Hubin looked at the time on his watch, it was only the last hour until eight o'clock, and he couldn't do anything but pray that the moment would come soon.

He and Ponyo lay in front of the window and looked at the scene outside, looking at the blood all over the mountains, but their hearts were full of excitement.

Although the spiritual power consumption on the end of the Tang Dynasty is extremely high, there are a large number of spars to replenish it, but it can still be maintained.

The most important thing is that Tang Mo's tactics are well arranged, and every time she controls a group of compilers, there will be another line of defense in front of her, which also greatly reduces her pressure and makes this battle gradually become an overwhelming battle.

What Tang Mo didn't know was that since she destroyed the first compiler and let the system detect her existence, the system of the entire world began to broadcast anything that happened in this clearing in real time.

Although there are no surveillance cameras here, there are countless drones with cameras hovering in the sky.

I don't know if it's to retaliate for Mr. Hu's slap in the face of the world's rules in the live broadcast for so long, so the system wants to punish and arrest them live to warn everyone.

What is even more unexpected is that due to the butterfly effect brought by Mr. Hu's live broadcast, the world changed its rules for the first time before World Day.

That is, the voting system is back on, and everyone can change their vote results until 8 p.m.

This is something that has never happened before.

The original intention of the system was not to let everyone be influenced by that abductive live broadcast, and to make the really right choice after seeing the punishment for those who broke the rules.

At this moment, all the people are staring intently at the blood-red screen at home, living in the illusion of peace for too long, they have long forgotten the taste of war.

And the girl in front of her, this scene greatly shocked everyone's heart.

At this time, all the spiritual power of Tang Mo was destroying and controlling these compilers, but he didn't notice the drones hovering overhead.

But even if she noticed, she wouldn't pay attention to it.

Live broadcast? Well, she wants them to see if the world is what they thought it is.

The battle ended quickly, and the compilers who were still standing at this time had blank and sluggish expressions on their faces, and these were already people from the late Tang Dynasty.

It's finally time to rest.

Tang Mo sat on the spar, of course she knew that these compilers were all produced by the system, as long as the world wanted to, these people were endless.

But production at least takes time, as long as it can reach eight o'clock, everything is over.

The rest of the compilers all moved closer to the end of the Tang Dynasty and rebuilt a solid wall.

All the people on the screen were still holding their breath, waiting for what else the world would do to Tang Mo.

They knew that the girl in front of them had been punished like this because of the protracted live broadcast, although it didn't seem to have anything to do with them.

But everyone who has watched the live broadcast, everyone who feels really happy and happy for Mumu and Ponyo is no longer an outsider.

The sentence against this girl is like a sentence against themselves, and they all sincerely hope that the girl in front of them can win.

But it's just one person, and can it really win against this world machine?

It's like they are hesitating every time they vote, but can they really win the whole world with just their own vote?

Is it true that you are the only one who can compete with the rules?

It's a live broadcast and a revision of the voting rules, of course, the world will not admit defeat so easily and let Tang Mo go.

Soon, Tang Mo felt that something from the city was hurrying towards him.

She stood up, straightened the corner of her clothes and released her spiritual power to feel, it was not a compiler, it was definitely a more powerful existence than a compiler.

What's even more terrifying is that Tang Mo did not feel the existence of human consciousness in those opponents.

In other words, her move to destroy the control was ineffective.

It was at this time that Tang Mo's spiritual power also sensed the drones in the sky that were shooting without dead ends.

She quickly realized something, then looked up and smiled as one of the drone's cameras came.

I'm not going to throw in the towel.

The distance was too far, and the drone had no way to transmit Tang Mo's voice to the live broadcast, but the audience who was sitting intently in front of the screen still understood this sentence through lip syncing.

The screen enlarged Tang Mo's face, and there was no fear of location on her face, as if what she was going to face next was so sparse and ordinary.

She was still smiling, standing on the blood-stained ground and laughing.

She said, I won't throw in the towel.

I won't necessarily win, but I'll give it my all until the last minute.

I will not admit defeat, I will never, never, and never admit defeat to this world.

At that moment, everyone understood the meaning behind the girl's smile.

Many people don't even realize that they don't know when, and two lines of tears have already flowed down their faces.

People are wiping their faces with their hands indiscriminately, and they can't tell what kind of emotion is stirring in their hearts at this moment.

They haven't had such emotions for a long time.

Tang Mo's eyes looked firmly into the distance until the group of enemies appeared in front of him.

It wasn't almost identical to humans, but a group of robots covered in steel armor, each two meters tall and covered in steel that refracted light in the sun.

If the compilers are for the maintenance of the public order of this world, then these iron men are for the security order of this world.

The number of these iron men is not large, about thirty or forty, but the combat power of each one is very frightening just to look at.

Tang Mo was not surprised, she had long known that since this world had such advanced technology, it was naturally impossible to just create a compiler.

And these iron men in front of them are complete robots, with no consciousness and no brains, and it is impossible for Tang Mo to rely on mental power to destroy and control them.

Tang Mo glanced down at the time, and now it was only forty minutes until eight o'clock in the evening.

It's just a bit hard.

Tang Mo took out the Tongtian Axe from the space and held it in his hand, ready to start a hard battle.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and Tang Mo sent ten compilers to rush over, wanting to test the water first and see what kind of strength the steel giant was.

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