"Ahem!"

The first few seconds after being trapped in the black iron ball and given enough space to breathe seemed like heaven to Mo Ye, but then, when he recovered, another torture from hell descended on him.

After breaking free from the suffocation and coma, he felt pain from all over his body, caused by the prolonged squeezing.

The first is the chest, where the man's ribs are aching in three places, two on the front of the chest and one on the back.

But that wasn't the most painful wound on his body.

Or rather, the pain alone was light for him.

"Oh! Shit......!"

The man found that he couldn't feel his lower body again......

Without much thought, his spine, which had no good spine, was once again reimbursed.

Mo Xie felt the pain of the egg - of course, this was only his subjective emotion, in the state of paralysis of his lower body, even if his egg was burst, it would not transmit the slightest pain back to his brain.

"Holy Scriptures!"

The exchange request that had already been sent out had still not been heeded, and Mo Xie felt that the Holy Book was deliberate.

"Aha!"

The voice of the profiteer finally appeared in Mo Ye's mind after a thousand calls.

"Redeem and repair! Priority repair of physical injuries!

The current Mo Xie doesn't have time to talk nonsense with this profiteer who 'can't be saved when he dies'.

At this moment, he was able to have a fairly clear consciousness because of the various pains that were constantly transmitted back from his body.

"Wait~!"

This time, the "Holy Scripture" replied very decisively, I don't know if it was because the injuries on Mo Ye's body were too critical or just because of the sentence 'You can watch the points yourself'.

I guess it's the latter......

The soft white pillar of light enveloped Mo Ye's scarred body, and a trace of light like a star and a half was injected into his body.

(Very classic restoration picture, no nonsense here...... ）

Half an hour later......

"Click!"

After all, the huge iron ball could not trap the 'contents' in it, and after a crisp sound, the iron ball directly split in half.

"Whew......!"

The clothes on Mo Xie's body were still tattered, but his spirit had recovered.

"......Is it again that only the flesh has been repaired and the 'blue' has been restored?"

Holding the sword and feeling his state, Mo Ye quickly came to a conclusion.

"Forget it......"

Under the sinful 'teaching' of the Holy Scriptures, Mo Xie has learned to selectively ignore some 'unjust' treatment.

He didn't complain any more, just silently checked his equipment.

The Fire Lin Sword was found on one of the mechanical sentinels that made up the Iron Ball, and although it was forgotten how the sword was inserted into it, it was better than losing it.

The storage bracelet was still on the wrist of his left hand, Mo Xie tried it, and its function was still normal.

The 'Angel Wings' had been destroyed, and was now hanging on his back, and wisps of black smoke were coming out of the remaining body from time to time, looking very dangerous.

"Shhhh

The wreckage of the 'Angel Wings' on his back had already been connected to his clothes, and Mo Xie even tore his shirt to pieces.

"Where am I?"

Casually throwing the wreckage of the 'Angel Wings' far away, Mo Ye only looked at the environment around him at this moment.

He found himself standing in a large pit, and from the outline of the crater, it was not difficult to tell that it was supposed to be the masterpiece of the 'Iron Ball'.

The soil in the pit was dark yellow, and Mo Xie raised his head slightly and looked out of the pit.

He saw the grass.

There is grass growing on the ground outside the pothole!

"Where is this?!"

At first glance, he recognized that this was no longer the place where he had been trapped like an iron ball.

In the dead of winter, such meadows would never exist in Tsarist Russia.

"Buzz~!"

Just as Mo Ye's gaze was still on the grass, trying to rely on his poor geographical knowledge to determine which continent he was on at the moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky.

"Fly...... Fly...... Airplane?!"

Mo Xie followed the prestige, but when he saw the source of the noise, he couldn't help but cry out in a low voice.

It was a plane that happened to fly over Mo Ye's head.

No, to be more precise, it was a passenger plane.

It's just an airplane, and there's nothing strange about it in the first place - unless you've never seen an airplane in your life.

Mo Xie has not never seen an airplane, as a modern person, not to mention a plane flying overhead, it is an aircraft carrier from ...... Well, driving past him wouldn't surprise him at all.

Not to mention making him exclaim.

He didn't exclaim because of the plane itself.

He was screaming at his situation.

You must know that in the era when mechanical sentinels were raging, there was not even a single hair in the sky, and the only ones who dared to soar in that sky were Professor X, who had mastered black technology.

However, Mo Ye actually saw an airplane in this sky!

And it's a passenger plane!

What kind of rhythm is this?!

"Bang! bang!"

Mo Ye slapped himself three times in a row, he used harder and harder, and even the last slap left five deep fingerprints on his face.

However, after his 'self-abuse', the airliner in the sky was still there.

"What's going on?!"

Mo Ye jumped up violently.

"Huh!"

He was originally at the bottom of the pothole, and this pit was a bit deep, and his jump suddenly allowed his altitude to be beyond the pit.

He saw the world beyond the pit.

High-rise buildings, bungalows, winding highways, and huge billboards painted on the side of the highway by an American grandfather.

"I'll go!"

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, so he shouted a second time.

"I ...... Crossed?!"

As a modern person, his ability to accept some things is already very strong, not to mention that Mo Ye's identity is relatively special.

It's his job to go through this kind of thing. For him, this kind of thing is as common as eating and drinking.

However, this crossing was clearly an 'unplanned' product.

"The Holy Scriptures! What is going on?"

Mo Ye crawled out of the pit, and while he looked at the scenery around him (the level of foreign language is worrying, don't expect him to get any useful information from the billboards on the side of the road), and asked about the Holy Scriptures.

He felt that according to the urine nature of the consistent plot development, he must have encountered something big......

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"Oh!

With a bandage on his head, Hank only showed one eye, but that didn't stop him from flying the plane, except that, for some reason, he cursed as he flew it.

There is no subject, just a bunch of words with 'F' and a few onomatopoeia of unknown meaning.

Is this man crazy?!

"Don't groove! He's still angry! Hurry up! I know there's a nice hospital nearby!"

Charles, annoyed by Hank's rare expletives, spoke up,

"Don't worry! If history really had such a great inertia, he would not have died at this time!"

The trio had returned to the plane after visiting Brady, and as planned, they had fulfilled the 'bring back Brady' target.

However, the Brady they brought back was in a state of less air intake and more air out......

"Be optimistic!"

Looking at Brady, who was covered in blood and had rolled his eyes, Charles himself felt that the words that came out of his mouth were so weak.