Mo Ye was trapped.

Three hundred and sixty degrees, there are no dead angles, and the multiple overlapping spaces and mirror spaces weave a huge spatial network, trapping Mo Ye firmly in it.

What is called catching turtles in an urn, this is a model.

So far, Mo Ye has not seen any members of the Inspectorate Committee, whether it is an investigator or a deacon or a bionic guard, not a single one, from beginning to end, only these spatial mirrors and Mo Ye himself.

Oh, I almost forgot, the spatial turbulence will roll up a few zergs and beasts from time to time, adding some fun and difficulty to Moye's lonely self-challenge journey.

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

Although such a cage is not fatal to Mo Ye, it is a great way to stall for time.

The purpose of the chief deacon is not to kill Moya, but to hold her back.

Mo Ye's brain was divided into two parts at this time, one part focused on mental power sensing to deal with the dangers that might arise around him at any time, and the other part focused on thinking about the deacon's plan and purpose, and it didn't take much energy to cast the Rubik's cube's attack defense, it was instinct.

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

Xiao Qi sat up straight, and the blue data stream in his eyes quickly swiped by.

A new mini-map appears on the light screen in front of Moye's right eye, and it is constantly being improved.

Xiao Qi drew the space and mirror surface seen by Mo Ye in detail, and marked the partitions with different block color numbers.

Whether it is real space or mirror, or it is temporarily impossible to define, all blocks are numbered and distinguished at a glance.

Mo Ye doesn't need to think twice in her mind, when she moves, she enters a different area, and the corresponding block in the map will light up, and the icon representing her will also move.

If it's a mirror, it will also add a note, which greatly reduces the trouble of being trapped in the same area due to the lack of direction.

Xiao Qi activated the function of the light mecha when Mo Ye was not fully worn, although he had the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect the effect to be good.

Xiao Qi has been in high-speed calculations, and there is no change in the expression on his focused face, obviously entering a highly concentrated work mode to block the emotional program to improve work efficiency.

Mo Ye's wrist could feel a slight heat.

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

Mo Ye's spiritual power transmitted the information to Xiao Qi as soon as it sensed the change in space.

One person, one brain, without any verbal communication, relies on mental power to connect the whole process.

The chief deacon wants to trap Mo Ye, which means that he already has the next step, and 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 was not temporary, and the chief deacon could not have planned these operations for two or three days, cycle after cycle, and the devil knows how long this man had been secretly plotting.

"No vibrations have been found in the entire area. ”

"The main control and defense system is not working properly"

is different from Xiao Qi's usual small milk voice, and the report at this time does not hear any emotional changes, but a flat tone similar to Half Moon, full of mechanical texture.

Mo Ye's spiritual power network also did not find any suspicious mental power fluctuations, but the feeling of being peeped at lingered.

"Someone is watching me, and the search continues, not sparing any corner. ”

"Yes, open a secondary search. ”

Tiny mechanical mosquitoes flew out one by one, and their teams quickly dispersed and dispersed into different regional spaces.

Ink Night tries not to attack as much as possible, so as to avoid her own mirror image from beating her up with the same magic.

So His Excellency Mage began her personal space teleportation show, non-stop teleportation, the ultimate gameplay of the big change, if you can watch the panorama, at first glance there are thousands of ink nights moving at the same time.

Because of the existence of the mirror, the number of teleported ink nights has also doubled, and it is densely packed with her, and dense phobia patients can faint to death on the spot.

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

What does it mean to stand up after a thousand have fallen?

That's it.

Horror movies don't shoot like this, Mo Ye can see countless pieces of himself from different angles and directions, and the timid can scare themselves to death.

This seems to be disorganized, running around in different block spaces with no regularity, and even some self-defeating ways of teleporting are extremely puzzling.

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

In a bullet-shaped instrument in a secret space in the headquarters building, three deacons lie in different cockpits.

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

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

When I opened my eyes, it was all the same gloomy face, and as an opposite, I felt a little more fearful.

"But that's it. ”

"It's pretty good that aliens can do that. ”

The chief deacon expected her to return to the headquarters building. ”

After such a conversation, they seemed to regain their calm, and the three of them reopened their eyes, and countless mirrors reflected countless inky nights.

"She wants to use the space to teleport out of here, how can it be so easy, hehe. ”

"That way, if she launches a powerful attack, the alien will ......"

With so many specular reflections, the power that can be caused by simultaneous attacks can be imagined.

When the opportunity came, the spiritual power core of the three of them heated slightly, and they tried to find a way to dispose of her forever on the premise of trapping Mo Ye.

"Now is the perfect opportunity, as long as she attacks, she will definitely not be able to withstand thousands of times the same attack stacked on herself, no one can withstand it. ”

There is no doubt about the strength of the Space Sage, and it is even more difficult to kill the Space Sage, and it is already thanks to the special setting of the headquarters building to be trapped, and this is such an opportunity.

The three of them didn't hesitate too much, and they didn't even need to take action in person, as long as they guided Mo Ye to attack.

The trio went on the offensive, and the cockpit on the side of the bullet ejected.

The whirlwind of the ink night did not stop, and the core of spiritual power rotated wildly, providing an endless source of energy for the magic casting.

The thread of spiritual power is untraceably bounced.

At the same time, Xiao Qi's report sounded, "Abnormal energy fluctuations have been found"

The map in the right eye screen continues to expand and refine as the ink night teleportes, and the red warning sign in the "12A03" block flashes continuously.

Here it comes.

The figure disappeared again.

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

The air swirls in the air, forming a powerful torsion that rushes towards the ink night.

Mo Ye seemed to be too focused on teleporting to find a way out, completely unaware of the sudden attack, and was instantly stunned and knocked into the ground.

In addition to the cyclone, there are six spatial walls, blocking all paths, it doesn't take too long, as long as it can trap Mo Ye for even two or three seconds.

A powerful cyclone surrounded Mo Ye's body, changing the gravity index in a small area, and under normal circumstances, even the mecha would not be able to gain a firm foothold under the twist of this powerful cyclone.

Strangling!

The cyclone twists into a rope that extends from different directions and eventually interweaves and rotates in the opposite direction, a deadly strangulation!

There is no better way to escape than by killing the attacker.

Fight back, fight back, hurry up and fight back!

This is the silent cry of the other two deacons in their hearts, as long as Mo Ye launches a counterattack, the level of counterattack spirit skill corresponding to such an attack must not be low, and it is impossible not to fight back under the drive of instinct.

At this time, Mo Ye's active attack is tantamount to suicide, but if he doesn't fight back, he can only wait to be hanged, and if he doesn't die, he has to be seriously injured, no matter how you look at it, it will be a death situation that is unfavorable to Mo Ye.

In the flash of light, the black shadow did not pause at all, and intensified its attack again.

The cyclone suddenly appeared with sporadic firelight, blue and red intertwined, the temperature instantly increased, and the glass wall with a spatial blockade became an oven with its own hot air circulation and grinding function.

Nothing is dead.

Mo Ye will inevitably fight back, and the Mo Ye in each spatial mirror image is a high-energy weapon turret ready to attack, when hundreds or thousands of Mo Ye attack the same target at the same time, even a small water ball can be superimposed with the effect of a ninth-level large wave.

Dead!

This is the common thought of the chief deacon in charge of the investigation at this moment, and there is no way to live in such a situation, and there is no doubt about death.

They were looking forward to Moye's counterattack.

And yet—

Rumble!

As the flames and cyclones intertwined and strangled completely, Mo Ye's body was split into several pieces before they could be scattered to the ground before they were swallowed by the high-temperature flames and turned into ashes.

Moya was hanged.

"She's dead?"

"Strangled?"

"She didn't attack, didn't she react. ”

Perhaps the victory came too quickly, and the deacons did not know how to react for a while, and they always felt that the situation was a little strange.

"Is it really dead?"

It is not difficult to confirm that even the corpse is burned to ashes, but why the ink nights in the mirror space have not disappeared yet, is it the reason why the mirror energy has not yet dissipated?

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

"No!"

A heart-rending roar followed.

A scorching flame with a whirlwind appeared in the air, and at the same time, countless ink nights in the mirrored space of the headquarters building simultaneously cast this wind-swept flame, and for a while, the scorching flame became the only color, and the fire rushed to the sky, and all attacks rushed in the same direction.

The dark shadow became the only shadow in the firelight, and was eventually swallowed up.

The exclamation was only a semitone, and the deacon, engulfed by the flaming hurricane, had no chance of resisting and survived, and was immediately burned to ashes and scattered.

The block room in that area couldn't stand such a violent energy collision, shattering and exploding one after another, and the impact power of the flames was superimposed and amplified thousands of times, and the effect was comparable to a large explosion.

This area was completely destroyed, and the destructive aftermath of the large-scale group attack magic in the uncontrolled state of full-scale explosion continued to superimpose, causing great damage to the surrounding specular reflection space.

Bang bang

There is a limit to the endurance of any device, and at this moment, the violent energy fluctuations impact radiation range sounded a wonderful mirror shattering sound, not only is it a dead ink night, rounded up, ink night is also a person who has died hundreds of times.

The other two deacons in the bullet were confused by what had happened in the past two seconds.

Things did seem to go according to plan, Mo Ye attacked, and then mirrored the reflection, and Mo Ye who came up hundreds of times launched an attack at the same time, and the effect was outstanding, but the person who died was not only Mo Ye, but also took a headquarters building and a deacon.

When did Mo Ye attack, why did the attack turn into targeting Deacon Richard, could it be that Mo Ye found out that Richard was by Richard's side at that time?

All sorts of conjectures raced through their minds.

"The aliens are indeed dead, aren't they?"

Because of the interruption of signal transmission caused by the energy shock caused by the explosion, the two deacons were dark, unable to see anything, and naturally did not know that there were still many ink nights in the mirror reflection.

The final scene stops in the midst of a fiery explosion.

"Are the aliens still there in the specular reflection?"

One of the deacons' doubts was not answered by his companions, his pupils dilated, and he maintained an expression of disbelief on his face for the moment his heart stopped.

The exterior has not changed, but the inside has been divided into fine fragments by spatial rifts.

Massive bleeding of internal organs, cardiac arrest, and various physiological reactions of the body appear one by one, which looks like the death process of a normal person, but in the end, when the breathing stops and becomes a corpse, it finally dissipates into a dim point of light.

The body is gone.

This immortal-like way of dying is so beautiful and surreal that Mo Ye can't think of any human race that has its own special effects when it dies and disposes of corpses on its own.

Well, even if there is, it won't be universally available to everyone.

No wonder there was a corpse on the street at that time, and there would be guards who would immediately take it away and immediately isolate it.

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

"No, it can't be, why don't those mirrors attack you, why, shouldn't it be like this, why are they attacking Richard and not you, it can't be"

The deacon was deeply skeptical, unable to comprehend such a major failure in the mirror-space installation of the headquarters building.

Scarlet thorn vines entwined the deacon, blood-sucking barbs into it.

"Ahh