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While resisting massive data attacks on the WAN, I took the opportunity to attack their intelligence hub. When I finally left, I kept an eye on it and let the runaway center delete all information about the "Mental Shackles" program.

I believe that no matter how advanced Mrs. Wall is, it will take years for them to retrieve the technical knowledge in the relevant field.

The subsequent counterattack of the robot soldiers is not unpleasant, but without unified scheduling and coordination, and without the support of intelligence from the Internet, each robot is no longer more efficient than normal humans.

In fact, without the ability of comprehensive coordination and the support of big data intelligence, these advanced robots do not play well.

After several deliberate maneuvers with my body as bait, there was a hole in the robot's encirclement, and I took the opportunity to escape in one fell swoop.

The immediate difficulties were solved, new problems were solved, and new difficulties followed.

A safe retreat path is left only through the bottom of the base, the external access to the infrastructure.

The reason why Mrs. Wall had not placed a heavy force at the hundreds of exits of the building was clear when I finally arrived by sneaking in.

The exit was actually placed on a river of magma.

It is a poisonous, hot and dangerous place. Coupled with factors such as the high pressure of the planet itself, the disturbed magnetic field, etc.

It's easier said than done to cross a lava lake.

What's more, I'm short of supplies and hungry right now.

Now outside the exit, near the banks of the lava river, watching and the scorching flames roaring downstream, I already regret the decision to leave here.

From time to time, maintenance robots wrapped in special fireproof materials can be seen walking between the maintenance structures to deal with maintenance tasks from the upper base.

From time to time, roaring lava turbulence passes by, stirring up jets of terrifying lethality that creep over the maintenance structure.

In just ten minutes, I saw that a maintenance robot was rubbed by the jet when passing through the maintenance structure, the fireproof material was easily peeled off, and the body itself only lasted for a few seconds before turning into a red structure. As the jet returned to the lava river, the hapless maintenance robot vanished.

I was frightened by what I saw, imagining myself passing through those structures and not being able to avoid the jets.

"It's going to be burned to slag!"

How is this going to pass? The thermometer on the helmet shows that the surface temperature of the structure exceeds 900 degrees Celsius as the jet passes by, compared to the normal temperature of the structure of 200 degrees Celsius. Although my combat suit is capable of fighting continuously in the heat of up to 300 degrees, and because of the prosthetic limbs, I am actually more tolerant of the temperature on the ground.

However, the above figures are theoretical data after all. Fighting in a high-temperature environment, the requirements for not being in a hurry are extremely high, the combat suit needs to consume energy to maintain the internal normality, the prosthetic limb stands directly on the surface of the high temperature, and the cooling body also needs energy, as well as weapons, ammunition, jetpacks, etc., in order to be able to use normally in a high-temperature environment, many things need to consume energy and supplies, and this is what I lack the most now.

The same is true for my own body, in a high-temperature environment, even if there is a combat suit to regulate body temperature, the consumption of each movement will be greater, which may not seem like anything in normal times, but it is a huge problem for me when I am hungry.

What I'm thinking about now is whether the chance of falling into the lava river is too high because of the excessive consumption and going straight out of business, or whether the chances of falling into the lava river are too high due to the excessive consumption of physical energy.

Just as I was hesitating to turn around and go back to the Biochemical Farm to try my luck and maybe grab the supplies that would keep me alive, my eyelids jumped. I let out my senses, only to find that all the nearby access exits were closed.

"Damn Mrs. Wall, this means that I want to die directly underground!"

Unable to hide my whereabouts any longer, I quickly retreated to the nearest access exit.

The heavy alloy door was shut.

I tried to intervene in the network, opened the door from the inside, and found that I didn't know what blocked the signal here, and I couldn't even sense the presence of the network. Approaching the alloy door again, it attempts to directly communicate with the access control terminal attached to the door. It was found that not only the terminal itself, but also the drive of the door had lost power.

Mrs. Wall, who killed a thousand knives, did such a desperate job, they can be regarded as blocking my way back in the true sense.

Turning to look at the scorching river of lava, I came to my senses.

Even if this road leads to Abi Hell, it can only be walked once.

......

Two hours later, I was scurrying between the structures at the base of the base. Wrapped in thermal insulation from the poor maintenance robots, he has wide-area perception and focuses on the lava river beneath his feet. Any surge of fire would startle me to take refuge in the upper echelons.

The jet of lava was a terrifying thing, and if its 900-degree heat could last me for a few seconds for my three prosthetics, then its massive mass was enough to shatter all my resistance, whether it was being swept into a river of fire or torn apart by the force of its impact, it was a terrifying way to die. In contrast, being killed in war is no longer such a horrible thing.

The base is very large, the longest distance is 1400 kilometers between the two ends, and the most downloaded location is also nearly 100 kilometers wide.

Considering the use of geothermal resources, the base is built on a natural river of lava. I'm going to get out of here, and according to the holographic map of the base I've gotten earlier, I'll need to travel on the lava river for at least 10 hours, and I'll encounter no less than 5 rapids of the lava river, where even the maintenance robots won't dare to get close. Densely spaced jets will destroy any attempt to approach the area.

I'm now approaching the first rapids on the way. Judging by the map, there are still less than 10 kilometers to reach the most dangerous zone, but you can already feel that the lava river is becoming more and more brutal, and the amazing energy is suppressed under the billowing lava, waiting for an opportunity to release it at any time.

Between the jumps, I stumbled under my feet, and I quickly changed my posture and controlled the center, so that I could stabilize my body before rolling down the river of fire.

Seeing the lava river churning, I knew what was going to happen, so I hurriedly activated my jetpack and hurriedly left my current position. It was as if someone had pulled me from behind, and my body spun involuntarily. I screamed and tugged at what might have been used as a gripper, finally grabbing a metal beam of the base's structure before falling completely into the living river.

"Ahh

The left hand that grabbed the beam was the non-prosthetic left hand, and even if there were tactical gloves separating it, the heat instantly burned the palm, and the worst thing was that I couldn't let go right now, and I could only watch the intact left hand turn into a charred paste along with the tactical gloves.

The excruciating pain instantly energized my strength, and my body managed to climb onto the structure with just one flick.

As soon as I got on the structure, I couldn't wait to pick up my left hand. In addition to the scorched blackness, the pain was gone.

"That's the only limb I've ever left intact! Bastard ......"

At this moment I was deeply disgusted with Mrs. Wall. Originally, the target of my hatred was the Proxima Centauri devils, because they were invaders and committed heinous atrocities on Mars. I don't have much of an idea of Wolff's robots, except that this force is not simple, and since I haven't personally experienced the disasters they bring, I don't even think of them as enemies.

However, after they made a trick and lost my left hand, I realized from the bottom of my heart that I was facing an enemy similar to that of the leading devil.

In the face of them, either you die or I forget.

After hastily dealing with the injury to my left hand, I used the only bottle of tissue regeneration potion I had on my body.

Checking the consumption of supplies, I realized that the jetpack was missing while dodging the jet.

Ammunition, food, medicine, firearms, etc. are no longer in stock, and I have nothing left of me.