Chapter 1713 Are You Still Alive?

The black mans worms died one by one, and the petite worms around the space battlefield closed their eyes, stretched their legs, stretched their legs, made no sound, and entered a state of brain death before making the slightest struggle. They all became a lifeless space. Garbage waiting to break down and eventually become part of the stardust.

Each black awn and other black awns are like different connection points in a giant net, and they are closely connected with each other, shouldering the heavy responsibility of pulling up a giant net.

It is this kind of connection similar to the mental force network or the magnetic field network that forms an amplifier with an extremely wide range of coverage, which maximizes the amplification of Kaiwu's innate skills. The more the number, the greater the coverage of the moonlight. powerful.

It is as if tens of thousands of small speakers are playing the same piece of music regularly hand in hand, and the sound is naturally amplified until it is deafening.

It is precisely because of their close connection with each other that it is convenient for Mo Ye to use his spiritual power to track and lock these black awns. Following the network of connections between them, he can accurately extend his spiritual power to all the black awns. , without the need to waste mental power by searching randomly in the vast space.

It is not that the Templar Legion has not thought about such a method, but it is not easy to do it. In Zerg Domain, according to the information known to the public, there is only another spiritual master on the Zerg blacklist, Luo Lan can be done.

The commander of the battleship in charge of the battle at the temple didn't think about it at first, and was more worried about the cunning of the Zerg. The Zerg was more cunning than humans.

"The 0125 and 3651 reconnaissance mechas have already gone to investigate the situation at the scene, and the results will be announced soon."

"Notify me as soon as there is any news."

"Yes, sir."

The main battleship of the Templar Legion's operation this time is a cruiser that has been remodeled many times, and the original model can no longer be seen in its appearance.

Several warships are not from the same legion, even two different legions, and they chose legions from different factions, which makes the atmosphere of the command center permeated with an unusual atmosphere.

The meeting room inside the battleship with smooth lines has a solemn atmosphere. The commander and several subordinate officers are discussing the next battle plan against the star map of the battle situation.

The mass death of Heimang surprised them both.

"Judging from the current feedback from the detectors, the communication between areas a and c has been restored, and the range is increasing. According to the development of this situation, we will soon be able to regain control of the entire communication network."

The restoration of communication has greatly strengthened the tacit understanding of the coordinated operations among the various units.

A series of combat instructions were quickly conveyed.

"If it's not the Zerg's tricks, then what's going on with these black lights?"

It is difficult to rest assured that the questions are always hanging in the heart if they are not solved. Several officers at the conference table look at each other and look at you. The different factions of the two sides make the officers have reservations about their speeches.

At this time, the mechas on the front line were already close to the large area covered by the black light, and the mecha masters were close to these small things floating in space. Even compared with the light mechas, the size of these bugs was pitifully small.

Mecha masters can't find the black awns cruising in space with the naked eye. When they turn on the special optical detection equipment for the black awns, a dark dot appears in front of them. These little things should be swimming around alive and kicking. Although it is still moving at this time, it is disorderly and deviates from the original track and drifts slowly.

"died"

"They're all dead."

The black pressure crushed one piece to death, and through the optical detection equipment, it seemed that the secret numbness had floated together, and the intensive phobia made me faint.

After the combat command center got the news, several officers looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

"I didn't expect to die." The Zerg would never intentionally kill a large wave of Heimang, there is no benefit at all.

Who did it?

His Excellency the sorcerer, who does good deeds without leaving his name, is still sitting on the independent platform of the viewing cabin watching the stars.

He blinked, turned his head with a slight frown, and looked at the middle-aged man standing outside the independent viewing platform. His ordinary appearance and his temperament formed a strong sense of discord, and the wheelchair that assisted walking was placed aside.

This person who was dressed in a gray and white robe and looked a bit like a preacher was the best of that pervert Pamir Rycent.

There was a gentle smile on this man's face, and a cigarette was held in his hand. The lingering smoke surrounded him and did not pass outward, but was completely controlled around him.

Pamir knocked on the cabin door, raised his hand and handed out a brown cigarette, and spoke the common language of the Star Alliance through the cabin door, "I want one, it's very refreshing."

Mo Ye looked at the time, and it was not Pamir's half-hour a day to relax, even he shouldn't come here without supervision.

"How did he get out?"

This problem stumped Xiaoqi. Not long ago, due to the Zerg's magnetic field, there was a fault in the monitoring of the egg cake for a few seconds. That was the only time for Pamir to escape the monitoring.

Not only did they come out, but they also brought cigarettes. Smoking was banned in the entire area of ​​the Quiche, and any smoke alarms would subject smokers to a half-month mandatory smoking cessation confinement, as well as dozens of hours of special courses on physical and mental health education.

Perhaps seeing Mo Ye's doubts, Pamir put the cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled, and exhaled a puff of smoke ring, which was controlled to circle around him, "I picked some mature cigarettes in your garden. The flowers and plants that have fallen to the ground will have a very good color after a little processing. The garden is great. I have seen many endangered plants. It is very good to make tobacco. You should learn it. It is an extraordinary enjoyment.”

"Master, through component analysis, these smokes have a high probability of being extremely hallucinogenic and paralyzing, and at the same time can bring great nerve excitement."

A pervert who can live in such an extreme environment for so many years is indeed an extremely dangerous person.

The maze room can't trap him. There are only three ways to get out of the maze room. He has spatial abilities and can break through the space restriction. It is also the most difficult way to crack the maze and find the correct exit.

A few labyrinth rooms still maintain this mechanism without making changes, and the labyrinth room where Pamir was placed under house arrest is obviously one of them.

Mo Ye glanced at Xiao Qi who had returned to the carrier. Xiao Qi received her master's gaze and poked her finger. This was a huge stupid mistake that should not have happened.

Pamir approached Mo Ye, the hand that passed the cigarette was hanging in the air.

Mo Ye looked at the cigarette, his eyes gradually raised, and with a light wave of his hand, the cigarette in Pamir's hand and the cigarette in his mouth were hit in the face by a wave of water at the same time, and all the smoke dissipated.

Pamir withdrew his hand and shrugged his shoulders, but the smile on his face didn't change at all. This man's smile was much more penetrating than that of Ban Yue. He had a gentle and bright face, but it only made Mo Ye feel that he had no temperature and was extremely cold, compared to Ban Yue's. The out-of-print Zhinao has no... and no humanity.

Pamir's gaze was focused on Mo Ye without letting go for a moment, and there was a bit of heat in his eyes, or fanaticism and regret, "Your mental power seems to be different, and stronger."

No one can be happy with Pamir's admiring gaze.

Mo Ye looked at Pamir coldly, and said lightly, "You can continue talking until it makes me regret keeping your life."

This is a very succinct warning.

Mo Ye turned around and continued to look at the starry sky. The calm smile on his face was replaced by Bingshan's indifferent face. Sometimes it's as simple as destroying a good mood, an inexplicable perversion is enough.

"I think you should know where your value should be reflected."

"Oh." Pamir nodded, "Of course I know what you want. It always takes a little more time and some small stimulation to recall the past when you get older."

Your Majesty's mood index is dropping rapidly. This became easier to see after Mo Ye started the guest-starring route of the Bingshan Saint. The air around him is getting colder and colder. It is likely that the situation is not good and you need to pay attention to it.

The reason why perverts become psychopaths is that they are mostly immersed in their own world and don't pay much attention to other people's ideas.

Mo Ye looked at the battlefield in the starry sky, Kaiwu noticed the death of Heimang, and the Zerg began to fight back, and a large number of space Zerg flocked to the circular orbit.

Mo Ye frowned slightly, and there was no trace of warmth in his lazy voice, "You may have misunderstood, I am not a particularly patient person."

This is the truth, except for dealing with magic, the Mage Pavilion has always been unwilling to spend more time.

boom!

Pamir was violently restrained by the wind and rolled up. At the same time, the spatial confinement firmly locked the way out around Pamir, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

Mo Ye moved his fingers in the void a few times,

With a swish, Pamir's whole body suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only the aftermath of spatial fluctuations.

The metal wall of the closed labyrinth room made a loud noise, and Pamir hit the wall and fell to the ground.

A humanoid robot with bio-realistic technology on the upper body walked up to Pamir and helped him up when he fell, "Mr. We can have a nice conversation."

This is an ultimatum.

 …

The Quiche circled the circular orbit of the planet Lair 321, clinging to the back of the Templar fleet of warships.

The number of Heimang being circling and circling became less and less, and neither the human army nor the Zerg could figure out what was going on.

The officers on the battleship of the Templar Legion had doubts about the undead Joan of Arc mercenary group who followed them in circles to avoid the outer battle circle, the ice saint Black, but this idea did not appear in their minds for a while. Miao was quickly rejected without any room for growth.

An officer with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel on the epaulets laughed out loud, shaking his head and thinking that his idea was really conceivable, how could that be possible.

"What are you laughing at, Stamp?"

It's not something that should happen when you lose your mind and laugh during a council of war.

Stamp rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong muscles, "I just think my thoughts just now are a little ridiculous."

Seeing that other people refused to let him go, Stamp had no choice but to say, "I was wondering if the deaths of those black awns might have something to do with Black, the leader of the Immortal Joan of Arc Mercenary Group. She is a very powerful saint."

"Heimang's cause of death has been confirmed, all of them are brain dead. As far as I know, only Lorraine can do this in the space environment, and Lorraine can't suddenly appear to help us for no reason."

A master of spiritual power does not belong to the temple, but he has repeatedly rejected the recruitment of the temple. The officers can't understand what this genius saint is thinking.

"There can be no second person like Lorraine, the ice saint of the Aes tribe, Stamp, you really dare to think."

"That's why I think I'm ridiculous, isn't it?"

Several officers smiled and suddenly couldn't laugh anymore, what if it was true?

"cough cough"

The commander coughed twice, everyone adjusted their sitting postures to hide their awkward smiles, and put aside that unrealistic and impossible idea and started to focus on the battle situation in front of them.

They would rather believe that Lorraine just happened to pass by, hacked the Zerg and left without a sound.

"How is the ground combat situation, has the mother insect been found?"

Several landmarks on the combat star map are enlarged and marked "After the communication was restored, I just got the news that two female insects have been found, one of which has been wiped out, and the other is still fighting. The remaining three armies are at different coordinates of the lair 321." Search for the location of the remaining mother worms, and once it is confirmed that it is accurate, we will immediately carry out a devastating strike."

"Be fast. Kaiwu and Jianjiaoyi are just interfering with our vanguard. We must not let the Zerg troops get ahead of us."

"We don't have much time. This battle must be over within one standard day. Stop those Grass carrying troops. I want them to be unable to drop a single Zerg."

Zaloka has too many wormholes. Once the Zerg army arrives, the scale of this battle will be more than that, and at the critical moment of the transition for the temple, no one side is willing to fight in a long-term strategic battle. Consume one's own energy during the war.

A quick decision to minimize the loss is the highest order given by Shangfeng of the army, and the time given by the high-level leaders has been compressed to the extreme.

There are too many black awns. Even if Mo Ye is constantly eliminating them, the communication from the Temple Legion is still intermittent and unable to achieve the best results due to the large base.

Luo Yuning and 11's battle results were good, and they respectively dealt with a heavily protected female worm, but at this moment, their moods were completely different.

Luo Meizi was still excited, but 11 rubbed her eyes, hoping that she was hallucinating, or that she was wrong.

However, reality gave 11 a heavy hammer every minute, and pairs of blood-red eyes met 11's.

"Hey, little boy, I just received news that the troops of the Templar Legion are moving west, maybe behind that rocky mountain..."

Luo Yuning suddenly stopped while talking, "11...11, answer immediately when you hear 11, are you still alive?" To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: