Chapter 392 The Unimaginable Court

Ye Tingbai: "What exactly is this place?"

Mu Yan: "I don't know the details. This place is called the beast's nest. It is said to be the place where the female beast lives."

"If it's so dangerous, what are you doing here?"

All three of them had injuries to one degree or another. The most miserable one was the blue-haired girl who didn't talk much. Her left arm was damaged. She had been squatting in the corner, silently pressing the wound without saying a word.

Mu Yan: "We didn't come here, it was the human figurines who drove us here. Only by walking in this direction will they not attack us."

Ye Tingbai inexplicably felt that the blue-haired girl was pitiful. Although they didn't feel it themselves, Ye Tingbai could indeed understand these people. To a certain extent, the state of these biochemical people was different from when his soul was torn apart. The state is somewhat similar, both are emotionless.

They themselves don't feel sorry for themselves, but others do.

"What's your name?"

The blue-haired girl raised her head, her cold eyes only filled with reflections and no emotions.

"Xiao Xiao."

"Don't you have a last name?"

"Um."

"Divinity·Healing!"

The small left arm quickly grew out under the influence of the fifth-level magic, but her age seemed to be several years older, from a teenage girl to a twenties girl.

But few people paid attention to this kind of thing. Xiaoxiao just moved his arm and accepted it smoothly. There was no surprise or joy, as if it didn't matter whether he had this hand or not.

The essence of healing magic is to activate the body and accelerate the recovery of the wound. Originally, it takes a week to recover from the wound, but the magic will speed up your body by a week, which means that you have lost a week of life. This is just an intuitive metaphor, and the specific consumption is only There will be less.

But just now, the girl seemed to have lost several years. This is very abnormal. The rebirth of a severed limb can only deduct one year of life at most, but the girl has aged nearly five years. In other words, with the normal passage of time, in It will be manifested doubly in her.

Ye Tingbai asked in surprise: "What is your lifespan?"

Xiaoxiao: "Twenty years old."

"Will you die suddenly at the age of twenty?"

Xiaoxiao: "No, the age of twenty is the peak of our combat ability. We will be frequently sent to high-risk battlefields and then die on the battlefield."

At this time, Mu Yan also added: "No one has ever died naturally."

Ye Tingbai had no choice. Many of his magical arts required a powerful soul, at least a human soul that was complete. Once the soul was incomplete, the pressure of the magical arts could only crush them, just like Si Youxu, any unnecessary strengthening now will put pressure on his soul.

The souls of these biochemical people are even worse than Si Youxu's. Not to mention the strengthening, even this ordinary healing magic almost killed them. With his current knowledge base, there is no way to save them, and they can survive for even one day. One day.

Ye Tingbai: "How do you know these human figurines are experimental materials?"

Mu Yan: "Because robots have come to catch them in the past two days, and they will catch a batch each time."

"Then they forced you here because they wanted to go back and make it again?"

Most of the biochemicals like Mu Yan also came from here. The biochemicals came from the beast's nest, and then letting the biochemicals fight against the beasts was simply an act of cerebral palsy.

Ye Tingbai: "I'm going to check something. Come with me, or you will die."

None of the three refuted, and they probably wouldn't refute. Now this situation has exceeded their ability to handle, and they can't find the meaning of their existence.

The sub-personality grabbed two, and Ye Tingbai dragged one, and they flew out of the nest together. Many human figurines found them, but these things can't fly, they just caused a wave of commotion. There were dense piles of human figurines. They stacked up together and roared at them.

The two took them back to the previous corridor. On the left was the human figurine nest, so they could only go to the right.

In the dark corridor on the right, Ye Tingbai also discovered the electromagnetic cannons he had built, but now they had been dismantled to pieces.

Ye Tingbai looked at his electromagnetic guns carefully. The parts that were removed were not precision parts, but the barrels and brackets were all removed. This showed that the other party had no interest in the technology of electromagnetic guns at all.

"Is it possible that there is a lack of metal here?"

Sub-personality: "Metallurgy is not a difficult task."

The electromagnetic gun he made was just an ordinary alloy with higher strength, nothing special, but it was still used as a material and dismantled, which was a bit incredible, and it seemed that he had never seen any metal in this aurora realm.

Everything here is primitive, even the weapons of these people are made of bones.

Ye Tingbai: "Have you ever seen metal?"

Mu Yan: "There are very few, and metal cannot pass through the Aurora Realm and will disappear, so we will not use metal."

"Metals disappear?"

Ye Tingbai has a lot of metal products on his body. The zippers and keychains of his clothes are all made of metal. However, he has entered and exited the Aurora Realm twice without such problems. Mu Yan has no reason to lie, which shows that this kind of influence It cannot be applied to him. Generally, there is only one possibility in this situation, and that is divine magic.

Just like Ye Tingbai's previous magical spells would be ineffective on Xing Tian's corpse, there is no particularly clear hierarchy among the local gods. The gods are of the same age, but the number of believers is different, and their strength is also very different. Therefore, whether the magical spells will be ineffective, There is no way to know intuitively, you can only try.

Ye Tingbai should be the weakest god now. After all, he has only formally absorbed faith for half a year, and there is no magic for him. How weak must this god be?

The few people did not hesitate and continued to move forward along the passage. After walking about 200 meters, they saw a wooden board with three big characters engraved on it: "Tribunal."

Ye Tingbai: "Fuck."

He couldn't describe his mood. In his mind, the Tribunal was a place where a group of big men gathered. Even if they were ordinary people, they must be a mysterious organization with high style, strong sense of technology, and strong defense.

But reality is ruthlessly slapping him in the face. The wooden boards of this Tribunal are all the most rubbish broken wood, which will rot after being left for a long time. It is really hard to imagine that the head group of a world-class organization would use such a thing as a doorplate in such a place.

Behind the sign was a cave, without even a door, but the space was quite large. There was a large table inside, with ten people gathered around it. They were already rotting and smelling. There were also some documents on the table. Ye Tingbai took a look and found that they were all confidential documents of the Order Institute, thrown into such a dilapidated cave.

The secondary personality walked around the bodies of several people and said, "They are all ordinary people, rotting normally, or starving to death."