The iron-blooded people began to become frightened. The horror of the plague was not how miserable they died, but how depressed they died.

Every iron-blooded warrior would not refuse to die bravely in battle, but they were all afraid of being killed without resistance by a tiny life that was invisible and intangible.

The iron blood of war who could still speak looked at Dalway, hoping that he could make their lives more valuable. In other words, please help!

"Stop it right away!"

But in response to these hopeful eyes, there is indeed a cold and ruthless warning.

Dalway looked at the war iron blood that was staggering, and his swollen and ugly body made him feel disgusted. If he got closer, he would directly kill this iron blood that could basically be declared unsuccessful.

The Iron Blood Clan also has aristocratic class and a commoner class. They live in different living environments, grow in different environments, and receive different educations.

From the name, outsiders can clearly distinguish who is a nobleman and who is a civilian.

However, the Iron Blood Clan is a revolutionary progressive race. Discrimination by the identity class has evolved over countless years and has become discrimination of high and low abilities.

Dalway could communicate equally with civilian eyepieces, and even obey his instructions on certain things, but it would be impossible to make him retain basic respect for an ordinary soldier or an ordinary iron-blooded civilian with mediocre ability.

The nobles only recognize the truly powerful civilians, and the incompetent civilians are not even considered as members of the tribe. This is also a clear rule to urge everyone of the Iron Blood clan to make continuous progress.

Whether in terms of knowledge or force, it can be...

But the swollen war iron-blooded brain that had become a ball of paste, and the hearing organs were affected. I didn't hear Dalway warning him not to get closer.

He just staggered forward little by little, towards the person he thought could save him.

"Dalwe... Commander-in-chief, I! It's so painful. Save me. I'm willing to die on the battlefield. Please..."

Faced with such a begging, Dalwei, who was more than ten meters away from him, adjusted his shoulder cannon on his armor and aimed at the iron blood of the war that was slowly approaching.

The red mist had blurred the iron bloody eyes of the war. He did not notice that the shoulder cannon on Dalwie's armor was aimed at him, and continued to beg toward him in pain.

Instead of paying attention to the "flesh and blood bomb" that was about to explode, Li Wei continued to speed up the speed of making the black light virus take effect, looking at the iron blood of war that had already lie around him. One-fifth of the people inside were transformed into bombs by him, and the rest would be the beginning of chaos.

"Stop!" A loud shout came out from the right side of the preparation room.

boom!

In a hysterical cry, the dull explosion suddenly rippled in the wide and empty preparation room. The screams overshadowed the coughing sound, and the air filled with a pungent smell of sourness, and a lot of sour blood spilled on the nearby iron blood of war.

...

After the eyepiece took a blood sample and threw it into the small workbench, Dalway's violent shout came from behind.

After just a glance, he withdrew his gaze. Although his name is still the name of a civilian, his identity is already different from that of a civilian. He is too lazy to care about such things.

But soon he noticed something wrong again and turned around again to look at the war iron blood walking towards Dalway. The other party's bloated body was still getting bigger, and his body was like a balloon full of air.

Suddenly, he looked at the deformed iron-blooded warrior who had been motionless beside him, and then looked at the robot that had just pressed the iron-blooded warrior, and saw the traces of corrosion on his body.

After hearing Dalway's second warning, the eyepiece instantly shouted the word "stop".

But it's still too late...

Dalway did not actually fire the shoulder cannon, but raised his left hand and shot the short arrow on his wrist.

The one who aimed at the iron-blooded man was not aimed at the head, but his feet were naked.

But the arrow ignited the explosive barrel. With a bang, the iron-blooded body that had expanded to a certain extent suddenly exploded. Scattered minced meat and dark red blood were shot out, covering an area with a radius of 20 meters. Even Dalwei was not spared.

Dalway was sprinkled with dirty blood, and a sizzling sound appeared on his body instantly, which changed his expression and was shocked.

The half-dead war blood, who had fallen nearby, wailed on the spot after being splashed with these highly corrosive blood, and corroded white smoke emerged from the floor soaked in the highly corrosive blood.

Looking at the blood that was corroding the floor, the eyepiece was so angry that it looked like it was bloodshot. The lower floor was another preparation room. If the floor was dissolved, then they would have to deal with more than one place!

These carry corrosive blood and can dissolve the doors on the spacecraft. If they continue to develop, the entire ship will be at risk of infection!

Thinking of the terrible consequences, the eyepiece's anger rose and shouted directly at Dalway: "Dalway, who told you to do this! Are you trying to kill the entire ship!"

Dahlwi ignored the eyepieces, and he was watching the full-covered armor on his body bit by bit corroded by acid in horror.

If the outer layer of the armor is corroded, his body will be exposed to the air in the combat readiness room and will be infected with this terrible virus.

Dalway kept retreating, slapping the corroded armor on his body. He didn't want to become the iron blood that had just been shot and that kind of death had no glory at all, and was full of embarrassment when facing natural oppression.

Thinking that his body would become bloated and then turn into blood in the explosion, he shivered in his heart, and he didn't even pay attention to the eyepieces' scolding.

"I'll leave it here to you. My armor has been corroded. I have to leave immediately! I have to leave immediately!" Dalway seemed to say to the eyepiece, but it seemed to say to himself. Before he could reply, he turned around and walked towards the gate when he came.

"No! You can't leave!" The eyepiece threw off the crystal test tube in his hand in anger, pointed at Dalway who was entering the password to open the door, and shouted at the robot beside him: "Stop him!"

The nearby robots did not move, and the operators in the control room looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

A scientific research scholar asked them to stop one of the sixteen commanders on the spacecraft, which seemed to violate the iron-blooded military code, and they dared not do so...

"What are you doing when you stand there? Stop him! Ah! You group of *** (beautiful words of iron-blooded civilians)!"

Seeing a few robots dancing the universe next to Dalway, the eyepiece was so angry that it almost passed away, a group of idiots!

He adjusted his shoulder cannon, but considering that this might break the door, he changed it to shooting out the capture net under his right arm.

Bang!

While the capture network was still flying, Dalway had successfully entered the password, but the above displays "No permissions, no access"!

When he was shocked, the capture net had entangled him. With the continuous pull of the two retainers, Dalvika could not move in the spot.

Compared to the restraints on his body, the prompts on the door made him more angry.

"I am the commander, those bastards in the main control room! Why!"
Chapter completed!