Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Chapter 273: The next one is you, Pu Cui!

The Ark started up amid the cheers of the vegetative patients. Fang Qingyun sat on a chair next to the main control room with his eyes closed. At this moment, the Ark was still in the process of accelerating. The slight push on the back did not make Fang Qingyun feel uncomfortable. Now he sat steadily on the stool, with the holy sword in his hand inserted into the ground between his feet like a hammer.

Fortunately, the sharpness of the holy sword can be adjusted by itself, otherwise it would not be a big problem to poke a hole in the Ark. Fang Qingyun, who had nothing to do, chose a more high-class way. He sat upright with his eyes closed, and with the holy sword in his hand, he looked like a big horse and golden sword.

Soon, with his eyes closed, he heard footsteps, followed by a vibration from sitting down on the chair next to him. Judging from the amplitude, this vibration should be caused by someone "smashing" his butt on the chair instead of sitting on it, but this person's weight should not be too great, otherwise the chair itself should make some noise, instead of just the vibration now.

Judging from the personality, it should be Ximi. Fang Qingyun opened his eyes and found Ximi was trying to smear something on his face. Seeing Fang Qingyun's eyes sweeping over him, Ximi quickly put his hand back and pretended nothing had happened.

"The four pots have been checked." Ximi seemed to have wiped back what she was about to smear on Fang Qingyun's face. Now when she counted with her fingers, her slender fingers were white and clean: "My pot, Juer's pot, Ximi's microwave oven, and the big pot used to cook the world milk tea are all in good condition and can be used for cooking at any time."

Fang Qingyun's legs began to shake unconsciously due to nervousness. Although he thought there was nothing to worry about and all preparations were done, he still shook his legs subconsciously. He felt a sense of panic as if an exam was about to start and he watched the teacher walk to the blackboard and start writing the exam time. Even though he knew he was well prepared, his legs were shaking faster and faster, and now his whole leg was shaking so fast that it looked like a slow motion phenomenon.

"Don't be nervous." Ximi's hand rested on the back of Fang Qingyun's hand. It was smooth and delicate, and a little cool because it was in the soul state. The coolness quickly made Fang Qingyun's inner anxiety disappear. Fang Qingyun put his other hand on Ximi's hand, so that the three hands formed a sandwich.

His eyes were fixed on Ximi's hand that was trying to break free. With malicious intent, he used a little more force to trap Ximi's hand: "Actually, I know that panicking is useless, but there is nothing I can do. I can't overcome it. Now I feel better holding something cold."

Fang Qingyun looked up and found that heat exchange was indeed scientifically based. The heat from his hands was transferred to Ximi's face. Ximi's face was as red as an apple, and her tempting look almost made people want to "bite" her and taste her.

"Cough" Ju'er coughed at just the right time. Fang Qingyun stretched his neck and walked around Ximi. He saw Ju'er leaning her elbows on the wall in a rather coquettish posture. The intriguing expression made Fang Qingyun feel uncomfortable. Ju'er withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and patted her face lightly, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Why does this feel like a wife catching an adulterer? Fang Qingyun was confused. Ximi, aren't you usually very tough? Why did you become a coward after meeting Ju'er?

"Okay, Ximi, stop showing off your affection." Ju'er's words almost ruined Ximi's expression, and she turned around and called Ximi, "Let's go, we're almost near Pucui, we need to heat up the pot quickly, where's Naike?"

Naike's figure flashed by and said, "The program has been loaded. We can cook the dishes while driving the Ark at any time. The plant people have been notified. The plant people who need to transport the dishes have put on their safety harnesses to minimize the waste of dishes."

Seeing that no one had left the main control room for a while, Fang Qingyun, who had nothing to do, stood up, put the holy sword on his waist, and went out for a walk.

Ximi and Ju'er were adjusting the fire of their own pot. The pot was being heated up now. There was a row of railings next to the pot to prevent the vegetative people from standing unsteadily and falling into the flames and burning themselves. Several tall and strong corn people were standing nearby. As soon as the two of them gave the order, they would immediately throw things in. In order to facilitate communication, Ximi also divided all the ingredients into basic units, so that communication would be effortless and to avoid confusion among the corn people due to the appropriate amount or the small amount.

As for the large microwave oven that Naike used to cook, it was more than one person tall and could easily fit an adult in and turn it. Each button on it was labeled, and the handwriting on it was obviously Ximi's notes, including how long it took to heat up instant foods, almost accurate to the second.

Combined with the robotic arm installed by Naike nearby, it is fully capable of completing automated transportation, heating a pile of instant food at one time, and transporting it to the Universal Milk Tea Pot in charge of Zhang Bo through a conveyor belt, and then handing it over to a vegetative person wearing heat-insulating gloves to put it into the pot.

Fang Qingyun checked around and after making sure there was no problem, he sat next to Uncle Zhang and started chatting and laughing with him.

Around this time, Fang Qingyun sat down and his butt hadn't even warmed up yet when the bloody storm outside the glass quickly changed color. If it was originally a bloody red, it later became a completely dark red.

With the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, a large number of limbs were thrown against the car windows by the storm. The broken bones were white and blood splattered when they hit the car windows. It was almost impossible to see the scene outside. Occasionally, there were a few human heads with frightened expressions. These bloody things were firmly pressed against the car by the power of the storm. This scene that was not suitable for children even scared Ximi, a thick-skinned person.

The coolness seemed to be transmitted from these limbs to the carriage. The carriage, which was originally as warm as spring, quickly turned into a sparsely populated carriage with the air conditioner turned on at 16 degrees. A layer of fog also formed on the inside of the carriage glass, making everything look so blurry. The coldness made the vegetative patient sitting there rub his arms unconsciously, trying to keep warm through friction.

Naike calmly turned on the windshield wipers, and the Ark's side wipers cleared the flesh and blood that blocked the field of vision in a few strokes. When the wipers swept the heads with fearful expressions, some of the heads left a streak of blood at the corners of their mouths, which looked both funny and terrifying.

"It looks like we have reached the vicinity of Pucci," Fang Qingyun guessed, "Only here can such a doomsday scene appear."

Fang Qingyun wiped away the water droplets on the window and barely created a fairly good viewing environment. After eliminating the interference of blood plasma and various arms and legs, Fang Qingyun successfully saw the scene outside.

The entire row of arks is now in a flying state. Fang Qingyun can feel Purui's body in the distance, which is like the incarnation of malice. The tentacle head that seems to be cracked makes him look like a thing from the Cthulhu mythology. He occupied Zhuo Ping's body, used that body as a springboard, and created a unique "time and space tunnel" through which he extracted energy.

The extraction of energy formed a special gravity environment around the space-time tunnel. Fang Qingyun saw countless broken rails floating in the air, broken rocks, crushed machines, and red and black matter that looked like malicious solid condensation, rotating around Purui and forming an asteroid belt.

At this time Fang Qingyun had to admire his own foresight. If he had kept the Ark moving on the ground as in the previous plot, he probably wouldn't even be able to get close to Purui at this time.

A large number of white Puritan believers were kneeling in the void, some of them with wrong postures were rolling sideways as if they were wandering in the space, forming a chain reaction like bowling, and soon a chain reaction was produced among the believers. Soon those devout believers were toppled over in the collisions with each other, even if they were upside down, they were trying to maintain the kneeling posture with their hands folded.

Behind the huge figure of Pu Chui, there were skinny arms of various shapes and lengths. The black skinny arms were like some kind of mysterious decorations, forming a throne decorated with arms behind Pu Chui. Pu Chui stood in front of the throne, with the throne of arms behind him and fanatical believers in front of him. He was surrounded by an asteroid belt formed by various debris. Pu Chui looked like a god with a weird feeling that could not be looked directly at.

The Ark was still quite a distance away from Purity, and in the middle was a torrent of magic formed by a mixture of various magic powers. Just like liquid from low concentration seeping into high concentration, magic also has a similar situation. Therefore, the distance between the Ark and Purity was filled with various magic singularities. According to Fang Qingyun's "omniscience" and omnipotence, even if the Ark rashly broke in, it would be torn apart by the vibration effect between the magic powers.

After realizing this, Naike maneuvered the Ark to stop. Continuing to drive forward would only increase the possibility of the Ark being torn apart. Moreover, Pu Cui did not cast his gaze here. Stopping the car was not a big problem, but if he stopped the car when facing Pu Cui's attack later, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

Ximi and Ju'er gathered around and took a look at the situation outside, and they immediately came up with a solution. The two of them worked busily, and with the help of the vegetative person, they made the dishes. Finally, they brought over the instant food that Naike had heated up, and poured it all into the milk tea pot that Zhang Bo was in charge of. Fang Qingyun originally thought that the mixture would probably look like swill, but it was unexpectedly as bright as the starry sky poured into the pot. Zhang Bo simply fried the milk tea for a while, then scooped the light brown milk tea into the milk tea cup and handed it to the vegetative person next to him.

The vegetative man stuffed the milk tea cup into the barrel of the high-pressure water cannon like loading a cannonball, and Naike controlled it and fired at the magic singularity.

Chapter 274: Pull out my Italian cannon and fuck him

Although the high-pressure water cannon is indeed called a high-pressure water cannon, its loading method is more like a modern cannon, and the firing principle is to use air pressure to "shoot" it out. Fang Qingyun watched Naike automatically calculate the density, and then accompanied by a soft "bang", the milk tea cup flew towards the magic singularity at a not slow speed.

However, halfway through the flight, its flying posture could no longer remain stable. The milk tea was not full, which inevitably led to a slight error in the flight. The milk tea cup looked like a top-heavy gyroscope that was drunk, making irregular movements on a trajectory that could barely be described as an arc.

The milk tea cup was crushed the moment it approached the singularity, and the starry-colored milk tea inside overflowed and was firmly sucked by the singularity, forming a spherical object.

The effect of milk tea was triggered naturally. Before the so-called "milk tea elf" of Universe Milk Tea could appear to help realize the wish, Universe Milk Tea burst out with its own characteristics under the stimulation of the magic singularity, and teleported the magic singularity that was blocking the way to a random place in the universe. I wonder in which corner of the universe there will be a lucky person who will encounter this ball of magic that has not yet completely dissipated?

"The first shot hits the target." Ximi raised his hands and blew a loud whistle to celebrate, while Fang Qingyun touched his chin and blew a loud whistle: "A great start, everyone!"

According to this method, as long as they continue to teleport randomly, Fang Qingyun and his team will sooner or later be able to turn Pu Cui into a dark wizard with his arms and legs sealed in different places. Even if Pu Cui wants to get back his separated power, he will need to consume extra magic power, which is just a matter of firing another milk tea cannon for Fang Qingyun and his team.

Pu Cui will die sooner or later from the boiling milk tea splashing on his face, as long as Fang Qingyun and his group can maintain this state.

Without the singularity blocking the way, the Ark started up and moved forward steadily. After a brief running-in, the plants had become accustomed to this kind of assembly line work and did not even need Ximi and Juer's instructions. They automatically poured the ingredients that met the recipe into the pot and let Ximi stir-fry them with the big iron shovel in his hand.

"There are still many singularities around Pucui." Fang Qingyun, for the sake of safety, did not choose to collide with Pucui immediately after opening a path. Anyway, Pucui was not looking at him now, so he might as well teleport the surrounding singularities away first: "Let's get rid of those things first, so that we won't be chased by Pucui and have nowhere to run later."

So the Ark made a big circle and destroyed all the singularities near Purui. Purui did not take it to heart. Although the white believers under him who were in a state of prayer made a slight commotion, they were quickly suppressed by Purui. It seemed that no one could disturb him from gaining power from the believers.

"All the surrounding singularities have been resolved," Naike stated the facts emotionlessly: "Prepare to fight against the Puritans."

Fang Qingyun nodded, holding his holy sword and walking to the back of the carriage, he shouted loudly: "Everyone, take your positions!"

Fang Qingyun needs to climb up to the top of the Ark through the ladder at the rear of the carriage. His task is very simple, which is to fight with Pu Cui when Pu Cui launches a range attack that the Ark cannot avoid. The rest of the time, the Ark will fight guerrilla warfare with Pu Cui.

Fang Qingyun jogged all the way to the end of the carriage. A bunch of vegetative people nodded to him on the way. The feeling of being admired and stared at was not pleasant. It made Fang Qingyun unconsciously become serious, but showing a perfect state was not an easy and effortless thing.

He pushed open the door at the end of the carriage, and the bloody storm seemed to have found an entrance and rushed in from outside, almost instantly covering Fang Qingyun with a layer of minced meat and blood plasma. More disgusting stuff poured into the carriage from the gap between the door and him, making the last carriage look like a scene of dismemberment by a perverted murderer. Arms, legs, broken bones, minced meat, half of a calf wearing a sneaker, and a foot broken at the ankle in socks... The smell was enough to make people want to vomit.

Although he had seen all kinds of corpses in hell, this kind of sight of broken limbs scattered all over a person was the first time he had seen it. The nausea made his stomach acid rise. There was a vegetative person behind him looking at him, so he couldn't show any fear at this moment.

He lowered his head and put his palms in front of him. Two broken fingers pierced into the back of his hand like darts, and then bounced off. Fang Qingyun grabbed the ladder on the top of the boat outside, hooked the door with his foot, and closed it tightly. It could not be closed without some force.

The Ark was moving very fast, just like riding a roller coaster without any protective devices. Fang Qingyun looked down and saw an unknown void below. He could not see clearly what was there. The dungeon was basically finished. All the buildings and floors in the dungeon were shattered by Purity's might, and the entire dungeon turned into a huge hole. It would probably collapse completely soon.

Fang Qingyun took a few steps to the top of the Ark. Now that he was out of the vegetative patient's sight, he finally had time to take care of his demeanor.

He first created a water shield for himself to prevent any disgusting things from coming into close contact with him, and then he removed the large pieces of his body that were stuck to his body, such as the unknown lower jaw that was stuck to the right half of his face, with a tongue on it.

When Fang Qingyun took the slippery tongue off his face, disgusting goose bumps extended from his arms to the back of his neck.

"Fuck it!" Fang Qingyun cursed. He didn't dare to curse loudly, for fear that the stomach acid he had just suppressed would burst out. Now his stomach was churning. It was like throwing a person into a meat grinder, only beating half of it into a paste, then digging it out and throwing it on the person... Don't mention how nauseous it was. Fang Qingyun controlled the water element to pass through his body. Although those things were dealt with, Fang Qingyun still had a bloody smell on his body.

Fang Qingyun consciously turned up the water shield a bit. He didn't expect this thing to be able to withstand much damage when facing Pu Cui. He just hoped that when he faced Pu Cui head-on, nothing would fly into his mouth... When he thought that a human head might fly over and hit his head, Fang Qingyun felt that the string called reason was on the edge of breaking.

"Apprentice, have you arrived at the location?" Ximi's voice came from the metal vocal cords in Fang Qingyun's throat, sounding full of concern.

"We're almost there..." Fang Qingyun stepped on the Ark one step at a time. Now the whole Ark looked like it had seen something incredible and had grown a layer of flesh and blood vegetation. Fang Qingyun had to move forward in small steps to avoid slipping on the slippery flesh and blood. He couldn't help but curse: "Pucui is so shabby... Its arms and legs are flying around, and it almost flew into my mouth, fuck it!"

There was a group of people laughing softly from the other side of the metal vocal cords. Fang Qingyun rubbed his arm, trying to soothe the goose bumps on his arm in this way: "Don't disbelieve me, if I hadn't closed my mouth quickly, I would have almost had a mouthful of yellow teeth..."

Everyone laughed even louder, especially Ximi. Her laughter was so crazy and cruel that it almost made him faint. Fang Qingyun touched his nose. Now the water shield was covered with a layer of flesh and limbs. If he hadn't cleaned it regularly, he wouldn't be able to see the outside clearly. "Okay, I'm here, let's get started."

"Entire ship, level one combat deployment!" As the alarm sounded, the unemployed vegetative people returned to their seats and fastened themselves securely with safety belts. Some of the vegetative people with nimble hands and feet also put on safety harnesses, ready to replace the dish transporters who might be injured.

As for the vegetative people who are responsible for adding ingredients and delivering dishes, they have put on magnetic boots. No matter how the Ark maneuvers, they will not lose balance. They use magnetic boots and simulated gravity to maintain stability while walking, and even the soup of the dishes will not spill.

Naike designed a total of five high-pressure water cannons... or pneumatic cannons. Soon, these five cannons adjusted their positions under Naike's control and fired five milk tea shells in the direction of Pucci. These five shells fell into the group of Pucci's believers and quickly created several huge holes. The believers who were forcibly teleported away prayed in fear before leaving, but they did not get even a glance from Pucci.

Purui's entire attention was now focused on Fang Qingyun on the Ark. At this moment, Fang Qingyun was leaning on the holy sword with both hands, standing straight, looking like a noble knight king. If one could ignore the fact that he was constantly removing the things stuck on the water shield, he would look even better.

Pu Cui wanted to say something harsh, but five milk tea shells exploded again in the crowd of Pu Cui's believers. The believers covered with milk tea were randomly teleported to an unknown place because of Pu Cui's passive interference with the universal milk tea, but the believers who were not splashed with enough milk tea mostly lost half of their bodies, and the remaining half remained in front of Pu Cui.

Although Purui didn't care about his believers, the feeling of losing his believers and gradually losing power was not in his interest. He seemed to call for something, and stretched out a four-fingered claw from the throne behind him and grabbed it fiercely in the direction of the Ark.

"Emergency evasion!" Naike's voice was filled with emotion. The Ark was already traveling at high speed, and Naike recognized the predicted attack of the claws in an instant. The powerful computing ability allowed her to come to the conclusion of how to dodge in an instant, and then transmitted it to the Ark.

Fang Zhou followed Naike's conclusion and evaded Purui's attack with a dangerous twist.

This action surprised Pu Cui a little. He originally thought that this was a head-on battle between him and Fang Qingyun, the so-called god from another world. Fang Ark was just the mount of the god from another world. Now, his sure-fire attack was actually dodged by the mount, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Chapter 275, Believer: You plotted against me, Pucui!

"All ships are reporting damage!" Naike's voice came from the Ark's loudspeaker.

"Cannon position No. 1 is safe!" Ximi bent down and turned his head to take a look while busy. The No. 1 pneumatic cannon could still fire, but now the barrel was covered with minced meat hung from the bloody storm. It looked like a huge pile of flesh and blood, full of the meaning of an evil altar.

"Position No. 2 is intact!" Ju'er seriously waved the shovel and performed a relatively conditional flipping operation. The vegetative people next to him held up the plate. Ju'er stood on top of a scaffold-like structure and used a very long spoon to steadily scoop the dish into the plate. His technique was so steady that not even one of the vegetative people got their hands scalded by the soup.

"Well, young people nowadays..." Zhang Bo muttered, feeling that he couldn't keep up with the times. This was obviously a war, a very serious matter, how could he be perfunctory? He counted loudly in a very serious tone: "The number three gun position was not damaged, and a vegetative patient sprained his ankle"

"The number four gun position is intact." Zhiwei personally supervised the firing of the number four gun position. He had more experience in operating modern machinery than those vegetative patients, so those vegetative patients had to help him at the beginning. Now, the action of loading the bullets was performed by him reciting the formula over and over again, and then demonstrating it to these vegetative patients in the fastest way. Later, these vegetative patients got the hang of it very quickly, so they could be considered to have learned it well.

"Gun position No. 5... is that its name? Anyway, there is no damage and it seems to be intact." The big vine still looked cool, as if he could withstand even the collapse of the sky. His calm appearance boosted the morale of the plants next to him. Even the thorn fence that liked to make noises all the time seemed to follow the lead of the big vine.

Although Big Vine has always been accustomed to hiding his inner thoughts in this way, even if he really did something shameful, he would say it in a flat tone, making others unconsciously doubt whether there is something wrong with their cognition.

"Prepare for a salvo! Start loading gun positions one to five!" Naike gave an order, and the vegetable people began to stuff milk tea cups into the gun barrels. No one knew what material the milk tea cups were made of, but they could withstand such a fierce air pressure bombardment without deformation or even rupture.

Naturally, Pu Cui would not just sit there and wait. It was better to let those believers endure the bombardment of milk tea than to be hit himself. Therefore, he simply allowed the believers to be teleported to various locations in the universe by milk tea and let them lose their original form in the vacuum environment, while he focused all his efforts on dealing with the Ark.

After a simple test, Purui drew a conclusion from Fang Zhou's behavior. Fang Zhou did not seem to have the ability to fight him head-on. He would only disturb people like a fly. Since he could not catch him with one claw, he would use more.

Skinny black and red claws shot out from behind Pu Cui like lightning. This was the normal speed of His attack. At this moment, He looked like Nezha with an octopus lying on his face, with three heads and six arms, but lacking something more.

Although the Ark was at least two kilometers away from Pu Cui in order to maintain maneuverability, it only took less than ten seconds for His six claws to attack at high speed. Although it looked slow, the speed of the arms grabbing should not be underestimated. Fang Qingyun didn't even know how he managed to run a two-kilometer cross-country race with Pu Cui. Maybe it was because Pu Cui's strength was not strong enough at that time?

Fang Qingyun realized that it was almost time for him to take action. He abandoned his original handsome posture, and the holy sword in his hand suddenly became brighter as if a flash bomb was lit. The blade was as dazzling as an incandescent light bulb, and the flesh and blood in the surrounding blood storm was vaporized before it hit Fang Qingyun's water shield.

Even though there was a layer of the ark's roof between them, the plants underneath seemed to be able to feel the heat and light, as if the sun was warming the world and casting its warm rays on them.

"Fire!" Naike gave the order. Although the control over the firing and operation of all the cannons was in her hands and only the loading was done by the vegetative patients, she still made a habitual notification. It was unclear whether she was notifying other vegetative patients to make earthquake preparations or just talking to herself.

The five milk tea shells in the barrel were rushed out by the air pressure. The irregular surface of the milk tea cup did not conform to aerodynamics, but the surrounding gravity environment was already a mess. The Ark had to be very careful when driving in it, for fear that he would not be able to turn the corner if he stepped on the accelerator too hard.

Therefore, although the milk tea rolls in the air, it is still moving in a straight line in the area of ​​balanced gravity. However, due to the interference of the surrounding gravity points, it looks like it is flying in space and is attracted by the planet.

Therefore, the milk tea, which was drawing strange trajectories in the air, was successfully intercepted in the path of Pucui's five paws after a series of strange trajectories. Pucui's claws were very fast, and it was hard to say whether the milk tea cup hit the claws or the claws scratched the milk tea cup. Anyway, the milk tea with the color of the starry sky poured onto Pucui's claws.

The instantaneous transmission caused the energy contained in the claws to be quickly stripped away, causing the claws to instantly lose the black skin that symbolized the Pure Power. After losing the support of the Pure Power and most of the energy protecting its structure was drawn away, the entire bone hand had already disintegrated into a large number of bone fragments before it reached the already moving Ark. After a small number of fragments hit the solid Ark glass, they smashed themselves into powder, looking like severely weathered sand and gravel.

The only skinny claw that still retained its combat effectiveness was torn apart in an instant by Fang Qingyun's fierce slash. Fang Qingyun cut the skinny claw into several pieces with three sharp cuts like a sharp knife cutting sugarcane. The severed hands in different positions were attracted by gravity points in different positions, but the gravity points soon became ineffective due to Pu Cui's interference. Fang Qingyun watched the severed limbs maintain their original speed until they touched the edge of Pu Cui's expanded and lost gravity field, and were then captured by gravity and fell to the ground.

It was not Fang Qingyun's own strength that played a role here, but the credit of the Holy Sword. Pu Cui's claws were like clay in front of the Holy Sword. Originally, Pu Cui relied on endless regeneration and pain to be invincible, but now these abilities of His were completely suppressed by Fang Qingyun's Holy Sword. Therefore, the result was that Fang Qingyun seemed to be able to exchange a few moves with Him.

If the holy sword in Fang Qingyun's hand did not have a special attack against Pu Cui, Fang Qingyun would probably be crushed by Pu Cui's endless regeneration. His combat power is indeed much stronger now, but if he wants to touch a drop of an evil god like Pu Cui, he has to be considered a top-notch fighter among the big demons, and his end is most likely death.

Purui, the god of pain, was enraged by the pain, but his anger was all impotent rage. His believers were teleported away in a large number in another round of milk tea bombardment. Some of their remaining limbs remained in place like fragile glass, which would shatter into pieces at the slightest touch. Purui had obviously never been exposed to this kind of fighting style. He was transferred here and there like a fool, busy and sweating, but he could do nothing about the Ark.

"Full right rudder!" At this moment, Nike was like a captain in desperate situation. Her original functional clothes like a mecha girl were replaced by a captain's uniform. At this moment, she looked like a naval admiral named Nelson. Wherever she stood, it was as if the word "duty" had become a spirit.

"Yes, Captain!" Ximi replied as energetic as a yellow block. She twisted her body and swayed left and right with the car as if she was on a roller coaster. The Ark's maneuvering was so intense that when Ximi looked to the side, she found that the ground slope of the Orange Station, which was about 20 meters away from her, was about 15 degrees different from hers.

The Ark continued to fire while advancing in a spiral. Naike's computing power was so huge that she could control the movement of the Ark while moving the gun barrel, thereby achieving the purpose of reducing the output window time. It was like a veteran tank crew, allowing the tank and turret to rotate together to achieve a faster movement of the muzzle direction, full of the beauty of coordination and command.

Fang Qingyun stood on the roof of the Ark. The Ark spun out like a spinning top, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the roof. He thought he would vomit under such an overload, but he only felt slightly top-heavy. He quickly found his target in the field of vision where the picture flashed like an old-fashioned TV and swung his holy sword.

The sword energy was swung out like raindrops after folding an umbrella, cutting Pu Cui's dog paws into pieces one by one. A large amount of milk tea poured on Pu Cui was like a bowl of sulfuric acid, which drained a lot of Pu Cui's strength and transmitted it to other places.

All of Pucui's followers had died. The few who remained approached Pucui, thinking that he would protect them. However, they were shaken by the shock wave of Pucui's attack and exploded into blocks of white empty shells like falling glass bottles. They tried to obtain Pucui's protection until their death, but in the end they died with their eyes open.

The fight between the Holy Sword and the Claws became more and more violent. Facing Purui's continuous attacks that had obviously intensified more than a little, no matter how hard Fang Qingyun gritted his teeth and burst out his small universe, he could not avoid falling into a disadvantage. But thinking from another perspective, he was actually a little relieved about this situation.

Perhaps it was because he had severely insulted Pu Cui before, Pu Cui was particularly malicious towards him, which led to Pu Cui disregarding any losses and only wanting to kill Fang Qingyun first. As a result, he did not pay attention to protecting his believers at all, but abused and indiscriminately bombed their surplus value, and was even unwilling to make a disguise.

In the original plot, Pu Cui gained the strength to fight again from the life-and-death sacrifices of his believers. Although Pu Cui is now in a strong momentum, as long as he can hold on through this turbulent period, Pu Cui will be exhausted and will naturally be completely suppressed, or even completely exiled.

There is always a loophole in a hundred precautions. Fang Qingyun failed to intercept in time and failed to cut Pu Cui's outstretched claw into four pieces. Pu Cui relied on the last bit of skin connected to the bone to move the claw forward a little bit...

At such a short distance, Pu Cui's dry hands, sharp as a razor, were like a pair of large scissors cutting into silk cloth, accompanied by a slight tearing sound like tearing cloth, so slight that Zhang Bo did not realize that the roof was scratched. The roof of the Ark's No. 3 gun position cracked into three holes in an instant, and the composite metal plates were twisted by the claws that squeezed in later, and some places broke with a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound.

Fortunately, the outside of the carriage was not a vacuum environment, and the area only had gravity disorder, so there was no air leakage. However, after Purui's claws decomposed into fine sand in the air, the entire third gun position almost became an open-top.

Chapter 276: Emergency Response

"Wall bang!" The red warning light came on, and all the creatures at the No. 3 gun position sank unconsciously. The simulated gravity system activated the emergency shutdown function after sensing that the space was not closed. Zhang Bo, who had been pressed to death by gravity, suddenly lost his gravity and became unbalanced due to the interference of other forces, and floated towards the gap.

Fortunately, the vegetative person below reacted in time. The corn man in charge of transporting the items threw out a safety harness amid the exclamations of others and accurately buckled it on Zhang Bo. The safety harness automatically activated after detecting that it was tied to an object and sucked Zhang Bo to the wall on the side.

Zhang Bo patted his hurt ribs and coughed, but he quickly stopped Ximi who was about to abandon his position to come over to see him: "It hurts so much... Don't come over, I'm fine, cough, stay at your posts, and don't come over even if I die."

"The damage to the No. 23 gun position is 85% and is under emergency repair." Naike's tone was a little anxious: "The milk tea pot is not damaged, but the production speed of the milk tea shells is expected to drop to % of the original."

"What's going on?" Fang Qingyun who was outside could only hear chaos on the other end of the vocal cords. He had been using all his strength to cut off Pu Cui's claws. Pu Cui's attack made him overwhelmed and he had no time to pay attention to what was happening on the Ark.

"It's okay, just do your job well, apprentice." Seeing Naike quickly mobilize the machinery to check for leaks and re-activate the gravity system, Zhang Bo, who felt the attraction from the earth, coughed. Zhang Bo, who was originally upside down and head-heavy, also fell off the wall with the help of the safety harness. He said fiercely to the group of plant people who gathered around to watch him: "Return to the battle position! Why are you looking at me?"

"But the pot is dirty," said a voice from the vegetative patient. Zhang Bo strode to the milk tea pot with a cry. The remaining milk tea was soaked with various body parts that had just leaked out from the gap. It looked like a witch's stew in the Middle Ages, disgusting and full of ignorance. Now, the vegetative patients who were looking at Zhang Bo in bewilderment all had something hanging on their bodies, including the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. Zhang Bo even saw a section of intestine dangling on the corn silk of a corn man.

Zhang Bo quickly gave orders: "Everyone, clean yourselves, and then come wash the pot! The apprentices can't hold out for too long, we must fire the cannon immediately!"

The vegetable people started to wash the pot in a mess, but Uncle Zhang made a prompt decision and ordered Durian to push out the spare pot and start stewing new milk tea.