Chapter 2139 Board the Express Train
it's dark,
The dense fog dissipated and was replaced by a thick and deep black, colorful neon lights lit up in the streets and alleys, and the Tchaikov-style buildings that were connected to each other were filled with light, and the colorful light and shadow overlapped with the darkness.
The colorful neon lights are sprinkled in the air in the narrow and long streets. The intertwined light and shadow and the gray and dark areas form a strong contrast between light and dark, which brings a strange and depressing feeling to people.
Mo Ye stood on the side of a floating street, clinging to the wall, with vines all over his body, and the dark green branches clinging tightly to the wall, just giving Mo Ye a support point to step on.
Leaning sideways, let yourself be as close as possible to the corner between the outer wall and the vines, the orange beam swirling in the air sweeps the light, and Mo Ye hidden in the shadows quietly waits for the blinding light to sweep over.
Just below where Mo Ye was standing, two groups of bionic guards were looking around and searching.
Kasol's position was even more dangerous, hanging between the vines.
Mo Ye glanced down. Kasol was covered in camouflage, lying on the branches like a chameleon, not breathing, and the heat source detection was blocked, making it difficult to be found.
"The officer set my tracking location to be visible only to her, and those people can't locate you through me."
Mo Ye listened to the sound from the magic pattern communicator, and Kasol was really the microphone between Mo Ye and Kalis at this moment.
If it is said that the purpose of the supervisory committee is its own rune slate, the contradictions and disputes among those deacons are too obvious.
Mo Ye didn't reply, and Kasol asked back, "Do you suspect that this is a conspiracy by the supervisory committee?"
Mo Ye ignored Kasol's question and didn't intend to give any answer. Isn't this normal? A huge system that has been running for an unknown number of years suddenly had a fatal conflict because of Mo Ye alone. It is too magical to think about.
Of course, everything is possible, there are all kinds of wonders in the world, and any doubtful possibility cannot be let go.
The bionic guards walked back and forth for a long time below where the two were standing. One of the bionic guards was only a little over one meter tall. The outer skin hadn't been installed yet. It didn't look completely human, and the lower body was more like some kind of reptile.
The metal coccyx was wrapped around vines, and the hard coccyx extended upwards section by section, accompanied by a light green light, spreading to the surroundings.
Mo Ye held his breath for a moment, it's too bad, this is about to be discovered.
These green light spots are extremely sensitive to energy, and seem to have some kind of strange perception and tracking ability. No need for Cassel's introduction, Mo Ye's mental power has already felt the green light spots coming close at this moment.
Their sensitivity to spiritual power is like bees that can find the fragrance of flowers from thousands of miles away, and quickly follow Mo Ye's spiritual power.
After realizing this, Mo Ye immediately cut off the spiritual connection with the observing eye.
The movement of the green light spot stopped immediately and seemed to lose its direction.
Mo Ye did not relax his vigilance, and none of the bionic guards left. They still stayed where they were, which showed that they did not give up their investigation.
"Master, the average level of combat power of these bionic guards is about equal to that of the holy rank, and they have not released domain-level power for the time being. They can be regarded as false saints, and they are not affected by a single attribute..."
Every time Xiao Qi said a word, the corners of Mo Ye's mouth turned down a little bit, until finally they tightened into a downward arc.
"Master, they are semi-finished products that have not been assembled without safety and quality inspection, which makes them have certain safety and quality risks, and there is a certain probability that they will become breakthroughs..."
Although Xiao Qi added such a paragraph, Mo Ye didn't feel comforted at all, she already felt emotional about her bad luck.
Robots can reach the combat power of false saints. This is a military technology that today's Star Alliance can't do, but it dreams of.
The complexity of the subjects involved in this made Mo Ye feel a headache just thinking about it.
The longer you stay, the more you can observe the shocking degree of civilization of the city from various details, and it makes Mo Ye more puzzled about Peters Rubik's Cube.
What is the purpose of the existence of this city? It is not impossible to preserve the fire for human civilization, but it seems that the guardians here are not very happy.
Mo Ye gathered her mental power, and she couldn't care about Kasol at the moment, but if there was a slight change in her mental power, those green light spots would definitely react and reveal her whereabouts.
The two groups of bionic guards had eighteen members, which meant that Mo Ye was surrounded by eighteen false saints.
Under the premise of being unable to cast space magic, Mo Ye was not arrogant enough to think that he could easily wipe out these bionic guards who hadn't even erupted with the strongest combat power, and at the same time protect Kasol and the maintenance man. Technician safety.
As a magister with one hand tied, this operation is a bit difficult.
The tailbone of the bionic guard suddenly vibrated, and the green light spot suddenly moved again.
Mo Ye held his breath and narrowed his eyes. Oops, he was discovered.
hum!
When the strong wind blew, the son of the wind's joyful and excited screams sounded, echoing in the air over and over again.
The two bionic guards closest to Mo Ye were swept up by the wind, and one tornado after another rose from the ground.
The crazily spinning tornado flew straight from the ground into the sky and continued to grow. The air trembled accordingly. The cars and street lights in this block were swept up into the sky by the storm. Except for the houses that were motionless, everything was trembling.
Pedestrians in the surrounding streets were not affected at all.
Mirror folding is at it again.
The corners of Mo Ye's mouth froze for a second. Before she could react, the other party had already discovered her whereabouts. The pause just now was probably just to activate the mirror folding, so as not to cause large-scale panic and chaos.
"What about your scroll, why don't we teleport away directly, why bother to smash it." Casol suggested in the magic pattern communicator.
Seeing these bionic robot guards come to life, looking forward to a new tomorrow, Kasol has an unprecedented fear of death. He doesn't want to lose his memory, and he doesn't want to stop and return when his life is about to change and is exciting. The origin is even worse than being in a state of ignorance and insensitivity.
Mo Ye ignored Kasol's suggestion. It wasn't that she didn't want or couldn't bear to part with the space scrolls, but that the number of space scrolls was really limited. In the Supervisory Committee building, a lot of space transfer scrolls were consumed in order to take the maintenance technicians away from the glass wall.
Mo Ye's mental power probed into the space ring to check, and the number of space scrolls left could be counted with one slap.
Space magic scrolls require a lot of special materials, and consume a lot of mental power. There are not many of them in the first place. After drawing most of these scrolls, she distributes them to Luo Meizi and 11 people. She rarely needs them herself.
The inventory in the ring has been accumulated for several years. I didn't expect that it would be consumed in one day. Once I go back to a few years ago, I will know how long it took.
Mo Ye was a little helpless.
The space magic scroll can be used, but I didn't expect the space directional teleportation button to fail to activate. I tried a lot of each one that worked.
This must be related to the setting conditions of the space restriction device in Peters City, and the magic scroll is not within the scope of protection.
Mo Ye herself wondered why the space magic scroll could be used, but she couldn't cast space magic herself. All the space magic turned into nothingness the moment it was cast, and the energy of the magic dissipated in the air, as if it had never been released.
Mo Ye has tried countless times, and the structure is almost the same each time.
This is really puzzling.
Shortly after leaving the base building of the Board of Supervisors, night fell in Peters City, and Mo Ye and Kasol were followed by a large number of bionic guards.
This was the pursuit and roundup that Mo Ye remembered most in recent years that made her feel the most pressure and sense of urgency. The feeling of restraint brought about by not being able to cast space magic was too strong.
Others can't see it, but Mo Ye herself knows that she will subconsciously outline space magic in her mind before casting almost every magic, and will switch to another magic when she realizes that she can't complete the casting.
This is a kind of inertial dependence formed between ignorance and unconsciousness for a long time. Although it is helpful for most magisters to focus on a single attribute to improve their understanding of the original law, if they are not satisfied with being a single attribute magister , this is not a good habit.
Mo Ye thought of his own master, the man who basically did not cast magic repeatedly in the morning, noon and night, and called it a novelty in casting spells.
Why is it that such an unscrupulous person always makes sense every time he thinks about it, and even thinks that he is very good at precepts and deeds? Your Excellency the mage shuddered, thinking that he must be fascinated by the beautification effect of the memory filter .
There are too many types of bionic guards, each with its own fighting style, which gives Mo Ye the illusion of fighting multiple saints with different attributes at the same time.
Exhaustion and tension made her tense every nerve.
Shaking his head, he collected his scattered thoughts, and there seemed to be a black vortex in his squinted eyes.
Something is wrong, why would he think of Ai Fan in this state, Mo Ye felt strange.
Obviously in such a tense fighting state, but involuntarily distracted and distracted, this is really not what should happen.
Snapped!
This time, it was the sound of Uncle Banzhuan's tail-docking breaking the air, and the vibration brought by the air hit Mo Ye's face, and the pain reawakened Mo Ye's drowsy spirit.
"Psychic paralysis?"
"Master, the magnetic field of the surrounding environment is changing, and it is detected that some unknown radiation is spreading."
Hearing this, Mo Ye confirmed his guess. This kind of radiation must have an impact on mental energy, making it difficult to concentrate and slack thinking. To achieve such an effect is equivalent to being disarmed for both magicians and supernatural beings.
Unknowingly affected, if it wasn't for the sudden recall of Ai Fan's strange scene of laughing with his waist inserted and Mr. Brick's little tail whipping, she might still be stuck in memories and couldn't get out.
The neon lights of Peters City are flashing at night. On the other side of the mirror, the citizens have started their nightlife day after day. On the other side, a fierce city chase is going on.
Mo Ye dodged the pursuit of lightning and fire, turned around, and stepped on an icicle rising from the ground, one after another, Mo Ye stepped on this icicle with every step, the icicle It grows with the steps of Mo Ye.
The figures chasing around her also stepped onto the icicle.
One after another, the towering icicles melted the moment the bionic machine guard stepped on it.
The giant icicles melted one by one in the narrow and long building intervals, resembling a reservoir that broke an embankment, and the flood water poured out, rolling up huge waves.
The bionic robot following Mo Ye was sucked into the huge waves, and the turbulent water condensed into ice again in an instant. This time, several bionic robot guards were frozen in a thick layer of ice.
Mo Ye stepped into a floating garden, only to realize that it was a garden waiting room after entering.
The inconspicuous sign stands among the flowers, "Nanhu District Sightseeing and Waiting Station"
There is also a row of small characters with an introduction. This seems to be one of the stops on the tour around the city of Peters City.
The transparent floating train flew from a distance like a sharp arrow, and the light spot gradually became clear and enlarged after entering the station.
The speed was getting slower and slower, and the arrow seemed to pop out of a ball of bubbles.
"Grab her."
"Don't"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
A hoarse roar from Deacon Thomas in the distance, and a magic pattern communicator in the ear.
Due to the changes in the surrounding magnetic field and the influence of unknown radiation, it was difficult for Mo Ye to concentrate, and he always involuntarily thought of divergent thoughts and thought of some strange memories or associations.
Only at the moment of casting the spell is the mental power still in a highly concentrated state, and it is not easy for Mo Ye to maintain this state of concentration and tension at this time.
Not to mention being able to think clearly and calmly in this state, she didn't have time to analyze why the two voices sounded almost at the same time. The spider web slid under the wind and jumped into the open door of the train.
"Welcome to take the Nanhu District Line 18 Sightseeing Train"
After a long series of incomprehensible voices, a barely intelligible Old Common came out.
The moment the train door was closed, the train flew away from the station like an arrow from the string and disappeared into the sky as a flickering light spot.
Thomas, who came quickly, had an extremely ugly expression on his face, "How many guards followed?"
"Report Your Excellency, a total of 30 guards caught up and successfully boarded the train."
Thirty, not enough, Thomas looked at the direction where the train disappeared, with a gloomy expression, "Notify me immediately if there is any news, and dispatch guards to wait at all stations."
It's already night, and no one knows at which station Mo Ye will get off, and it will be dawn by accident. When the next cycle day starts, these bionic machine guards will cease to exist as time goes by, let alone continue tracked down.
And on the next cycle day, under the premise that Carliss already knew his movements, he might not be given the opportunity to control these unfinished semi-finished products.
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