Chapter 3807: in the fortress

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The residents were very realistic. When they realized that they were not the opponents of Death Knell and that there was no fundamental conflict between the two sides, they quickly gave up their hostility, and they didn't even need the comfort of Captain Rabbit at all.

Most of the people in the city went to clean the battlefield silently, to recover the useful metal from the mechanical Zerg, and to collect the corpses of their compatriots.

The atmosphere couldn't be described as sad, as if they were already used to the casualties of relatives and friends.

There was originally a rudimentary fence level at the exit canyon of the basin surrounded by mountains on three sides, but when facing the swarm, the sentries there would not even block the enemy, and even had no chance to escape.

Su Ming felt that the collective consciousness type of this mechanical swarm was likely to be 'extinction', because they had no plans to take away those human corpses, nor did they reuse the corpses on the spot, but were simply killing all intelligent creatures.

"Can Jessie catch up to Jay? If it is said that these two people on Earth 0 are different world isotopes, I know both. One is a member of the Justice League of America, and the other is a member of the Justice Society. How should I say it, young man In some respects, they are still inferior to the old seniors, but the difference in will to fight is quite large."

Bobo, who asked about the death knell, was holding his pipe, and his **** grape-like eyes were rolling.

It's like a wasteland punk-style mash-up cottage, and it's also like a magical medieval European village, surrounded by a towering giant wooden fence wall, and some strange-looking houses inside.

Some houses are round and look a bit like wooden yurts; some are like toothbrushes that stand up, but the larger one is above; some houses don’t even have doors at all, just triangles held up by wooden boards. tent.

These buildings may be for fire prevention, and the roofs are covered with soil, and lawns and flowers grow in these soils, so they have a magical feeling of elves.

But in addition to these, there are also many traces of time and space disorder, bringing an inexplicable mix and match style.

On both sides of the narrow streets, near some buildings, there is also a lot of high-altitude garbage that is obviously picked up.

For example, the door of the carriage was picked up and used as the door of the house, the dilapidated refrigerator was turned into a sink for feeding animals, and the half Black Hawk helicopter from nowhere was transformed into a tower for wind power generation, a giant 3D printer similar to The equipment is housed in the largest building in the stockade.

Visible through the open door of the building, it is printing a lot of paste-like material into slices of bread...

"Didn't you see the answer yourself?" Su Ming smiled and raised his chin toward the largest building, and answered Xiaofu Gorilla's question with a smile: "There is a saying in the East that people are iron rice or steel, and a meal is not a meal. I'm so hungry, do you think Jay can really outperform Jessie who eats this kind of stuff every day?"

Yes, the older generation of superheroes like the Justice Club are indeed very strong in their beliefs. Minor injuries will not fall into the line of fire, and serious injuries will drag their enemies to death. Now the surviving older heroes are sitting in wheelchairs and hanging urine bags and need to maintain them. Justice, DC's New York City is well maintained by them.

On the other hand, the third-tier Super League of the younger generation is less like an organization with firm beliefs, more like a club or an interest group.

The member is about to have a baby, so he quits; the member is not in a good mood, so he quits; the member changes to work in another place, so he quits.

There are endless situations like this, and sometimes you can't even feel why these people are together, because they don't seem to have any righteous beliefs at all. Joining and leaving the team is like playing.

The superheroes in the Justice League are reliable, but the eight people known as the "Big Seven" are reliable.

The 'Justice League Community' and 'International Justice League', 'Justice League of America', 'Dark Justice League' and other teams under the positive alliance, sometimes the fighting spirit is not even comparable to Damian's Teen Titans, or Superman's Son's Young Justice League.

However, the Dark Alliance are all sorcerers, and the last thing they need is the will to fight on the blood, which is another matter.

Therefore, Jay in the village may have a superhuman fighting will, but as a speeder, running is a huge consumption of physical strength and food.

Even Barry, after a long run, will become like a reincarnation of a starving ghost, supplementing a lot of high-calorie food.

Su Ming saw some poultry and livestock raised by people in the village. They probably fell into this world with someone, but the number was very small. The supplements provided should also be eggs and milk, and I am afraid that the whole village must have it. share.

Jay is the Flash. He will never own nutritious food alone, and he may even give up his share. This is what a hero does.

Therefore, Su Ming concluded that it is not realistic for him to add a lot of fat and sugar here.

Then the result of this race is predictable. No matter how strong the will is, it is useless. There is always a relative difference in the speed of the race between the speeders. The well-stocked one.

"It's still your sharp eyes, I saw this machine a few seconds later than you." Bobo wrinkled his nose, climbed up on Death Knell's shoulders with both hands and feet, and squatted down in the exclusive position: "However, that kind of flow What the **** is that green goo that goes into the machine? Seabed mud mixed with baby vomit?"

"It's our food, an edible alien potato."

The middle-aged man dressed like a gentleman spoke again. He was the communication representative who stayed, and there was no expression on his face now, but listening to his tone, it was obvious that he had some opinions on the orangutan's evaluation of everyone's food.

Captain Rabbit stood up at this time. He smiled and rounded the field, and put his arms around the other's shoulders. Regardless of whether people were happy or not, he took out a carrot from behind him like a magic trick and stuffed it into the man's hand:

"Don't be mad, sir, come on, eat some carrots, vitamin supplements will put you in a good mood, my orangutan guy is a bit cynical, and he hangs out with the British a lot, doesn't know what good food is, you forgive him unintentional words."

The middle-aged gentleman took out a handkerchief, wiped the carrots, stuffed it into his pocket, adjusted his bowler hat, looked straight at the talking human rabbit and said:

"I'm British. I used to live in Manchester in 1819, and I don't know food at all. I'm sorry."

Hearing what the other party said, Roger's three-flap mouth sucked in a breath of cold air, then quickly covered his mouth with his hands, shook his head and stepped back, because he obviously realized that he had said the wrong thing again. (To be continued)