It's dark,

The fog dissipates and is replaced by a deep black, the streets are lit up with colorful neon lights, and the Tchaikovian buildings are lit up one by one, and the colorful light and shadow overlap with the darkness.

Colorful neon lights sprinkle in the air and in the narrow streets, intertwining light and shadow form a strong contrast with the gray areas, giving people a strange sense of oppression.

Mo Ye stood on the side of a floating street, clinging to the wall, surrounded by vines, and the dark green branches clinging to the wall, just enough to give Mo Ye a support point for his feet.

Leaning sideways, keeping himself as close as possible to the corner between the outer wall and the vines, the orange beam of light swirling in the air swept away, and the dark night hidden in the shadows waited quietly for the blinding light to sweep by.

Just below the side where Mo Ye stood, two groups of bionic guards were looking around.

Casul's position was more dangerous, hanging between the branches of the vine.

Mo Ye's gaze glanced down, and Casol was covered in camouflaged colors, lying on a branch like a chameleon, not breathing, and the heat source was shielded, making it difficult to spot.

"Sir, I've set my tracking location so that only she can see it, and those people can't locate you through me. ”

Moye listened to the voice from the Demon Pattern communicator, and Cazor had really become a microphone between Moya and Calis.

If the purpose of the inspection committee is its own rune slate, the contradictions and disputes between those deacons are too obvious.

Mo Ye didn't reply, and Kasol asked rhetorically, "Do you suspect this is a conspiracy of the Inspectorate?"

Mo Ye ignored Casul's question and didn't plan to give any answer, isn't it normal, a huge system that has been running for an unknown number of years, because Mo Ye alone suddenly broke out into a fatal conflict, no matter how you think about it, it's too magical.

Of course, everything is possible, and there are no wonders in the world, and we can't let go of any doubtful possibilities.

One of the bionic guards was only a little over a meter tall, with an unmounted outer skin that did not look fully humanoid, and the lower body looked more like some kind of reptile.

The metal tailbone was wrapped around vines, and the hard coccyx extended upwards one by one, and the pale green light spread out in all directions.

Mo Ye held his breath for a moment, oh no, this is about to be discovered.

These green points of light are extremely sensitive to energy reactions, and they seem to have some kind of peculiar perceptual tracking ability, which does not need to be introduced by Casor, and Mo Ye's spiritual power has already felt the green points of light that are coming closely.

Their sense of spiritual power is like a bee that can find the fragrance of flowers from thousands of miles away, and they quickly follow the spiritual power of Mo Ye.

Realizing this, Moya immediately severed the spiritual connection with the Eye of Observation.

The movement of the green dot then paused, as if it had lost its direction.

Mo Ye did not let down his vigilance, and none of the bionic guards left, and it was enough to show that they had not given up on reconnaissance.

"Master, the average level of combat power of these bionic guards can be about equal to that of the Holy Rank, and they have not cast domain-level power for the time being, so they can be regarded as pseudo-saints, and they are not affected by a single attribute......"

The corners of Mo Ye's mouth went down a little bit every time Xiao Qi said a word, until he finally tightened and pulled into a downward arc.

"Master, they are semi-finished products that have not been assembled and have no safety quality inspection, which makes them have certain safety and quality hazards, and a certain probability of becoming a breakthrough ......"

Although Xiao Qi added such a paragraph, Mo Ye did not feel comforted at all, and she did not hesitate to sigh about her bad luck.

Robots can reach the combat power of the pseudo-saints, which is a military technology that the current Star Alliance can never do but dreams of.

The complexity of the disciplines involved in this makes Mo Ye feel a headache when he thinks about it.

The longer he stays, the more he can observe the level of civilization of the city from various details, which is frightening, and it also makes Mo Ye even more puzzled about Peters' Rubik's Cube.

What is the purpose of this city's existence, it is not impossible to keep the fire for human civilization, but it seems that the guardians here are not very happy.

Mo Ye retracted her spiritual power, she couldn't take care of Casor at this time, but if her mental power moved slightly, those green light spots would definitely react and expose her whereabouts.

The two groups of bionic guards had eighteen members, which meant that Mo Ye was equivalent to being surrounded by eighteen pseudo-saints at the moment.

Unable to cast spatial magic, Ink Night didn't think he could easily wipe out these bionic guards who hadn't even burst into their strongest combat power, while protecting Cassel and the maintenance mechanic.

As a magister with one hand tied, this is a bit difficult to operate.

The bionic guard's tailbone suddenly shook, and the green point of light suddenly moved again.

Mo Ye held his breath and squinted, oops, he was discovered.

Airplanes!

The wind blew, and the shriek of the Wind's cheerful excitement rang out, echoing through the air over and over again.

The two bionic guards closest to Moye were swept up by the wind, and one tornado after another rose from the ground.

The frantic spinning tornado grew from the ground to the sky, the air trembled, and the cars and street lamps in this block were swept up into the sky by the storm, and everything except the houses did not move.

Pedestrians on the surrounding streets were not affected in the slightest.

Mirror folds reappeared.

The corners of Mo Ye's mouth stiffened for a second, before she could react, the other party had already discovered her whereabouts, and the pause just now was probably just to activate the mirror folding, so as not to cause large-scale panic and confusion.

"What about your scroll, why don't we just teleport away, why bother to stumble. Cassel suggested in the Demonic Communicator.

Seeing that these bionic robot guards are real, looking forward to a new tomorrow, Casul has an unprecedented fear of death, he doesn't want to lose his memory, he doesn't want to be in a state of ignorance that is about to change and his life is about to change, and he is in a state of ignorance that is worse than worse.

Moye ignored Cassel's suggestion, not because she didn't want or was reluctant to move the scrolls, but because they were limited, and it took a lot of space to move the scrolls in the Inspectorate building to take the maintenance mechanics away from the glass wall.

Mo Ye's spiritual power probed into the space ring to check, and the number of remaining space scrolls was counted in one slap.

The space magic scroll requires a lot of special materials, and the consumption of spiritual power is also very large, there are not many of them, and most of these scrolls are drawn and she will distribute them to Luo Meizi and more than 11 people, and she rarely needs it herself.

The accumulation in the ring is several years of inventory, but I didn't expect it to be consumed in one day, and once it went back to a few years ago, it was only when it was rolled up that it took time.

Mo Ye was a little helpless.

The space magic scroll can be used, but I didn't expect the space directional teleportation button to be activated, and I tried many times that each one could be used.

This must have something to do with the conditions for the setting of space prohibition devices in Peters City, and the magic scroll is not within the scope of prevention.

Mo Ye herself also wondered why the spatial magic scroll could be used, but she herself couldn't cast the spatial magic, all the spatial 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 of each time is almost the same.

It's hard to figure out.

Shortly after leaving the Inspectorate Base building, night fell in Peters City, and Moya and Cassel were tracked by a large number of bionic guards.

This is the tracking and round-up that makes her feel the most pressure and urgency in recent years, and the feeling of being unable to perform spatial magic is too strong.

Others can't see it, but Mo Ye herself knows that she will subconsciously sketch out the spatial magic in her mind before almost every magic cast, and only convert it into another magic when she realizes that she can't complete the cast.

This is a kind of inertial dependence that has been formed between long-term ignorance and unawareness, and while focusing on a single attribute will help improve the comprehension of the Origin Law for most Magisters, it is not a good habit if you are not satisfied with being a single attribute Magus.

Mo Ye thought of his master, the person who basically didn't repeat magic in the morning, noon and evening, and said that casting spells needed freshness.

Obviously such an indecent person, why is he justified every time he thinks about it, and even thinks that he is very good at teaching by word and deed, His Excellency the Mage shuddered, feeling that he must have been dazzled by the beautifying effect of the memory filter.

There are too many types of bionic guards, each with its own different fighting style, which gives Mo Ye the illusion of fighting multiple saints of different attributes at the same time.

Exhaustion and tension made her tense every nerve.

He shook his head, gathered his divergent thoughts, and squinted his eyes as if there was a black vortex precipitating.

Something is wrong, why do you think of Ivan in this state, Mo Ye felt strange.

It was obviously such a tense state of battle, but he couldn't help but wander his mind and diverge, this is really not the situation that should happen.

Syllable!

This time it was the sound of Uncle Brick's broken tail breaking the air, and the vibration brought by the air fanned Mo Ye's face, and the pain reawakened Mo Ye's somewhat drowsy and scattered spirit.

"Mental paralysis?"

"Master, the magnetic field of the surrounding environment is changing, and some unknown radiation has been detected to spread. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ye confirmed his guess, this radiation must have an effect on spiritual energy, it is difficult to concentrate, and his mind is scattered, and achieving such an effect is equivalent to being disarmed for both the magician and the supernatural.

Unconsciously affected, if it weren't for the strange scene of suddenly recalling Ai Fan's waist and laughing, coupled with the whipping of Uncle Brick's little tail, she would probably still be stuck in memories at this time and couldn't be withdrawn.

The night in Peters City is neon, and on the other side of the mirror, the citizens start a day-to-day nightlife, some go to the bar, some go to the supper, some wander the streets, no one knows that on the other side of the mirror space there is a fierce city chase going on.

Mo Ye dodged the chase of thunder and lightning fire, turned around, and stepped on an icicle that rose from the ground under his feet, one after another icicles were erected, and every step of Mo Ye stepped on this icicle, and the icicle grew with Mo Ye's steps.

The chasing figure around her also stepped on the icicle.

One towering icicle after another melted in an instant the moment the bionic robot guard stepped on it.

One by one, giant icicles melted into the narrow intervals of buildings like a burst reservoir, and the flood poured down and rolled up huge waves.

The bionic robot that tracked the night was swept into the waves, and the turbulent water instantly condensed into ice again, this time several bionic robot guards were frozen in the thick ice.

Ink Night flashed into a floating garden, only to realize that it was a garden waiting room.

A not-so-conspicuous sign stands among the flowers 'Nanhu District Sightseeing Waiting Station'

There is also a row of small print with descriptions, which appear to be one of the stops on the Peters City Ring Tour.

The transparent floating train flew from afar like a powerful arrow, and the point of light gradually enlarged after entering the station.

The speed was getting slower and slower, and the arrow seemed to pop out of a bubble.

"Catch her. ”

"Don't"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

A hoarse roar from Deacon Thomas in the distance, and a demonic communicator in his ear.

Due to the change in the surrounding magnetic field and the influence of unknown radiation, it is difficult for Mo Ye to concentrate, and he always thinks of some strange memories or associations involuntarily.

Only at the moment of casting the spell, the mental power is still in a highly concentrated state, and it is not particularly easy for Mo Ye to maintain this concentrated and tight state at this time.

Not to mention that she could still think clearly and calmly in this state, she didn't have time to analyze why these two voices sounded almost at the same time, her body was already ahead of her consciousness, and at the first time when the sightseeing car appeared, Mo Ye slipped into the open door of the train in order to avoid the cobwebs shot out behind her.

"Welcome to the 18th Line Sightseeing Train in Nanhu District"

After a long list of unintelligible sounds, a barely intelligible old lingua franca finally appeared.

The moment the train closed the door, it flew away from the station like an arrow from a string, turning into a flickering point of light and disappearing into the sky.

Thomas, who arrived quickly, had an extremely ugly face, "How many guards followed?"

"Report to Your Excellency, a total of thirty guards have caught up with and successfully boarded the train. ”

Thirty, not enough at all, Thomas looked at the direction in which the train disappeared, his face gloomy, "If there is news, report to me immediately, and send guards to wait at all stations." ”

It's already night, and no one knows which station Moye will get off at it, and if it's dawn, when the next cycle begins, these bionic robot guards will cease to exist as time refreshes, let alone continue to track.

And on the next cycle day, if Caris already knows what he is doing, I am afraid that he will not be given a chance to control these unmanufactured semi-finished products.