"A plot change has been detected, and the 'Mechanical Beast' (deteriorated version) has appeared. ”

At the moment when Magneto injected the marrow fluid of Coulix into the 'mechanical core', in the temple that was not many miles away, the voice of the pit father of the Holy Book sounded in Mo Ye's mind without warning.

"What?"

At this moment, Mo Ye is running wildly, as if his butt has been burned by fire.

"The plot has changed, the 'mechanical beast' will be eliminated within thirty days, and 30,000 points will be awarded for mission success, and it will be directly wiped out if the mission fails!"

"This task has the highest priority! If necessary, you can discard other tasks to complete it first!"

A series of messages popped out in Mo Ye's mind like a machine gun before he could react, and each one was extremely informative.

"I'm already miserable enough, I don't have anything like this!"

Mo Xie now completely regrets his act of taking advantage of loopholes to reverse time and space.

He had come back to save Matthew's life.

However, Matthew died.

He was supposed to come back to bring the mutants together and put the plot on the right track.

However, he was pitted by Magneto, poisoned, had his spinal cord drained, and now he has 'sheep epilepsy' due to too much 'drug'.

At the moment, he was left here by mutants.

He was secretly happy when he reversed time and space before, because his points and mission status were 'read'.

But now he can't steal any joy at all.

The loopholes in the Holy Book are also something he can exploit?!

Reversing time?!

This level of means is a joke in front of the Holy Scriptures, which connect the heavens and all walks of life!

To put it bluntly, in fact, what Mo Ye did was recorded in the Holy Text, as a profiteer, how could Mo Xie smoothly use the Phantom Cat's 'golden finger' to get rid of this task world?!

If you dare to take a shortcut, I will dare to dig a pit for you to jump!

Such a subtext, Mo Ye should have been clear a long time ago.

It's just that I was too young! I blame it for being too young!

"Oops!"

Patronizing the news given by the "Holy Scripture", Mo Ye didn't pay attention and didn't see the road conditions under his feet.

Most of the floor in the temple is fairly level, but since a group of people with little public morality have lived there, there has been a little more debris on the ground for no apparent reason.

Mo Ye tripped over a piece of gravel and fell directly into the mud.

He used to run extremely fast, but when he fell now, he suddenly felt like all his internal organs were displaced.

"Oops......!"

Instinctively, Mo Ye propped his hands on the ground and turned over on the ground and sat up.

"Huh, my hand ......?"

It was only at this time that Mo Xie found that his hands and feet were obeying the call again, and the instructions from his brain were executed by them without any mistakes.

Suddenly, Mo Ye also found that the burning heat on his back had also disappeared, as if this fall had touched something, and he seemed to wake up from a deep nightmare, and all the previous encounters were like a dream.

"Injuries...... Seems to be healed?"

Mo Ye moved his hands and feet, and he felt that his body was no different from before the poisoning.

"That's it?"

Mo Ye had a feeling of unreality.

In fact, he was right to question.

At this moment, Mo Ye is not considered to be cured, at most he has regained his ability to move by luck.

Three streams of heat were originally hovering over his spine, constantly swimming. They interfered with Mo Ye's nervous system (most of the body's important nerve veins are located in the spine), causing his legs to move involuntarily.

This is quite light, after all, Mo Ye is only out of control with his legs, and the performance of losing control is just running.

It was his arms that were out of control, so it was likely that he had already demolished the temple with his unicorn arms at this moment.

The hands are less yang, the feet are less yin, and the movement of the legs with hot breath is not without basis.

If it was according to the normal process, as long as the heat was still circulating in the spine, then Mo Xie would not stop running, but Mo Ye's fall just now accidentally exerted a 'force' on this hot air that should have been exerted to Mo Ye by someone who knows how to do it.

Of course, the connoisseur's saying is 'pushing blood through the palace', which is a massage technique, and it is by no means as violent as Mo Ye's fall just now.

However, after all, the method is wrong, even if the effect seems to be similar, it is likely to be 'a thousand miles away'.

At this moment, in Mo Xie's body, that hot air has entered the spine, replacing the original position of the bone marrow, this situation is very strange.

To put it nicely, it can be said that this is 'kung fu practice to the bone marrow', and to put it mildly, it is 'going mad'.

What happened in Mo Ye's body just now was definitely not a formal qi channeling technique.

"Holy Text, please tell me where the mission is!"

With Mo Ye's knowledge, he couldn't understand what was going on in his body, so he put this matter aside for now.

After all, he has a new 'obliteration-level' mission on hand.

"The mission location needs to be explored on its own. ”

Regarding Mo Xie's question, the answer of the "Holy Scripture" was neither salty nor light, but Mo Xie always felt that there was something in the tone of the "Holy Scripture" this time that made him feel uncomfortable.

Oh, it's wrong, in fact, the tone of the "Holy Scripture" didn't make Mo Xie happy, but this time its tone Mo Ye was particularly unhappy.

Because there is a sense of 'disappointment' in its voice.

"Is this tone frustrated by the fact that 'I haven't been played to death yet'?"

Mo Ye's eyebrows raised.

"Okay...... I'll check what equipment they left behind and don't ......."

Mo Xie dusted off the ashes on his body and stood up casually.

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High altitude, close to the high altitude of the stratosphere.

Hundreds of transports carrying mechanical sentinels flew slowly.

Their speed is balanced, and they maintain a fixed speed except for lift-off and landing.

No one knows why or what the point is.

Perhaps, for the sake of the whole queue?

It's really formalistic.

However, the phalanx, which was neat and tidy one moment, was in chaos when the next moment came.

"Beep~!"

This is a sign that the mechanical sentinels have detected mutant genes.

"Buzz~!"

Hundreds of transports hovered in the air, their hatches opening wide one after another, spilling out a large group of black shadows like sprinkling spice in a spice bottle.

That's the word for death.

Sentry.

At this height, where will they be targeting?