There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Ada Wong's murderous intent was now impossible to conceal, drawing Zack towards her. A cold smile flashed across her face without her turning around, seemingly oblivious to the approaching threat, as she walked towards me with an elegant gait, as relaxed as if she were focused on welcoming an old friend.

"Hey, someone's chasing us from behind!"

Unaware of it.

"Hey, look! There's a UFO flying in the sky!"

Still oblivious.

"Hey, there's a capitalist behind you who genuinely sympathizes with the working class!"

For some reason, after I said that, Ada Wong's eyelids actually twitched, but she didn't turn around in the end. She just raised her eyes and met my gaze with her alluring eyes.

"If only I had brought my octanitrocuboethane module weapon with me this time..."

Ada Wong sighed softly, speaking in a less-than-gentle tone, without bothering to wipe the soot from her face, and continued, "Alright, your turn."

Eh?

Before I could react, the intense and pure killing intent emanating from Ada Wong vanished without a trace, as easily as a wisp of mist in the mountains during spring.

No wonder they're professional agents!

But Zack had already caught up to within a few steps of her. Would Ada Wong's actions still be of any use at this point...?

"System notification: Hostile target detected approaching. Automatically entering counterattack mode."

The sudden, comical arpeggio cue sent a chill down my spine.

Woman, you schemed against me!

…………

This incident once again illustrates that if you can't tell who the worst player is at a poker table, then the worst player is most likely yourself.

For some reason, Zack looked at me with a hint of confusion, probably because he was bewildered by the colonist system's strange and cold combat mode.

Kant said that man can only be an end in himself, not a means. Therefore, no one could have imagined that a colony system could exist in this world, so purely controlling of its host, using killing as a means, a strange existence that completely contradicts the purposefulness inherent in "human beings"!

Counterattack mode: If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move!

Now here's the problem: what should I do when faced with someone who seems to be halfway to the fourth stage of the gene lock?

Waiting online, very anxious.

I didn't get any comments from helpful netizens, but the old man's infuriating voice rang out again.

"Marcus, control your killing intent and don't let Zach sense it!"

"Okay... I'll try my best... Anything else?"

"I, the old man, have studied Zack's power and confirmed it's a secret technique of ancient seafarers. On the surface, this method tempers the body, but in reality, it trains mental strength, attempting to break through human limits. However, it's easy to learn but difficult to master; improper use can lead to serious consequences..."

"I can tell..."

Do you think I wouldn't see that? Zack's gone mad, like Kai opening the Eight Gates, he might just kick the book to its finale...

"Hmph, there are many things you haven't noticed!"

The old man habitually quipped, "I also discovered that this secret system is actually a direct counterpart to the long-standing alchemical system of the Vatican! The extreme physical strength displayed by Zack is essentially the same as that of the Vatican's spiritual children who walked among humans and built the divine kingdom!"

"I don't quite understand this... Is there a better way to put it?" I asked quietly.

"If you want to know, go ask that old swindler Yorkson yourself another day. I heard it from him too."

Old Man Hook replied impatiently, "In short, Zach's mind is currently approaching an extreme state due to the stimulation, and a crisis could occur at any moment. In the alchemical system, this is generally referred to as 'Herod's diagram'..."

What was Herod the Great? What rank of king was he? Did he also like to use face-cutting effects and fight naked?

"Herod was a legendary tyrant known for his cruelty, and the appearance of Herod's image in alchemy represents despotism, tyranny, and a turn towards ruin, which is an extremely dangerous mental state. It shows that his will has broken through the threshold of self-protection and is at the limit of fighting against 'God,' and will eventually face self-destruction and defeat."

I said with dissatisfaction, "No, this explanation is definitely wrong!"

Zach appears to be merely going berserk and out of control, yet he seems to be at the height of his power, showing no signs of impending defeat! Could it be that this use of "defeat" is similar to the use of the "Sword of Defeat," both aiming to leave the opponent utterly defeated?!

"Where did you come from, you unscrupulous navigation system... It seems that it's not him who's going to be destroyed, but me, isn't it..."

Old Man Hook said angrily, "Don't interrupt! I can sense the chaos in his mental energy. He's explaining the current situation to you; otherwise, you're doomed!"

Well, Old Man Hook's occult system was quite diverse. Due to his own personality flaws, he didn't seem to believe in any theories. Therefore, he drew on a lot of knowledge from various sources, and his knowledge was basically equivalent to that of the Shaolin Temple's chief priest, the Living Buddha Sangye, stationed at the mosque on Wudang Mountain—since it was free, he believed in a little bit of everything.

Besides delving into the most profound art of dream manipulation, his greatest skill was alchemy, which was taught by old Yorkson. He must have truly discovered something about it.

...Sigh, I sincerely hope that the idea of ​​a gene lock is just my overthinking, and that we can actually use alchemical theories to develop a solution.

"In alchemical texts, this vision is commonly described as hell, leprosy, or the end of the world. These images are all associated with death, which is an important part of the process of corruption. Ultimately, these all use the story of Herod's massacre of the spiritual particles as a starting point, symbolizing the 'calcination process' of the experiment, which ultimately leads to the various elements being heated and destroyed in the flask until they reach the 'death point'!"

"Whether Zack can survive the 'death point' now depends on whether you can find the cause of his mental breakdown and defeat him completely..."

Chapter 641 You are the heaviest master

A fierce sea breeze swept across the sea, stirring up a clamor across the entire surface. At this moment, a dim light weakly pierced through the clouds, but the thick clouds and faint light did not obstruct the extension of the field of vision. On the contrary, they expanded a kind of ethereal, infinite space, allowing the gaze to lazily drift on the sea breeze to the ends of the earth.

Neither Zach nor I moved.

Zach's arms were bent forward, his shoulders and neck slightly slumped, and his eyes, bulging with veins and wrinkles from excessive exertion, glared at something that didn't exist, like a domineering wild beast.

His legs were firmly planted in the ground, and the gale could not shake him in the slightest. Although he was still, he contained the momentum of a thunderbolt, like two leaden clouds slowly approaching each other in the sky. All the energy he had gathered beforehand was for the earth-shattering explosion when they collided.

I didn't move, even though I was standing in front of Zack.

"Agent E, why did those two suddenly stop moving? Weren't they chasing you pretty fast just now?"

Having survived the chain of explosions caused by his teammates, Sparrow, probably unable to bear the thick smoke in the cabin, somehow managed to sneak up to the top of the aircraft in the dark. He half-lay down next to the protruding steel structure to join in the fun, peeking out to ask Ada Wong a question.

Agent E, who had instantly achieved two new accomplishments, "femme fatale" and "diverting the disaster eastward," stood on the edge of the explosion breach, maintaining a position where he could advance or retreat at will, and stared at the spot for a long time.

"They're looking for an opportunity. I can sense the intense killing intent between them; once they start moving, the situation will definitely be difficult to control..."

Ada Wong held her breath, pointed at me, and said, "Don't believe me? Look at Marcus. Just now, his heart was pounding and he was panting, his expression tense. Now, he seems to have forgotten that the enemy is right in front of him. That's proof enough! Whoever moves first will be at a disadvantage..."

Little Sparrow exclaimed knowingly, "I see!"

But being left out, I could only silently shed tears. Was this because I felt nothing? I was clearly too afraid to even move.

Zack paused his movements, misled by the quantum-state killing intent emanating from me. But just seeing that I had already entered counterattack mode, yet wasn't resolving the battle as efficiently and ruthlessly as usual, I knew something was wrong...

Ultimately, I suspect that the colonizer system's combat mechanism simply couldn't find a solution for this extremely threatening yet difficult-to-assess enemy. If the enemy doesn't move, the counterattack mechanism doesn't move; if the counterattack mechanism doesn't move, the enemy doesn't move. Isn't this just a nested doll situation?!

From another perspective, Zack in front of us may not have any flaws, and besides, he just happened to have exploited a bug in the colonist system!

"We can't let this stalemate continue; I need to take the initiative..."

I made a decision in my heart, instantly canceled the colonist system's counterattack mode, and slowly walked forward, meeting the surprised gazes of Ada Wong and Sparrow.

"Agent E, look! Marcus moved first, is he doomed?!"

Ada Wong squinted and said, "No, perhaps he's confident he can break the deadlock..."

I took only a few steps forward, and Zach's expression became even more dangerous, as if he had sensed something.

Therefore, I slightly bent my knees into a horse stance, then focused my energy into my dantian, closed my eyes and exhaled softly, silently reciting the secret techniques of One-Finger Divine Skill, Lion's Roar Skill, and Toad Qigong. Finally, I felt the dragon and tiger merging within my body, the water and fire in harmony, and a long roar emanated from my body...

"Come here!"

"Bandits must be eradicated at all times; we can't afford not to!"

"The situation is urgent, kill Astra quickly!"

Spyro's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He pointed dumbfoundedly and asked, "What kind of nonsense is this? This is the solution?!"

"Cough cough..."

I didn't just shout this out randomly; I came prepared—if these three sentences weren't so compelling, I wouldn't have embarrassed myself at such a serious moment.

Sigh, if Zack were still conscious and his senses hadn't been so severely impaired by Perrin's potion, all I would have had to do was yell "You son of a bitch!" and he would have chased me for two blocks without even breaking a sweat!

As I called out three times, sometimes full of emotion, sometimes full of resentment, and sometimes full of obsession, my emotions progressed layer by layer, as if I were eating hotpot and singing a song when I was suddenly robbed by bandits!

It finally transformed into pure killing intent!

That solid killing intent, as sharp as a needle, instantly stung Zach's nerves!

"call out!"

The speed was faster than I expected. Driven by murderous intent, Zack's figure vanished from his spot in an instant, and his enormous fist was already hurtling towards my face.

"Watch out, Marcus!"

By the time Little Sparrow realized what was happening and shouted, Zach was less than half a meter away from me; he was too slow.

He even closed his eyes, afraid to see the horrific sight of my head being blown apart.

"System notification: Hostile attack detected. Automatically entering counterattack mode!"

Even faster than Zach was my speed of retreat!

"Agent E, is Marcus dead...wait, where is he?"

Sparrow finally opened his eyes, only to find that the battle he had anticipated had not taken place.

Ada Wong ignored him and instead used all her strength to keep up with our fighting speed!

To outsiders, Zack and I stood on opposite sides without engaging in combat. Although our movements were fierce, we were always circling around each other and soon left our original positions, running around on top of the aircraft.

When novices clash, it's like a chaotic battle with flying sand and stones, and cannons and horses exhausted. The so-called good warriors don't achieve great feats. Zack and I were like two top chess players playing a game of chess, producing a chaotic battle without any real tension, completely confusing the onlookers.

But being in the thick of the battle, I knew very well that the battle within the colonist system had already begun, and the blades on my arm armor were constantly thrusting out, like serpents lurking in the grass. Yet, the blind Zack could move with the agility of a mongoose, precisely dodging my attacks!

Zack's punches and kicks came raining down, using the incredible speed gained by abandoning and transcending the senses to aim at every vital point on my body.

But the colonizer system was already prepared, and always managed to anticipate his attack two steps ahead, using a seemingly inexplicable twist or deflection to completely neutralize it.

But things have come full circle. Zack must have read my movements. If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move; if the enemy moves, I move first. The two of us are playing a game of wits, starting an endless nesting game, which will soon reach the atmosphere!

"boom!"

An unexpected sound suddenly rang out, and something strange happened!

Zack's movements suddenly accelerated, completely disrupting my subsequent plans!

As the sudden change occurred, Zack threw a punch horizontally and kicked straight at my chest and abdomen with a strong wind. Although I tried to block, I was ultimately unable to defend against the series of attacks and was hit head-on by Zack with tremendous force, kicking up countless clouds of dust!

Just a moment ago, my parrying motion touched Zack's arm. I could feel his muscles tense up, his blood flowing unusually slowly, making his body as hard as iron, and I couldn't budge him an inch.

His punch seemed slow, but when it touched my left shoulder, it suddenly exerted force after tensing up, and a penetrating force was suddenly unleashed, with the fist generating a powerful force that could pierce through gold and split rocks!