Chapter 77 Speed

"Natsu, look, he is much stronger than Rambo!" While Bai Mo was cleaning up the perimeter, inside the defense line, the soldier Ainilu, who had taken a breath from the tense battle, said to his comrades next to him.

"This is no longer an ordinary war movie, this is X-Men vs. Aliens! This is Phoenix Girl! Enilu, you idiot!" Next to him, Natz was already impressed by Bai Mo who was displaying his telepathy wantonly.

"Phoenix girl, how big are you! He is obviously a boy."

"Does gender matter? Just be domineering enough. I like being domineering like this."

"I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I know your true orientation. It seems that I can't sleep in the same dormitory with you in the future." Ainilu took a step away with the gun in his hand.

"Go away! I'm not the one who likes you! It means admiration! You, a idiot from Naples, always misunderstand what we Northern Italians say."

"You are the idiot. What's wrong with Naples? Are the southerners provoking you? Northern Italy is full of pretentious perverts like you!" Ainelu counterattacked not to be outdone.

Just as Natsu was about to retort, he felt his helmet being hit hard.

"Which bastard..." Before Nats could say the word "egg", he turned around and found that the one who gave him a thrill was the platoon leader, so he forcefully swallowed the word "egg" back into his mouth.

"We're fighting, but your discipline is up!" the platoon leader said seriously.

"This isn't... this is to relax your nerves." Natz wanted to explain.

"Don't make excuses. This is war. Just relax and a hole will open in your head. Then you won't have to make excuses anymore. Just relax and wait until you get back alive after the war. No one will care whether you run naked or drink." ”

El Nilu covered his mouth and laughed.

"And you! El Nilu, which tutorial told you to hold a rifle with one hand on the battlefield! What was the other hand doing!" The platoon leader pointed at El Nilu, who was covering his mouth with one hand and holding a gun in the other.

"You two little bastards, if this wasn't a battlefield, I would have given you at least two hundred push-ups each when you got back. Remember, this is a battlefield!"

"You, the Fourth Company and the Sixth Company, quickly go to support the southern front, and the Fifth Company stays to garrison. There are no such fierce men on the southern flank who can fight for a hundred thousand, and the pressure is very high now. Don't look at it, don't be in a daze, your comrades are working hard. "!" The commander roared on the radio to several company commanders on the north wing, and urgently transferred most of the troops to the south wing that Bai Mo could not support.

Bai Mo, who was immersed in the tornado, did not pay attention to the farce caused by the two of them. Although he could hear the sounds of half of the battlefield, only the commander's dispatch made him pay a little attention.

As he continued to move at high speed, he gradually discovered that the movements of the mutant creatures and soldiers around him were actually so slow, so sluggish. They were actually different from the slow motion shots he had seen in movies before. Not much difference.

"It's too slow, it's too slow! Everything is so slow. It seems because I have always been accustomed to this kind of world and have never left the low-speed world. The real world I can perceive is actually slower than the original one." The world accelerated ten times, but I never realized it, and I always thought that was all I could perceive. Only at high speed did I realize that this was the world I experienced on a daily basis! The brain is content with the status quo and is self-deceiving." Bai Mo said to himself.

"The increase in nerve response speed is actually an increase in the speed of perception of the entire world. Fortunately, I was a little happy when I saw the trajectory of the bullet. I only realized now that the whole world has slowed down! Hahaha! Hahaha!" Bai Mo couldn't help laughing as he thought about what happened next.

The soldiers watching from a distance suddenly laughed when they saw Bai Mo who was still killing everyone, and felt a slight chill on their backs for no reason. In the eyes of this group of soldiers, those who can kill without hesitation and laugh wildly are generally not normal people.

"Heroes always have some quirks." Nats continued to defend his temporary idol in his mind.

"Rambo doesn't seem that crazy. He can still laugh while killing." Ainilu whispered, but he didn't dare to speak louder. Although he was not afraid that Bai Mo, who was dozens of meters away from him, could hear him, he also I'm afraid of the platoon leader's fist.

"It's a pity that I still couldn't control it well and created a tornado, but that doesn't matter anymore. You can practice tornadoes in any open space and you will be able to create them one day. But if you don't see through the illusion of a low-speed world, your worldview will forever change." Don’t come.”

"My thinking is ten times faster than before, and my body strength can fully support ten times the speed of activities. Why should I waste time living at twice the speed?" Bai Mo suddenly had this thought in his mind.

Thinking of this, he began to try to adapt to the new speed of life.

While moving forward at full speed at a speed of more than 150 meters per second, Bai Mo tried not to rely on spiritual thoughts, but to use his own fingers to guide his spiritual power.

Whenever he wants to attack a mutated creature, he stipulates that he must point with his index finger first, and after killing it, he must count silently in his mind.

One minute later.

"This is still too slow. I only killed 452 in one minute." Bai Mo was very dissatisfied with his results. "On average, I pointed at less than eight in one second. It seems that I am very far away from being completely used to it." There is still a long way to go before a high-speed world of 20%.”

Bai Mo's playing tricks naturally led to the emergence of a large number of fish that slipped through the net. In order to remedy the situation, he could only use his spiritual sense to sense again and eliminate the mutated creatures that had passed through his defense line due to his lack of skills.

However, for ordinary soldiers, pointing eight times in one second is already to the point where they can only see afterimages. After all, eighty-one seconds can barely be regarded as a continuous animation.

After finally clearing away all the mutated creatures that passed through his defense, Bai Mo learned his lesson and simply used five seconds as a unit of measurement, just like measuring APM, to test the number of effective operations within five seconds.

"One minute is too long. It's not easy to clean up all the fish that have slipped through the net. If it's five seconds, it shouldn't be so hard to make up for the pot. At their speed, they can't leave my killing radius in five seconds."

"Fifty-one in five seconds, there seems to be progress." Bai Mo smoothly erased the other mutated creatures that were not clicked, and then threw himself into practice again.

"fifty three."

"fifty seven."

…

"eighty-one."

"eighty."

"It seems that my current upper limit should be about 80 effective operations in five seconds. After converting to ten times the reaction speed, it is about the same as an ordinary person pointing his finger 1.6 times per second, but the reaction should not be linear. Calculated, that translates into two times per second, which is actually not very fast.”

The so-called battlefield, in Bai Mo's view, is just a sandbox that can be painted on or erased at will.