Chapter 1258: Achieved “Individual combat power is decent, but it’s not enough with just that.”

Ten thousand times gravity pressed down on Chris, who couldn't adapt and immediately collapsed to the ground.

His flesh, internal organs, and even his brain were crushed into a paste by this pressure.

At this moment, he was already dead.

But very quickly, the mecha’s repair capabilities became apparent; all the cells in his body instantly recovered, and his entire body replenished from its flattened state.

Chris rolled over and retreated a significant distance, looking at his opponent with trepidation.

The paper figure slowly approached Chris.

“This is my domain, which means I am not an individual Soldier.

It’s impossible for you to defeat me with the body of an individual Soldier.”

Chris knew what the other party said was true.

There was no argument against it.

To put it in terms of common combat power, his individual Soldier self was equivalent to a Qi Refining stage cultivator, while the opponent controlled the mighty power of heaven and earth, comparable to a True Immortal.

How could a Qi Refining stage cultivator possibly kill a True Immortal?

“I can leave!” Chris shouted.

The paper figure’s body showed no hesitation, continuing its slow approach toward Chris.

“Too late.”

“Actually, if you had stayed in that separate body, I wouldn’t have had any opinion, nor would I have bothered you.

It’s just that you were too self-important, not as good as your companion.”

“Perhaps some cultural knowledge of your Civilization contaminated you, making you believe that breaking the norm would yield benefits far beyond the norm.”

“But you stupidly forgot that benefits and drawbacks are relative; what you can gain, you can also potentially lose.”

“And now, for your actions, you will lose your life.”

After speaking, Chris felt his body being squeezed by the surrounding gas.

His body was instantly compressed to one-tenth of its original size.

Every cubic centimeter bore a force exceeding a hundred million Newtons, which is equivalent to over ten thousand tons.

But this was not enough to kill an ordinary Soldier of the Civilization Federation.

Chris’s body rapidly expanded, transforming into a half-mist, half-solid monster.

Sequence 【Shadow War Hound】

“Oh? This is different from what I know!” The paper figure was somewhat surprised, which made Chris even more certain that Lu Li'an had already been harmed.

“【Dual-Bladed Sword Saint】 is a standard military Sequence, but few people know that this Sequence can be compatible with other genetic Sequences.”

The Shadow War Hound was not stronger than the Dual-Bladed Sword Saint.

But Chris believed that the opponent had already grasped the weaknesses of the Dual-Bladed Sword Saint, so it was better to use the weaker Shadow War Hound.

The muscular body, like that of a lynx, pressed toward the paper figure.

The paper figure remained unperturbed.

“It’s useless, unless your Sequence is a Supreme Sequence; perhaps then you could pass this test.”

“Your current Sequence is too weak.”

Chris, who had just lunged, froze in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

The mecha covered him, amplifying his strength hundreds of times, but the result was still the same.

The pressure appearing around him at this moment was ten thousand times that of before, meaning every square centimeter bore hundreds of millions of tons of mass; the pressure Chris’s entire body endured was more than hundreds of billions of tons.

No matter how Chris struggled, he couldn’t break free from the terrifying pressure coming from all directions.

He struggled like this for more than ten seconds, and when he felt the paper figure was about to kill him, Chris decisively stopped struggling.

The paper figure was also quite talkative; Chris actually thought it was still in the process of learning.

Perhaps out of interest, or perhaps for some deeper strategic arrangement.

In any case, it really did open its mouth to ask: “Why aren’t you struggling anymore?”

Chris retorted: “Is it useful?”

Indeed, it was useless.

But the paper figure didn’t think Chris stopped struggling because of that.

“I can feel that you are someone who fears death, but your current emotion has nothing to do with life and death.”

“Let me think, among humans, what does an emotion like yours represent?”

It could meticulously observe every part of Chris’s body, integrating the information to directly see through Chris’s inner thoughts.

To put it simply, it was a high-end lie detector.

The paper figure thought for about a minute.

“I know, it’s an emotion of having succeeded.”

“What did you do?”

It carefully recalled everything Chris had done, then found something it didn’t understand.

When Chris flew over, he didn’t seem to come alone, but rather was pulled by something.

But it hadn’t detected the thing pulling him at all.

At this moment, in the distance, a red light rose, knocking over countless pillars.

Within the red light, a sleek, feathered figure could vaguely be seen.

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