Chapter 245: triple shock
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Günabel was madly advancing under the ground.
After Bauer’s warning, he took on the form of a thorny man, using a thorny vine as hard as alloy to break through the surface and burrow into the ground. The thick vines that had formed his arms were twisted together, forming a spike like thorns. The thorny drill bit continuously rotated, breaking open the weak soil beneath the ground. Hundreds of vines formed by its body rapidly pulled back from both sides, filling up the ‘path’ that it had taken before it arrived.
In this way, Gounabel was within half an hour, almost two kilometers from the patch of snow he had encountered with Valkyrie. Finally, Gunnar lunged upward. The thorny drill bit broke through the ground and snow, and the slightly red light of the sun immediately caused his eyes to hurt slightly.
Arriving on the surface, breathing in the icy air, Gunnar returned to his human form. He half squatted on the ground, breathing heavily while looking behind him. There seemed to be no change behind him, but an intense wave of energy was spreading through the air. Günabel only touched the undulation slightly, and his skin immediately went numb. A large amount of information was released from the undulations, and most of the information was branded with the brand of destruction.
Gunnar shuddered and cut off his senses. He stood up in the cold, his loose clothes flapping in the wind. Gunnar looked down. The Cossack military base was already in sight. This mutated descent esper revealed a thoughtful expression, and then used the thorny human form that consumed a lot of energy to dig into the ground. Günabel intended to directly enter the base from underground.
Who knew what other people Asgard would turn into in the military base? Gunnar didn’t dare to be careless. The radiation snow on the ground was his best cover, and he wasn’t afraid of being detected by others.
On the snowy slope just a kilometer away from Gunnar, the snow had buried the wheels of the transport and the teachers had to clear the snow with shovels. The Chief Military Instructor was lying flat in the driver’s seat, a pair of thick legs resting directly on the steering wheel. He still had a cigar in his mouth, but he didn’t light it.
A series of snores came from the driver’s seat, accompanied by the sound of the wind blowing outside the car, forming a special symphony. However, the snoring suddenly stopped. One moment the instructor was sleeping like a dead pig, the next he jumped out of the driver’s seat. The instructor took off the sunglasses he wore to cover his face. He stuck his head out of the window and looked in the direction of the military base.