"Uh-huh, behind this wall, there should be a warehouse for ammunition reserves."

Mo Ninglong recalled the structural diagram of the entire battleship in his mind, tore the wall firmly, and walked in.

Behind him, one hole after another.

These were all big holes that Mo Ninglong bombarded in order to go straight to the command room.

As for why he didn't teleport in directly, it was just that Mo Ninglong wanted to have a good tour.

Exploration is exploration, but what you see with your own eyes is another feeling.

It's a wonder that is hard to describe in words.

I have seen the life support operation integral, and I have seen the range operation module of artificial gravity.

Mo Ninglong still couldn't help but want to admire the designer's whimsical ideas.

But what surprised him the most was the energy core.

Instead of relying on elves as an energy source, the real energy source of this warship is actually controlled nuclear fusion.

Seeing the beauty of the sun imprisoned by manpower, Mo Ninglong's mind couldn't help but have a wonderful picture.

It was a historical picture of the modern human beings who set foot on the moon, moved to Mars, and finally stepped into the infinite starry sky.

He didn't rely on any elves, so naturally he didn't use any magic.

Human beings stand at the pinnacle of all races with technology.

Mo Ninglong closed his eyes, and even he didn't know if this scene was his delusion, or if this was the future.

The dragon spirit species, a race that travels through the timeline.

The past, present, and future are nothing more than projections of him.

It's a pity that Mo Ninglong has also isolated too many abilities in order to eliminate the various defects of the dragon essence species.

This future, after all, is unknown to him.

While thinking wildly, a wall appeared in front of Mo Ninglong's body again.

This wall is the last.

Behind this is a corridor, a corridor that leads directly to the command room.

Mo Ninglong popped out the sharp claws of his fingertips, and his hands plunged into the metal fiercely.

With the strength of the arm, the piercing sound of metal deformation broke the silent space, and in the blink of an eye, the metal wall was torn out a one-man high.

Mo Ninglong took a step across the crack and came to the corridor.

Look around.

This spacious corridor has a number of gates, which were designed to be resting places for the crew.

It is convenient for the battleship to start fighting at any time, which is why this corridor leads directly to the command room.

Mo Ninglong turned to the left.

After a while, a door appeared in front of him.

If the energy core is the heart of this battleship, then what is hidden behind this door is the brain of this battleship.

Looking through the alloy gate, a platoon of crew members had already drawn their guns and aimed at the gate.

Mo Ninglong looked at the guns in the hands of these crew members with a strange expression.

The battleship cannons outside failed to give him a sense of danger, but these pistols that can be mastered by a single soldier have?

Routine!

Full TM routine!

You never know where the designers are in the game.

Mo Ninglong sighed boredly.

The dragon spirit gave her the ability to predict her own death in advance, but it also deprived him of the joy of wandering between life and death.

Perhaps others can't understand what fun there is in this life and death.

That's just because of the mentality.

Space moves.

Mo Ninglong disappeared in place, appeared in the command room in a blink of an eye, and stayed behind everyone, stunned that no one noticed his arrival.

"Aren't you tired of staring at the door like this?"

Scare!

All the crew members were startled by the sudden unfamiliar voice.

Turned around, aimed, pulled the trigger, and did it in one go, faster than some of the soldiers Mo Ninglong had seen.

However, there were no gunshots.

There was an eerie silence in the entire command room, and everyone's slightly rapid breathing was palpable.

"Whatever can pose a threat to me is naturally a priority to solve." Mo Ninglong kept spinning an incomparably slender elf needle in his hand, and sat cross-legged on the chair that originally belonged to the commander, spinning leisurely.

Only then did these people realize that there was an extra hole in the gun in their hands, and the appearance of this hole was the reason why the gun could not be activated.

The more sophisticated the instrument, the easier it is to destroy.

All Mo Ninglong did was run through the main control board in these firearms.

In the end, the chair rotated and stopped, and Mo Ninglong's indifferent gaze fell on everyone.

The atmosphere was slightly cold.

Everyone looked at Mo Ninglong in fear.

But despite the fear in his heart, none of them chose to retreat and flee.

They knew very well that in this infinite universe, no matter how much they escaped, they could not escape from this battleship.

This scene reminded Mo Ninglong of the humans he had encountered when he first came to the other world.

With fear in his eyes, but with a smile on his face, he greeted death, just to win that precious second for his compatriots who escaped.

Alarm bells in my heart!

Mo Ninglong did not hesitate at all, and immediately launched a teleportation away from the battleship.

The fire lit up.

The battleship blew itself up.

These have not been ready to live since the beginning, and they have been stalling for time, trying to take Mo Ninglong away with the self-explosion of the battleship.

It's a pity that Mo Ninglong saw his death.

So, he dodged.

"That's pretty much." Mo Ninglong felt sorry for those NPCs, and also felt bored with this game.

It's so simple.

Maybe it's time for it all to end.

Essence, manifestation.

A celestial body called a black hole appeared in the center of the battlefield.

Irresistible gravitational capture.

Mo Ninglong sat quietly in the sky on the side, quietly watching the battleships disintegrate and shatter under the gravitational pull of the black hole.

The two sides stopped fighting and began to flee the death site due to the appearance of the black hole.

All the energy is sent to the engine.

Although there is no escape, it also prevents these ships from going deep into the black hole.

It won't last long.

The structure of these ships won't last long.

Seeing this, Mo Ninglong snapped his fingers calmly.

Although it was a vacuum, the sound of snapping fingers appeared clearly in everyone's ears.

A heavenly strike is definitely not a powerful attack in such a war, but it is enough to be fatal in such a situation!

The impact of the explosion deflected the ships, which had escaped with all their might.

The only chance to escape was gone.

This fourth level is over.