stop!" Will ran forward panting.

"I promise these people are here to find us!" She pointed forward excitedly, "Coulson asked our friends to help, we can return to Earth! You must not believe that magic is the thing, but it does exist. I think we may go back to Earth by passing an Einstein-Rosen Bridge!" Simmons slowed down and waited for Will to catch up. When she saw Will's expression, she asked with confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Sandstorm! Look there!" Will grabbed Simmons, then pointed at the sky and shouted, "It's coming! The sandstorm means it's coming! It smells the smell of blood, we must hide, Simmons!"

Jenma Simmons followed Will's instructions to look far away. She took off her sand protection goggles and squinted her eyes hard.

The light level of this planet was too low, but soon the brightness was supplemented. Jamma Simmons was able to see the scene in the distance. Suddenly, a faint orange-red light appeared between the sky, like a thunder hidden in the thick clouds, flashing by, and vaguely visible, followed by another. The frequency of the orange-red light appeared higher and higher, brighter and brighter. With the loud noise, the orange-red firelight gathered more and more, like the newborn sun, the gathered light lit up in the sky, and it seemed that the haze that had been covered in the sky for a long time was pushed away by an invisible burning giant hand.

A gust of hot wind rolled to her feet with the gravel.

This is the first time that Jamma Simmons saw the clouds and starry sky in this world. It was like a tumor hanging on this dying planet. It should have been blocked by a strong sandstorm. The electromagnetic radiation from outer space drew a brilliant blue-green aurora in the atmosphere. The boundary between the sun-like fire and the blue-green aurora in the distance did not blend so clearly. The two colors fell into the dreamy night sky as dark blue as a boiling soup pot.

"Hell, what the hell is that! No matter what that is, we should hide!" Will gasped and repeated again. His cheeks, which were pale due to the lack of sunlight and his pupils, who were used to the dim environment, seemed to be a little difficult to adapt to what was happening in the distance.

"I don't know who your friend is, but it seems that he and the monster have some problems to be solved. In any case, this is not something we should be involved in. All we have to do is hide and wait until the end, OK?" He tried not to stimulate Simmons' emotions, because she seemed to be unable to believe what was happening in front of her. "I said that the monster does exist, and there is nothing to be surprised about, after all, we were sent to the alien planet by a stone!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I saw it." Simmons whispered, "Those people are here!"

The sandstorm hit again, wrapping up the command team.

Catherine fired a bullet to shatter the wrist foot of parasites that stretched out from the dark sandstorm. She turned and swung her sword, and the scorching rotating blade cut off another wet flesh trying to approach the correspondent. Then the heavy weapon team used plasma weapons and flamethrowers to completely kill all the close parasites. Salomon used the force field wall to form a hemispherical transparent protective force field, trying her best to filter the tiny parasites and force the hive to form a larger entity. Only by letting the hive adopt this attack method can the sisters' weapons come in handy.

The wrists and feet of these parasites had a very difficult time breaking through an invisible barrier, and then they were immediately hit by the sisters. However, this loss was nothing to a monster that had eaten all living things on the planet. This sandstorm was a storm of sand and gravel and parasites. The air outside the force field wall was covered with tiny parasites that made the scalp numb.

Catherine watched Salomon outside the wall of the force field and penetrated into the dark storm step by step.

He ordered five flame storms to attack the command team, using the flame to clean the air near the force field wall. He himself walked deep into the storm with his long sword in his hand because he noticed that the center of the black sandstorm had the subjective consciousness of the cluster creatures. Perhaps because of curiosity, the hive specially opened a path for him to allow Salomon to see the black figure standing in the center of the sandstorm. It was inviting Salomon into the center, and it wanted to communicate.

In its view, Salomon is an alien, and it has a grand plan to be implemented.
Chapter completed!