Finally, the vibration stopped when the diameter of the big hole expanded to nearly 20 meters … but the nightmare was just beginning for the soldiers stationed at the support base.

With a creepy slide, a giant centipede tens of meters long climbed out of the hole, and people stood up and looked down at the soldiers on the wall.
The back of this giant centipede is covered with a metallic hard shell with fine bristles, and there are thousands of pairs of tiny wart feet on both sides of it-of course, this smallness is relative to the huge body of the centipede, and each wart foot is thicker than a human thigh.
Just looking at these rhythmic warts is enough to make the scalp numb, not to mention a few warts with human bodies hanging on their feet-soldiers who have just fallen into a big hole. Their bodies are penetrated by wart feet, but they are not dead yet. They are hanging in the middle in vain and waving their limbs, and their mouths are constantly crying with pain.
The belly of this giant centipede is full of faces-thousands of human faces, men, women and children, but their expressions are the same. Except for distortion, pain and madness, soldiers can’t think of any more words to describe these faces at the moment.
"This ….. what is this? ！”
Chapter four hundred and forty SP-N61
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"It’s a new SP-type mutant …" It was a man wearing a dark gray painted power armor with a DAS armband on his shoulder. "If no other new SP has been recorded in these days … its number should be 61."
"Is this also an erosive species?" The soldier accidentally made eye contact with a face in the abdomen of the centipede … Before he could react, hundreds of people screamed and wailed, which rang deep in his mind!
"Ah … my head … seems to be cracking!" The soldier squatted down with a face of pain covering his head. "My head hurts! It seems … It seems that there are many people screaming in my head … "
"Don’t look straight at those faces!" The security agent shouted again, "it can launch a mental attack on the target through those’ face’ lines of sight. This attack means that it can’t be defended!"
"How do you do that?" Don’t overdo it and ask the officer, "You can’t even look at how to fight it."
"Don’t pay attention to those faces!" Security agents answered while holding heavy machine guns and pouring ammunition at the monster.
I don’t know how long it took for those sounds in the soldier’s mind to fade away, but even so, there are still some echoes in his ears. He shook his head vigorously and looked a little trance. He tried to get up from the ground but found that his legs were too soft to be stable.
At this time, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder, lifted him up and slapped him on the back.
The master also shouted in the soldier’s ear, "How are you? Can you still fight? ！”
This sound … seems to be his own level … The soldier thought in a daze and nodded his head.
"remember! Don’t look at that thing’s face! Never look them in the eye! Focus on other place! " The officer shouted and helped him pick up the fallen sniper rifle.
The soldier took the sniper rifle and aimed at the huge monster not far away and pulled the trigger again and again.
"bang! Boom! -bang! "
The remaining three rounds in the sniper rifle magazine were quickly finished, but the soldiers didn’t seem to realize the problem. They still pulled the trigger mechanically and kept "clicking, clicking".
His shooting habit is to shoot two shots in succession, the first shot incapacitates the target, and the second shot kills the target. Even in this case, his fingers still remain, so that his muscle memory pauses for a moment every time he pulls two triggers in succession, and then pulls two …
"Ta, da-da, da-"
At this moment, a humanoid mecha climbed to the wall with his hands and feet, and rushed to the monster with a shield across his body. As he rushed, he fired missiles and shells with his shoulders and back.
The monster body keeps exploding, the fire lights up, and many faces are blown to pieces, but soon new faces will be squeezed out of the monster body to replace those destroyed faces.
Mecha is less than 10 meters away from the monster, and two steps forward are the broken fence and the bottomless pit-manipulating the mech pilot to suddenly get rid of the shield in his hand and shout for the soldiers around him to "hide" for one second. Six propeller nozzles behind the body spewed several meters long blue flames and instantly burned two circles of black marks behind the wall.
The whole mecha suddenly jumped into the left arm and shot out three hook ropes, which hit the centipede right on the head. The right hand pulled out the handle, which had been hiding the shield. After that, the blade of the combat saber saber was heated to the limit, emitting a hot white light that was hard to look straight at.
After the claws at the front end of the hook line pierce the monster’s body, the hook line contracts and pulls the body to accelerate and hit the monster!
There are also ace pilots in elite troops who dare to do this in actual combat.
"Go to hell!" The roar of the pilot resounded through the whole battlefield. He vigorously waved his saber and cut the monster!
"Before-"
With a smell of protein scorched, the blade emits white light. Most of the blades are submerged in the monster body. The mecha instantly changes to grab the handle with both hands and loosen the hook rope. With the help of gravity and inertia, the saber suddenly pulls out a monster body with a length of more than three meters and a blackened edge.
But before the soldiers cheered, the charred tissue fell off like molting, and countless pink granulation crawled out, which was about to block the incision.
Mecha head lifted with Vulcan cannons on both sides of the main monitor directly swept into the incision-
I don’t know if it was auditory hallucination or echo that hasn’t dissipated. The soldier with a sniper rifle seemed to vaguely hear screams …
Six-meter humanoid mecha are equipped with head Vulcan cannons because of their limited size. This kind of emergency weapon and ammunition is rarely prepared. Soon the pilot will beat Vulcan cannons and ammunition.
However, the effect of this shooting was also very remarkable. The incision was beaten to a pulp, and the granulation stopped growing. Blood and pus were constantly sprayed from the tissue section, and even those faces near the incision closed their eyes.
"Close-range shooting of conventional ammunition can cause damage to the target!" The security agent shouted, "All people fire at those faces in the monster’s abdomen! They are fragile! Just like the human body! "
"Just like the human body?" The soldier repeated this sentence with some doubts. If this giant monster is about the same physical strength as human beings, how did it break through the hard rock and get out of the ground?
When he was thinking like this, the ace pilot drove the mecha to the second round of attack-he once again launched the hook rope to swing the body to the other side of the incision.
But when he was going to stab the saber at the monster again, his hands covered with pus and mucus grabbed the blade desperately!
It was a human being … or something resembling a human being. His body, including his head, arms and trunk, were exactly the same as a human being. His waist was connected with a thick tentacle-just like the snake-tailed monster in the story of the old era … but instead of scales, it was a layer of mucus like amniotic fluid.
Chapter four hundred and forty-nine Face
No one knows whether this "human" is a parasitic centipede, another monster or an organ of a centipede. Seeing it, it tightly holds the hot saber, although its hands are carbonized and its mouth constantly screams intermittently, but it doesn’t let go. Instead, it leans out and holds the blade in its arms!
Then there was a scene that made people’s scalp numb. Those faces with "centipede" abdomen struggled to emerge-they didn’t have a face, and there was a complete head and bust behind this face!
These "organs" with human appearance have climbed to the mecha body, and more than a dozen arms have brazenly grasped the blade as high as thousands of degrees Celsius, and more arms have reached the mecha cockpit.
They seem to have "wisdom". They know that the saber is the biggest threat to the body, and they also know that the pilot who manipulates this body is sitting in the cockpit on the chest.
"Get out of here!" The pilot roared and shook the body, but these things were surprisingly powerful. They clung to the things that could cling to the surface of the mecha, but their fingers dug those armor and armor gaps desperately.
They are wrapped in that layer of "amniotic fluid", which is also very corrosive. When they come into contact with the body armor, they quickly produce a lot of bubbles and white smoke. Several metal dust-proof nets that are bolted to the radiator are dissolved through the body surface in an instant, leaving many scratches with different shades.
If we continue to pester, the situation will get worse. The pilot in the cockpit has to give up the attack and raise his left arm to get rid of the eye dilemma with the help of hook and pull.
But before the hook was launched, a lean human body threw down the chest of the hook launcher and blocked the muzzle of the launcher.
"Damn it!"
The pilot swore that he would quickly reach out his hand to the right control panel to adjust the hook-and-cable launching intensity and trigger threshold-if this parameter is raised, the hook-and-cable will directly penetrate the human body without fixing the barb to other bodies.
However, his fingers just touched the touch screen and a body descended … Two, three, four … They seem to have gained insight into the pilot’s idea of stacking the hook and cable outlets layer by layer!
Now even if the launching intensity is adjusted to the maximum, it is impossible for the hook rope to penetrate so many human bodies …
"Damn, damn, damn!"
The pilot repeatedly scolded and smashed the touch screen with one punch.
"We have to find a way to get out … weapons … are there any weapons?"
He took two deep breaths and the line of sight quickly swept through several heads-up display screens-the movement of the left arm and the right arm was limited, the rocket launching nest was hung on the shoulder, the angle of the two 40 mm cannon behind was limited, the Vulcan cannon ammunition in the head was exhausted … Even the energy of the thermal saber was about to run out.
"Out of ammunition …" The pilot gritted his teeth and said to himself, "But the leg movement doesn’t seem to be restricted too much …"