The ruins have a name.

In official parlance, it's called 'Waste Dump 03', or 'Concentration Camp 03'...... There are many different names like this, but at least the number '03' remains the same.

It's really cold, a cold number, like a brand in the archives.

Cities are numbers.

Population is also a number.

People who are obsessed with numbers make decisions that only take numbers into account.

The 'mechanical beast' in the form of a feathered serpent burrowed into the ruins.

It writhed like a loach.

It's just that there will never be such a huge 'loach' in this world.

The city has been changed beyond recognition, and the overall layout, which was originally scientifically planned, is now only a vague outline.

'Feathered Serpent' roamed around its Middle East and soon settled on a spot.

A place that looks like it was just an ordinary building.

A place that is currently unrecognizable.

However, the perspective of the 'mechanical beast' is not the same as that of a human.

It's attracted to radiation.

Underneath this, there is a nuclear power plant that is not functional, but the raw materials are still there!

The body of the 'mechanical beast' comes from the contributions of many mechanical sentinels and transports, and similarly, its energy is derived from these 'donors'.

However, at least half of all the targets it devoured and assimilated exploded in the process.

Detonating means that the 'Mechanical Beast' cannot obtain 100% energy from the target's body.

That's why it swallows the incendiary substance.

Relative to the energy in its body, it was already too large to sustain its flight for too long.

And now, it's found energy.

Just the closest nuclear power plant to it.

"Smack!"

Using the head and tail together, the 'Feathered Serpent' quickly cleared a large area from the surface of the ruins, one large enough for it to stick its head into.

"Roar!"

Like an illusion, there seems to be a pleasant taste in the roar of the 'Feathered Serpent'.

It leaned down and stuck its hideous head into the hole.

Suddenly, the cave was filled with the sound of rustling.

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"Magneto, do you see what's going on?"

In the quiet workplace, the white-haired old man buried his head at the desk, and the purple-haired woman stood beside him.

His brow furrowed, as if he was facing the biggest problem of the time.

It's not where to go, it's how to get there.

For the drawings at hand, he is only half-understood, and he can make the finished product is just copying it step by step.

The principle is not his.

Neither is the design.

Even the only thing he had added to that core that belonged to him was borrowed from elsewhere.

Even a second before the finished product came out, he wasn't sure what he had made.

He just thought that this 'core' could be part of something big.

He was wrong.

Fortunately, he reacted in time at the moment when his 'core' was first formed, otherwise, he would not have regretted his life here at this moment.

"No, I still only know a little about the principles on the drawings. ”

Magneto's rare candor, he spread his hands.

"If you can't read it, why waste time?"

The woman standing next to her naturally flickered, but it seemed a little inappropriate to use the word 'squire', because - who would 'stand' while playing with a knife?

Most of her respect for Magneto had fallen in her tone, because Magneto's immature plans and initiatives had caused her to bear the charge of 'harming her own kind'.

Therefore, there was a bit of unkindness in her gaze when she looked at Magneto at this moment.

If you make a mess, you should clean it up yourself.

"Don't look at me like that, you'd better go outside and ask who is responsible for the 'mechanical sentinel' pot. ”

Even if Magneto doesn't look up, he can feel the goodness in his twinkling eyes.

"In addition, open the door and give this thing to Mo Ye. ”

Magneto tossed the paper in front of him, where he had already written and drawn a lot of numbers and symbols, to Flicker.

“Okay。 ”

Flickering reached out to catch the paper roll, and then opened a spatial door directly on her side, and before Magneto could say anything, she threw the paper roll directly into the door.

From beginning to end, only one pair of hands made a movement on his body.

She still stared at Magneto coldly, keeping this motion, like a sculpture.

This is a stubborn woman, and Magneto won't let her star, so she wants to stare at it.

"If you don't even look at it, aren't you afraid that what I handed you is a compression bomb?"

Magneto snorted.

The two were also funny, one just looking down while the other kept staring.

I really wonder if Magneto would have sparked if he had raised his head at this moment and the two of them had met their eyes......

It's a little exciting to think about......

……

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, as if someone was clapping their hands, and it looked like someone had been slapped in the face.

In the quiet room, the sound was particularly loud.

Mo Ye, who had been sitting cross-legged on the shrine and had not moved since the beginning, opened his eyes.

An inexplicable red mark appeared on his face.

"Who the hell!!"

He roared, then looked around for the culprit.

Mo Xie can stop at any time when he is doing his work, after all, his realm is not very high.

In the realm of internal strength, there are two kinds of people who are not at all afraid of being disturbed while meditating.

First, it is a person with an extremely high realm.

Such people already have a self-contained cycle in their body, and they are able to perform exercises even if they are not controlled by their minds.

The second is those who have a very low realm.

The true qi in such a human body is pitifully small, and it doesn't matter much even if it goes a fork in the road.

Moreover, due to the problem of the realm, such a person must meditate and constantly guide with his mind, so that the true qi in his body will come up.

As soon as the mind is scattered, the true qi in the body will naturally 'go back to their own home, each find their own mother', or return to the dantian, or scatter into the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Mo Ye was originally the former, because the sword qi in his body at that time was the sword qi left by the old sword saint and brought together the highest achievement of the Dugu Sword Saint's life.

The Sword Saint does not exist, but his sword qi still has its own will, and it can operate in his body at any time and without the assignment of Mo Xie.

It's just that at that time, the sword qi in Mo Ye's body was too autonomous, and even Mo Ye, the 'master', could hardly control it.

At that time, he was actually in a state of 'artificial sword storage'.

And now, the sword qi in Mo Ye's body has been downgraded by his cheap master, and for the martial arts journey, this product is actually just a half-ass, and he can't even recognize the acupuncture points around his body.

Therefore, the current Mo Ye belongs to the latter of the two described above.

Fortunately, he is still a 'rookie' at the moment, otherwise if his luck is disturbed at a critical juncture, not to mention what will happen to his internal qi cultivation, his whole person may be wasted.

“WTF？”

After looking around the quiet room for a week, Mo Xie finally found a roll of paper that had fallen on the edge of the shrine.

No, it should be said to be 'a pile of paper that has been rolled up'.

A book can be rolled up and used as a stick, when he was young, Mo Xie did a lot of this kind of thing, but he didn't want to be slapped in the face by his favorite thing when he was a child in this world today.

And it didn't hit lightly.

Mo Xie rubbed the red mark on his face, which was an imprint that ran through the left half of his face.

"Flash!"

There is no need to think about it as a second person, Mo Ye identified the perpetrator as soon as possible.

It was impossible for this roll of paper to appear here out of thin air, and only Flicker had the power to flick it in his face.