The snowfield looks so empty from the sky, if it is far enough away, you can even find a little poetry in this white.

The vast snowfield is like a white, uncolored canvas, leaving countless imaginations to explore.

It's just that they can only think about it.

Mediocre mortals have no qualifications or abilities to leave a mark on this canvas, let alone color it.

It's just that......

Today's snowy fields finally have color.

The gorgeous red, rising to the sky, reminds people of Huang Chao's poems inexplicably.

"The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor. ”

However, this light is not a fragrant, soft petal, and there is only a sense of murder in the red light that reflects half the sky.

Under the red light, there is no room for a trace of different colors.

"Alas...... World War I returned to the pre-liberation ......"

Trying to find a safe place in the higher sky, but there is no safe place in the face of such a 'full-screen attack'.

The moment the red light arrived, Mo Ye, who had not been able to escape far enough, tried his best to unfold the telekinesis shield.

After the red light dissipated, Mo Ye began to fall from the sky with scorched smoke all over his body.

At this time, he was like a charred corpse excavated from the scene of the fire, and there was no place on his body that was not charred black.

The clothes on his body were completely destroyed, and the charred black cloth flew like butterflies as it fell, dragging a black and color-changing trail in the air.

Beneath the clothes, the skin on Mo Ye's body was chapped, and blood was constantly oozing out of the charred skin.

If such a situation had happened to ordinary people, I am afraid that they would have died......

"Shhhh......h

Although the physical body looked already miserable, Mo Ye's consciousness was still very clear.

It's just that Mo Xie at this moment would rather not be sober.

"This big move...... Did you use rays to simulate the inside of a large oven......

Mo Ye, who was conscious, knew very well what had just made him look like this.

The telekinesis shield can't defend against the 'field' composed of electromagnetic force, if the sentinels had released some other tricks after reading the article for so long, Mo Ye might not have ended up in such a mess, but these guys ......

To put it in layman's terms, Mo Ye, who had just been irradiated by the red light, was like staying in the microwave.

If it wasn't roasted instantly, it was already considered Mo Ye's physique to be excellent.

Looking at the 'high-pressure particle cannon' that was in a state of synchronous fall with Mo Ye, you can see what kind of high temperature Mo Xie encountered in that moment just now - the body of the cannon made of metal was already red, and it looked as if it had been rebuilt in the furnace.

However, it seems that this time the "Holy Codex" really does not have too black and evil money, because even in the state of redness all over the body, the golden light brewing in the muzzle of this cannon has not been extinguished.

Even because of this high-temperature environment, the speed at which the golden light spots in the muzzle of the gun increased a lot.

For a short while, the spot was the size of an egg.

It's just that at this time, Mo Xie didn't have the time or strength to care what kind of state this cannon was, and at this time he was trying to restore the consciousness of his body.

That's right, he couldn't feel his body anymore.

There seemed to be something broken in this charred black body, maybe it was nerves, maybe it was blood vessels, Mo Ye's vision was blurred, and the background color of his vision was intensely red.

It was clear that there was bleeding from the corners of his eyes and even in his eyes.

The eyes are still like this, and the rest of the body is probably not much better.

"Whew...... Whew......"

His breathing sounded like a bellows breaking, and he felt a suffocation due to the increasing speed of his fall.

"If you continue like this, you'll die. ”

He knew this well in his heart, but it was useless to know only such facts.

What Mo Xie needs is a way to save himself from his predicament.

"Float up!"

Faced with the feeling of weightlessness caused by the constant falling, Mo Xie instinctively wanted to use his mental power to float himself.

But he was sad to find that he was completely unable to use any power.

After spending time in the 'microwave', the body's functions have been completely broken.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Trying to get the gas that should have been inhaled into his lungs through his mouth, Mo Ye heard the sound coming out of his mouth very strange.

“……”

The sound of the wind kept sliding in Mo Ye's ears, and he quickly gave up trying.

"Telekinesis...... Open up!"

This body is finished for the time being, and even with the recovery power of the 'Dragon Blood', there is no way to restore the state of this body in a short period of time.

At this time, I can only try to reuse the spiritual power from the soul as soon as possible.

However, at this time, Mo Ye could not feel the slightest spiritual power that could be called.

His entire brain was drowsy, and it seemed that Mo Xie had been hurt a lot in the attack just now, both internally and externally.

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"I'll go!"

Logan was on his way back to the battlefield when the sentinels burst out in a red light, and for a moment the blinding red light blinded him.

With the experience he had gained over the years, Logan pulled the car to a safe stop with his eyes closed.

"It's glaring!"

Just by looking at it from afar, Logan felt his retina have fallen off, and he jumped out of the car, rolling all the way to bury his front in the snow.

The freezing snow made Logan's eyes feel cold.

But when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't see either.

He knew that he was temporarily blind.

"What a terrible attack!"

Dealing with sentries is not a matter of a day or two for Logan, and as far as he knows, sentry robots should not use this kind of attack.

That level of light, just looking at it from a distance is enough to blind, but what about the person standing nearby?

And what about the people who are fighting them?

As soon as he thought of this, Logan didn't care that his eyes hadn't recovered yet, and he struggled to get up from the snow.

"Brady!"

Logan shouted loudly, knowing that his shouts would never reach him from such a distance, but he still shouted hard.

At this point, he was desperate for a response.

It could have been an explosion that told him that the men standing in the sentry group fighting them were still fighting back;

It can be a long howl, accompanied by a few foul words, and the means of mocking these guys are too inferior;

Even a barrage of gunfire is fine.

Logan just wanted to know that the battle that had started him in the distance was still going on.

"Brady!"

Shouting loudly for Professor X to tell him his name, shouting and shouting for Logan felt familiar.

I can't tell the truth, because the damaged eyes have not recovered for a while, and Logan's world is dark.

It was dark, like a lost past.

In the darkness, he saw a man holding a light bulb on his temple in one hand and a light bulb in the other.

In the dimness, the only point of light in this world was the light bulb of the man's finger.

“……”

Logan felt as if he had caught something, like a boatman in the salvage business on a river, accustomed to salvaging broken bottles and cans from the bottom of the river, and even boots full of holes, in which he scooped up the shells of the mussels that had grown pearls.

The glow from the pearl coincided with the light bulb held in the hand of the figure in the dimness.