It seemed like they had to resort to brute force, since there was no better way. All of a sudden, all the weapons on the Coxcomb were unleashed. Countless laser cannons were activated, and the electromagnetic cannons were charged. Shang had even prepared the Beauty's Secretion corrosive bomb.
No one knew what kind of changes these weapons would bring to this unknown environment. However, if they did not do anything, they would be trapped to death.
There was no time to worry about that now!
All the laser cannons were fired, and the electromagnetic cannons were fired. The holographic screen lit up. Even Ye Chong and the rest of the crew were shocked by the scene. All they could see was the blinding light. They could no longer distinguish the laser from the electromagnetic wave.
The expected explosion did not form, which made everyone secretly relieved. In fact, they were all afraid that the red mist was a flammable substance. If that was the case, the electromagnetic wave and laser could cause a big explosion. If it really did explode, the Coxcomb would not have survived such an explosion.
However, when they saw the scene before them, they were stunned.
The red strands on the holographic screen did not decrease, but increased in number. Heavens, how is this possible? With such intense firepower, even if it was a warship or a mech instead of these red strands, it would still be blasted to pieces.
The holographic screen showed no signs of damage on the red strands. Could it be that the energy beams could not damage the red strands? This was the first thought that came to Ye Chong's mind.
The laser cannons did not stop. They continued to fire a dense rain of laser beams. Without the interference of electromagnetic waves, Ye Chong could see clearly. When the dense laser beams hit the red threads, it was like raindrops hitting a pond. They only stirred up countless ripples. The strands did not change.
Ye Chong's expression changed. The strands were immune to energy based weapons.
Ye Chong continued to stare at the holographic screen. There was still hope, and that was the Beauty's Secretion corrosive bomb. This weapon, developed by Ye Chong and tested in many battles, could be trusted. It was highly corrosive, and could penetrate the outer layer of a mech in a short time. The mech pilot inside the mech would die of hypoxia.
Ye Chong stared at the Beauty's Secretion corrosive bomb on the holographic screen. Due to the red mist, the Beauty's Secretion moved very slowly. However, it still encountered the strange red thread. Actually, in this kind of environment, there was no guarantee that Beauty's Secretion could aim accurately. However, there were too many red threads around them. It did not even need to aim before it hit a red thread that was as thick as an arm.
The beauty's letter exploded and the water splashed everywhere. The corrosive power of the Sorrowful Water did not disappoint. The area where the red thread that was as thick as an arm came into contact with the Sorrowful Water immediately emitted a burst of green smoke before breaking into two.
However, Ye Chong did not have the time to be happy. On the contrary, his expression darkened.
Because at this moment, the red threads on the holographic screen became denser. No matter how powerful the Beauty's Secretion was, it would never be able to clear a path for the Coxcomb. Moreover, the growth rate of these red threads was much faster than the corrosion rate of Beauty's Creed. Even if Ye Chong launched all his Beauty's Letters, it would still be a drop in the ocean.
What exactly were these strange red threads? Everyone on the Coxcomb was shocked. Zhu Ling could still be considered calm, but Qiu Man's beautiful face had already turned pale, her two hands tightly pressed in front of her chest.
"Mu, do you know what this is?" Ye Chong asked quickly.
"The material is unknown, the structure is unknown." Mu remained calm even in this life and death situation.
Ye Chong quickly deployed Guardian and jumped into the cockpit as fast as he could. "Mu, open the hatch, I'll go get some samples."
"Be careful."
Ye Chong did not have the time to appreciate Mu's concern. Guardian flew towards the hatch as fast as it could.
Now, as long as they could find the specific composition of the red threads, find out its chemical and physical properties, and then take measures accordingly, they would have a chance to escape. The Coxcomb was tightly entangled, it could not move at all, it was impossible to turn back.
Ye Chong and Mu cooperated well, the timing of the hatch opening was also very precise.
Ye Chong flew out of the Coxcomb, and only then did he truly understand how many red threads there were. The Coxcomb was almost wrapped in a cocoon of this unknown red thread-like substance.
Ye Chong, who was attentive, soon discovered something strange. Han Jia's movement was not affected at all in the dense red fog. Ye Chong could not help but feel strange. Judging from the Coxcomb's performance just now, the dense red fog had an obvious effect on the warship's flight. But now he could not feel it.
Without time to think, Ye Chong waved his hand, and Han Jia flew towards the nearest red thread at the fastest speed. The red thread was more than a meter in diameter, and it was waving rhythmically. Looking at it from a close distance, one could see that the strange red silk was very soft, slightly translucent, and had the texture of a gel. Han Jia grabbed the thread with one hand, and pulled out the dagger with the other.
Hmm, I didn't expect this red thread to be so slippery. Moreover, I can faintly sense a strong suction force. Han Jia lost its grip and let go of the thread. Ye Chong quickly controlled Han Jia to grab the thread again.
The dagger waved, and the red fog created a temporary blank space. But then the whole space was filled with red fog again.
Ye Chong did not expect the first real use of this newly made dagger would be to cut a red thread. Fortunately, the dagger did not disappoint Ye Chong, as it easily cut the thread. Ye Chong waved again, and cut off a sample of about two meters long. That should be enough.
However, Ye Chong did not expect a bigger threat to come.
A huge red pillar with a diameter of more than 70 kilometers swept towards him along with the red fog. The Coxcomb was wrapped up by the tiny red threads like a red ball. And this thick red pillar was like a huge cue, gently touching the red ball.
Bam.
Ye Chong's vision went dark, and he felt a strong force coming from some unknown source, and the scene before him was spinning. The sudden turn of events caused Ye Chong to lose control of Han Jia. Han Jia was drowned in the countless red threads. He could only hear Mu's hasty and blurred voice, "Ye …"
By the time Ye Chong reacted, the Coxcomb had already disappeared. What he saw were countless red threads, turning the place into a sea of threads. The red threads were so elastic that Ye Chong felt like he was driving Han Jia on a spring.
Ye Chong panicked.
In the red fog, the electromagnetic interference was severe, and Ye Chong could not contact Mu at all. The red mist was as thick as porridge, and visibility was low. Ye Chong could not tell which way was north, south, east, and west with the countless strands floating in the red mist.
Soon, Ye Chong calmed down. He knew that fear and panic would not help him at all. On the contrary, it would only worsen his situation. The priority now was to find Mu and the rest. If he was alone, the chances of survival in this environment would be very low.
The red fog was so thick that he could not even see his fingers.
Ye Chong piloted Han Jia and flew towards the general direction of the Coxcomb according to his memory. Even now, he still didn't know what hit him. The force just now was too great, and it wasn't something he could resist at all. If it were not for the red threads around him, which weakened the force, Ye Chong believed that he would have flown to somewhere else.
Nothing, still nothing. Han Jia weaved in and out of the red threads. Ye Chong had searched everywhere in the vicinity, but there was no sign of the Coxcomb. He could not get through to Mu.
This damned Red Mist! If not for the red fog, Ye Chong and Mu could communicate over a long distance. Even with the red threads, they could still easily locate each other.
He expanded his search radius, but still found nothing. Ye Chong had to give up on this useless effort. In fact, in this strange space with low visibility and no way to locate him, and with so many red threads floating around, Ye Chong could not even make the most basic marks to determine his position.
Mu … Shang …
Ye Chong smiled bitterly. Mu and Shang had always been in his life. The sudden separation made Ye Chong feel empty, and he did not know what to do.
No matter what, survival was the most important thing. Ye Chong pulled himself together.
Fortunately, he had maintained the habit of carrying backup energy cells and nutrients. Otherwise, he might not even be able to fly out of the red mist. The only possible outcome for him would be to starve to death in the red mist.
Ye Chong picked a direction and flew straight ahead. Right now, to him, the probability in every direction was the same.
Han Jia's flight in the red fog was unexpectedly smooth, without any delay, as if it was flying in a vacuum. Ye Chong was puzzled. Back on Coxcomb, Mu had reported that the warship's speed was hindered due to the red fog. But now, he was not affected at all. Ye Chong once again recalled this detail that was easily overlooked.
That was not the only thing that was strange.
Ye Chong also found that the red threads were unusually slippery, as if they were coated with lubricant. The moment they touched Han Jia, they would float away. After flying for so long, Han Jia did not get tangled by a single red thread.
Strange! Ye Chong remembered the scene on Coxcomb. The Coxcomb was like a catalyst thrown into a reaction solvent. The growth of the red threads was terrifying. In the blink of an eye, Coxcomb was surrounded by red threads.
But why did the threads not entangle him?
Could it be because of Han Jia's special material? That was Ye Chong's first thought, but he was not in the mood to verify it. Getting out of this area as soon as possible was the best choice.
When one was flying alone in the unknown space, the loneliness was enough to make a weak-minded person suicidal. You did not know when you would meet someone, you did not know what was waiting for you, you did not even know where you were. Flying for 3 days, 10 days, a month, maybe …
But Ye Chong still flew forward. Ye Chong understood clearly that even if you fought for it, you might not survive. But if you did not fight for it, and did not fight for it, then you would lose even that little bit of hope.
Flying in this sea of red threads was actually quite an interesting thing, if not for the current situation.
The red threads were growing, and while they did not grow as wildly as Ye Chong saw them on Coxcomb, they were definitely getting thicker. Ye Chong guessed that these red threads and the red fog were of the same substance, but he did not know the specific conditions for their conversion.
The red threads floating in the red fog were mostly thick, with some reaching tens of kilometers in diameter. This was a huge problem for Ye Chong, as he could not see the scene in front of him at all, so he had to slow down.
However, Ye Chong soon found a more energy-efficient way to move forward. Han Jia was like an agile mutated ape, and the red threads were like vines growing everywhere in the forest. In fact, the elasticity of the red threads was much higher than the vines. Han Jia moved even faster, which also saved a lot of energy.
Since he did not know how far he would reach the end, he would save as much as he could. Who knows, his life or death would depend on this energy.
However, for Ye Chong, while this way of moving forward was energy efficient, it required a lot of piloting.
Fortunately, Ye Chong was good at piloting mechs. Even so, Ye Chong was often flustered in the first two days. Using this method to travel in the fog would put one's mind in a rather tense state. Staying in this state for long periods of time was easy to tire out. Fortunately, Ye Chong's nerves were as strong as his body, and after two days of adapting, he was fine.
Under the pressure of life and death, it was easier to tap into one's potential.
There were also many red threads in the red fog, but the density was much smaller than around Coxcomb. Without a doubt, Ye Chong was certain that the Coxcomb must have triggered the red mist in some way, causing all these changes. Although he still did not know the reason.
Twelve thousand two hundred and seventy-three.
Ye Chong counted silently, as his hands moved smoothly on the control panel. Han Jia swung forward like a mutated ape on a swing.
Ye Chong was exhausted from the endless journey, but he still looked excited.
Ye Chong noticed that the Red Mist was thinning out, and the strands were thinning out as well.
This meant that he was heading in the right direction!
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