Yang Yuefan looked at the data of the two life capsules facing each other and was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately realized that Xu Yichen had found Acharn!

With Yang Yuefan's operation, a large amount of data began to be recorded. He would compare these records with the description of Acharn that Xu Yichen saw in the game, and finally simulate a fuzzy comparison model through the ship's AI system.

Although this model may be very inaccurate due to Xu Yichen's unclear description and supervisory factors, it can at least allow relevant departments to know when a player will feedback to reality after he is exposed to chaos in the game and when it will be enough to completely change the body form of a human being.

This was originally the main task of the Sixth Colonial Fleet, and used almost infinite physical isolation method to explore the specific process of chaos corruption of humans through games.

Yang Yuefan was once the initiator and final executor of this mission, but with the discovery of Central Asian space in the real world, this physical isolation has become a useless move.

It would be impossible to say that Yang Yuefan did not suffer any blows because of this. Tens of thousands of lives were on the road of no return because of his wrong decision, and countless materials were wasted on a completely useless project.

However, Yang Yuefan resisted the pressure and accepted the failure. Even if the observation of Acharn was used, Acharn was the first instance of corruption from the completed observation. The entire process of how he gradually transformed from a normal human to a chaotic monster is very precious to the relevant departments.

Perhaps in the future, humans can find ways to curb corruption and even reverse corruption in this process. Perhaps humans can discover more weaknesses about chaos in this process.

Perhaps, this information will accelerate the destruction of human civilization...

Yang Yuefan shook his head stubbornly and packaged the entire file and uploaded it. He didn't know what role this file would play in the end, but one thing is certain: if you don't make progress and make breakthroughs, the future of mankind will be dark.

He chose a more radical path, he chose a more radical path for mankind. No one could help him share the pressure, and no one could make a choice for him. Perhaps except for the political commissar in front of him who had bullets in his mind.

In Xu Yichen's eyes, Acharn was powerful and could easily use his spiritual energy to release various tricks. His self-healing ability was comparable to his own, almost completely crushing himself.

However, Xu Yichen only took twenty seconds to confirm that the player selected by Chaos had a fatal weakness. He had no combat experience. He was like an eight-year-old child holding a pistol. He had the ability to shoot and might even shoot his classmates at close range.

But he was facing one of the few individuals in the world who were best at fighting, Xu Yichen, the political commissar of New China, and the living demon.

Xu Yichen nailed the big sword of [Fight Disaster] to the ground, rushed into Acharn's arms like his closest lover, and then cordially broke the other's arm.

Archarn was wearing a bracelet full of bone spurs, which was extremely strong, but Xu Yichen understood that every bone in the human body and how to easily break them by inertia, almost no force was needed.

The Demon Hunter is very fortunate that most of Acharn still retains human characteristics, rather than being like those seriously mutated monsters, which makes people unable to start.

During the instant contact, Xu Yichen wanted to break the other party's ribs, but the touch conveyed by his fist told himself that Acharn's ribs had been alienated and condensed into a structure similar to bone plates. Xu Yichen was also familiar with this structure because his own ribs were now like this structure.

That's why he stood up again and again from the violent impact, and those bone plates could firmly protect his internal organs.

Acharn did not wear a helmet, and the Demon Hunter was not polite. Before the other party's arms recovered, he smashed the other party's nose with his forehead.

[Pure Fire] I tried to ignite Acharn again and again, but the chaotic power on the other party was constantly competing, and even oppressed Xu Yichen himself.

"Damn it!" Acharn wailed in pain. He broke the other person's finger, and then the madman in front of him blinded his eyes with the broken bone stubble: "I won't let you go!"

This is not the battle Acharn imagined. In his imagination, the other party should challenge himself on a white horse and carrying a spear, and he is the invincible demon king.

But the current battle reminded Didrick of the gangsters who fought for a few dollars in the streets and alleys, but this damn Seris is much more efficient than them!

What's even more terrible is that Acharn was unable to use his air superiority in this low cabin. The other party's strange silver flame made his psychic hand slide past again and again!

Diderick felt as if he was trapped in a storm, and the other party could cause harm to him with every move. Although he could recover immediately, the pain actually burned his brain.

"Plop!"

The Seris in front of him put himself on the ground with an incomprehensible action. For this action, he had to twist his arm in an awkward position, but the result was that Acharn's lumbar spine was reversed to a ninety-degree angle.

Then both sides were like rubber men, returning to their original state in the rolling, except that Diderick was crying and constantly scolding, while his enemies were expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

Archarn learned very quickly, his body seemed to be fully prepared for the battle, but it was meaningless, and he could not surpass the enemy in front of him in a short time.

The Demon Hunter stabbed in a ruthless and merciless manner with a small dagger along an indescribable position between Acharn's legs, and cut back twenty centimeters.

Acharn's screams penetrated countless cabins, causing the dirty and bloody monk Feng Wuyi to subconsciously clamp his legs: "Hehe, what's the sound?"

The corpses all over the ground made Feng Wuyi almost unable to find his foot. His hands kept trembling. In the battle just now, he used his fists to hit the opponent's armor too many times.

Compared to the rotten meat that kept flowing juice, the monk would rather break their armor and take out their hearts. He has now confirmed that the heads of these rotten corpses are dispensable and cannot even count as weakness.

Feng Wuyi found a slightly cleaner place to rest for half a minute, and left the cabin before the rotten corpses were resurrected.
Chapter completed!