Chapter 2220 How Many Times Die in 1 Second

Mo Ye was trapped.

Three hundred and sixty-degree overlapping spaces with no dead ends and mirrored spaces weave a huge spatial network that firmly traps Mo Ye in it.

What is catching a turtle in a urn is a model.

So far, Mo Ye has not seen any member of the Supervisory Committee, whether it is an investigator, a deacon, or a bionic guard, none of them. From the beginning to the end, there are only these space mirrors and Mo Ye himself.

Oh, I almost forgot, the space turbulence will occasionally roll up a few Zergs and beasts, adding some fun and difficulty to Mo Ye's lonely journey of self-challenge.

The overlapping spaces form a multi-dimensional space cage and the mirror reflection is a perfect trap with a high success rate of confinement.

Although such a cage is not fatal to Mo Ye, it is a good way to delay time.

The deacon's purpose was not to kill Mo Ye but to slow her down.

At this time, Mo Ye's brain is equivalent to being divided into two parts, one part is focused on mental sensing and coping with the dangers that may appear around at any time, and the other part is focused on thinking about the purpose of the deacon's plan, and the attack defense of casting the Rubik's Cube is not needed Too much energy, that's instinct.

If the gloomy index can be quantified, there are probably at least four star-level black stars hanging on Mo Ye's forehead at this moment.

Xiaoqi sat up straight, and the blue data stream in his eyes flashed across quickly.

A brand new small map appeared on the light screen in front of Mo Ye's right eye, and it was constantly improving and changing.

Xiaoqi draws the space and mirror surface seen by Mo Ye in detail and marks the partitions with different block color numbers.

It is clear at a glance whether it is a real space or a mirror surface or all blocks cannot be defined for the time being.

Mo Ye didn't need to think twice in her mind. When she was moving and entered different areas, the corresponding block on the map would light up, and the icon representing her would also move accordingly.

If it is a mirror, additional notes will be added, which greatly reduces the trouble of Mo Ye being trapped in the same area without knowing it due to repeated teleportation due to lack of sense of direction.

Xiaoqi started the function of the light mecha before Mo Ye was fully dressed. Although he was thinking of giving it a try, he didn't expect the effect to be good.

Xiaoqi has been calculating at a high speed, without any expression changes on his focused face, obviously entering a highly concentrated work mode to block the emotional program to improve work efficiency.

Mo Ye could feel a slight heat on his wrist.

The amount of calculation involved in multiple spaces is also an extremely complex calculation for the brain. The most difficult point is that it is not static and needs to be adjusted at any time.

Mo Ye's mental power immediately transmitted the information to Xiaoqi the moment he sensed the change in space.

One person, one intellectual brain does not have any language communication, and the whole process relies on mental power to connect.

The deacon's desire to trap Mo Ye means that he already has a plan for the next step. The first priority to ensure that the plan is not destroyed is of course to entangle Mo Ye, the biggest unstable factor.

The preparatory plan is not temporary. It is impossible for the deacon to plan these actions for two or three days, one cycle after another. Who knows how long this person has been secretly planning.

"No life energy was found in the entire area."

"The main control defense system is operating abnormally"

Different from Xiaoqi's usual little milk voice, the report at this time could not hear any emotional changes, but a flat tone like Ban Yue's, full of mechanical texture.

Mo Ye's mental power net also did not find any suspicious mental power fluctuations, but the feeling of being spied on was lingering.

"Someone is watching me, keep searching, don't let go of any corner."

"Yes, start the secondary search."

Tiny mechanical mosquitoes flew out one after another, and their team quickly dispersed and scattered to different areas.

Mo Ye tried not to actively attack as much as possible, so as to prevent her own mirror image from beating her up with the same magic.

So Master Mage started her personal space teleportation show,

Uninterrupted teleportation, the ultimate gameplay of transforming a living person, if you can watch the panorama, at first glance, thousands of Mo Ye are moving at the same time.

Because of the existence of the mirror image, the number of Mo Ye who teleported also doubled, densely packed full of her, and patients with intensive phobia could faint on the spot.

The left is her, the right is her up and down, back and forth, or her.

What does it mean when one falls down and tens of thousands stand up?

That's it.

Horror movies are not shot like this. Mo Ye can see countless himself from different angles and directions, and the timid ones can scare themselves to death.

This seems to be disorganized, running around in different block spaces irregularly, and even some self-defeating teleportation methods are extremely puzzling.

The three deacons who were in charge of staying behind to observe Mo Ye secretly sneered at Mo Ye who was flying around like a headless chicken.

In a bullet-shaped instrument in a hidden space of the headquarters building, three deacons were lying in different cockpits.

Everyone's eyeballs were hung with multi-angle light curtains, clearly and accurately conveying Mo Ye's every move to the three of them.

And Mo Ye's frantic teleportation made them subconsciously close their eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.

When they opened their eyes, they all saw the same gloomy face. As the opposite party, the impression was a little more fearful.

"That's all."

"Aliens can do this very well."

"The deacon expects that she will return to the headquarters building."

After such a conversation, it seemed that calm had been restored, and the three of them opened their eyes again, countless mirrors reflected countless ink nights.

"She wants to use space to teleport away from here, how can it be so easy, haha."

"In this way, as long as she launches a powerful attack, the alien will..."

The power that so many mirror reflections attack at the same time can be imagined.

When the opportunity came, the core of the spiritual power of the three of them was slightly heated, and they tried to get rid of Mo Ye forever under the premise of trapping her.

"Now is an excellent opportunity. As long as she attacks, she will definitely not be able to withstand thousands of times the same attack superimposed on her body. No one can bear it."

There is no doubt that the space saint is powerful, and it is even more difficult to kill the space saint. Being able to trap him has already benefited from the special settings of the headquarters building, and he is waiting for such an opportunity.

The opportunity never came again, and the three of them didn't hesitate any longer, and they didn't even need to take action themselves, as long as they guided Mo Ye to attack.

The three reached an offensive, and the cockpit on the side of the bullet ejected out.

The frantic teleportation like the whirlwind of the black night did not stop, and the core of the spiritual power rotated crazily, and the unfathomable magic spring provided an endless stream of energy for the magic casting.

The thread of mental power flickered undetectably.

At the same time, Xiao Qi's report sounded, "abnormal energy fluctuations were found"

The map in the light screen of the right eye continues to expand and refine with Mo Ye's teleportation, and the red warning sign in the "12A03" block keeps flashing.

coming.

The figure disappeared again.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the headquarters building, and the air flow changed unusually.

The airflow swirled in the air to form a powerful torque and rushed towards Mo Ye.

Mo Ye seemed to be too focused on teleporting to find a way out, he didn't notice the sudden attack at all, and was stunned for an instant and was hit straight.

In addition to the cyclone, there are six space walls that block all the way out. It doesn't take too long, as long as it can trap Mo Ye for even two or three seconds is enough.

A strong cyclone surrounds Mo Ye's body, changing the gravity index in a small range. Under normal circumstances, even a mech cannot stand firm under the twist of such a strong cyclone.

strangle!

The cyclone twists into a rope and extends from different directions, and finally interweaves and rotates in reverse, a fatal strangulation!

At this point there is no better way to escape than to kill the attacker.

Counterattack, counterattack, counterattack quickly!

This was the silent yell of the other two deacons. As long as Mo Ye launched a counterattack, the counterattack level corresponding to such an attack would not be low, and it was impossible not to counterattack driven by instinct.

At this time, Mo Ye's active attack was tantamount to suicide, but if he didn't fight back, he could only wait to be strangled, and if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

In the blink of an eye, Sombra stepped up his attack again without stopping.

Dots of flames suddenly appeared in the cyclone, blue and red were intertwined, and the temperature rose instantly. The glass enclosure with a space-blocking enchantment became an oven with hot air circulation and shredding functions.

Whatever happens is dead.

Mo Ye will definitely fight back. Mo Ye in each space mirror is a high-energy weapon turret ready to go. When hundreds of Mo Ye attack the same target at the same time, even a small water polo It can also superimpose the effect of nine large waves.

Dead!

This is the common thought of the deacon in charge of the investigation at the moment. Under such circumstances, there is no way to survive, and death is certain.

They were looking forward to Mo Ye's counterattack.

However--

boom!

As the flames and the cyclone intertwined and strangled, Mo Ye's body was divided into several pieces and before it fell to the ground, it was swallowed by the high-temperature flames and turned into ashes.

Mo Ye was strangled.

"She died?"

"Hanged?"

"She didn't attack, did she not react?"

Maybe the victory came too fast. The deacons didn't know how to react for a while, and they always felt that the situation was a bit strange.

"Is it really dead?"

It is not difficult to confirm that even the corpse is burned to ashes, but why the Mo Ye in the mirror space have not disappeared? Is it because the energy of the mirror image has not dissipated?

The deacons were not given more time and space to think.

"No!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a desperate roar.

A scorching flame with a whirlwind appeared in the air, and at the same time, countless Mo Ye in the mirror space of the headquarters building cast the flame entangled by the wind at the same time. For a while, the scorching flame became the only color, and the flames soared into the sky. Attacks flock in the same direction.

The black shadow became the only shadow in the flames and was finally swallowed completely.

The exclamation of "No" was only a semitone. The deacon was surrounded and swallowed by the hurricane of flames. Without any chance of resisting and surviving, he immediately turned into ashes and dispersed.

The square rooms in that area couldn't stand such a violent energy collision and shattered and exploded one after another. The impact power of the flames was superimposed and magnified thousands of times, and the effect was comparable to a big explosion.

This area was completely destroyed, and the aftermath of the destructive force formed by the uncontrolled and full-scale explosion of large-scale group attack magic was continuously superimposed and caused huge damage to the surrounding mirror reflection space.

The chain of bang bang shattered.

Any device has a limit of endurance. At this moment, there is a wonderful sound of mirror shattering within the radiation range of the violent energy fluctuation. It is not only the death of Mo Ye, but Mo Ye has also died hundreds of times. people.

The other two deacons in the bullet were at a loss for what had happened in those two seconds.

Things seemed to be going according to plan. Mo Ye attacked, and then the mirror reflected. Hundreds of Mo Ye attacked at the same time. a deacon.

When did Mo Ye attack, and why did the attack become aimed at Deacon Li Cha? Could it be that Mo Ye discovered that Li Cha was by his side?

Various conjectures swirled rapidly in their minds.

"The alien is indeed dead, right?"

Because of the energy impact caused by the explosion, the signal transmission was interrupted. The eyes of the two deacons went dark and they couldn't see anything. Naturally, they didn't know that there were still many ink nights in the mirror reflection.

The final scene lingers in a blazing explosion.

"Are the aliens still in the mirror reflection?"

One of the deacons' doubts was not answered by his companions, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he kept an expression of disbelief when his heart stopped beating.

There is no change on the outside, but the inside is divided into fine fragments by space cracks.

Visceral hemorrhage, cardiac arrest, and various body physiological reactions appeared one after another. It seemed like the death process of a normal person, but in the end, when the breathing stopped and became a corpse, it finally turned into a dim light spot and dissipated.

The body is gone.

This way of dying like a fairy is too beautiful and surreal. Mo Ye can't think of any human race that has its own special effects when it dies and handles the corpse independently.

Well, even if there is, it is impossible to spread to everyone.

No wonder there were corpses on the street at that time, the guards would immediately take them away and isolate them immediately. It would be hard not to wonder if there was no magical reason for such a beautiful death.

"You're not dead?" The last remaining deacon looked at Mo Ye in horror.

"No, it's impossible, why didn't those mirror images attack you, why, it shouldn't be like this, why they would attack Richard instead of you, it's impossible"

The deacon fell into deep doubts, unable to understand that such a major mistake would occur in the mirror space device of the headquarters building.

The blood-colored thorns and vines entangled the deacon, and the blood-sucking barbs pierced into it.

"Ah!" A painful groan burst out of his throat, and his body trembled uncontrollably.