With a low roar, the pale red tail flame behind the figurines turned blood-red, and then they floated off the ground.

What is surprising is that they did not rush up, but were divided into two layers, inside and outside, the first layer slowly closed towards Qin Mo, and the second layer guarded the periphery, and their wrists were transformed into various long-range weapons.

After thousands of simulated trainings, Qin Mo has long been accustomed to group battles, and there are three elements in one-to-many battles, the first is to use the terrain to prevent the enemy from killing from all directions, and the second is to create chaos in the crowd, so that the enemy can crowd and trample on their feet, turning a numerical advantage into a disadvantage.

Finally, look for the weak links and break them one by one.

This is an open space, there is no natural terrain available, but you can make your own terrain.

Qin Mo slapped his chest, and a layer of nano armor immediately covered his whole body, and then he flew backwards, and that direction was the weakest point in the number of enemies.

The enemy immediately responded, the ink figurines in the front row stretched out their long knives and forced Qin Mo at the wrist, and at the same time, the ink figurines in the back row shot wildly, and the bullets flew under the armpits and shoulders of the ink figurines in the front row towards Qin Mo, but they did not hit them.

Under the unified coordination of the 'Ghost Valley', these robots have achieved true heart-to-heart communication, each individual is born for the collective, and every action is done for the group.

What's even worse is that the ink figurines behind them are also forced up.

Before he could contact the enemy, Qin Mo had already been shot more than ten times in the chest and back, and this was still the result of entering the Zero Realm state and diving in the most perfect posture.

These bullets were extremely powerful, although they would not penetrate the nano armor, but each blow made Qin Mo's movements stagnate, and he finally rushed into the pile of ink figurines, and seven or eight sharp blades beckoned over again.

But Qin Mo's heart settled down a lot, forming a natural shield around his ink figurines, and the ink figurines in the back row had no shooting window, so they had to stop shooting.

Listening to the wind, Qin Mo swung to the left, and at the same time reached out to grab the blade that attacked first, and then used it to block the other blades.

Immediately after that, the other hand formed a knife and cut off the sharp blade in the hand of an ink figurine, and then stabbed it into the stomach with a backhand.

It seemed to be where the engine was, and the high-speed rotation of the conveyor bearing made a harsh metal grinding sound under the twisting of the blade, but the sound quickly changed from strong to weak, from existence to nothing, and then the ink figurine went out of fire and fell.

There are thirty-five more.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, as the number of enemies becomes smaller and smaller, the battle will become easier and easier, Qin Mo's confidence soared, and after drawing his sharp blade, he stabbed into the head of the next ink figurine.

This time he misjudged.

All the ink figurines were under the unified command of the 'Ghost Valley', and the individual didn't need to think at all, the ink figurines with a wounded head not only did not stagnate at all, but accelerated towards Qin Mo, allowing the sharp blade to further pierce his head, and then used both hands to clasp Qin Mo's arms, not giving him a chance to withdraw and dodge, and the other ink figurines immediately cooperated and slashed up.

I can't hide now.

'Reverse! ’

The seven ink figurines pulled out the sharp blades that pierced Qin Mo's body one after another and raised them high above their heads.

Qin Mo seized this momentary gap, buckled the ink figurines in front of him that had been pierced through the head by the barrel, and forcibly ripped off its arms as weapons, forcing the other ink figurines around him to retreat.

The soul silk debt has been paid off, and the deed can be used again, although this invincible 'reverse' can only be used once in five minutes.

Since the 'reverse' tampered with the physical reality, neither the 'Ghost Valley' nor Qin Mo, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt abnormal, and after a slight pause, the ink figurines calculated a new strategy according to the new reality, and once again surrounded it.

Qin Mo became more and more upright, and took the initiative to rush towards the encircled ink figurines.

It's not so much the wolves flocking to the lambs as the falcons pounce on the chickens.

This time, Qin Mo learned to be obedient, and specifically attacked the abdomen of the ink figurines, that is where one blow will kill, and for a while, the fire was splashing, and the ink figurines continued to turn into scrap metal.

Not far away, Qin Mo, who was standing next to the flying machine, felt a chill in his heart.

According to her calculations, the probability of these 36 ink figurines destroying the enemy within one minute is 99.24%, and the moment the enemy's arms are buckled just now, the battle should be over.

But the fact is that the enemy not only did not die, but also became more and more courageous.

This is not a miracle, but the 'Ghost Valley' did not know the existence of the 'reverse' and did not take this contract into account.

This is the terrible thing about the skill of tampering with physical reality, no matter how bizarre the result is, since it already exists, it is reasonable, and the person who is immersed in the scene can only feel the slightest disharmony intuitively at most, but cannot say why, and the 'ghost valley', as a machine that only recognizes data, can only attribute the magic in front of it to a calculation error.

The ink figurines were killed one after another, and the chill in Qin Mo's heart slowly turned into fear, and he realized that if he didn't leave, he might not have a chance.

So he turned off the ink shield and boarded the aircraft.

"Hey, hey, don't go!" An excited voice came from the pile of ink figurines, "Don't you want to know who I am?" I'm going to take off my mask and show it to you. ”

Qin Mo snorted coldly and drove the aircraft into the air and left.

If I can't deal with you, I'll deal with the people you care about.

Lilith, Yang Tianming, Feng Yao.

And also...

"'Ghost Valley', I remember that No. 4 Qin Mo used to receive the favor of a chartered woman in Yunhai City, that chartered woman is called Zhang Meifeng, find her out for me, and I will take her as a hostage."

A cold and emotionless voice came from Qin Mo's left earphone: "There is no such person in Cangbei City." ”

"Expand the scope of the search to the whole of China."

"My permission can only search Cangbei City for the time being."

"I'm modifying your read-only permissions as an administrator, scope: the whole territory of China."

"Done."

"Find Zhang Meifeng's location."

"Nobody."

"Read-only permission is extended to the whole world, find Zhang Meifeng's location."

"Nobody."

"Grass!"

It's grass on that side, but it's cool on this side.

After Qin Mo wiped out the melee ink figurines around him, he rushed towards the outer layer of the long-range ink figurines with bullets.

In just three minutes, the sandy soil was already full of scrap metal.

There were only three ink figurines left on the battlefield, and the 'Ghost Valley' saw that the general trend was gone, and the data that should be collected was also completed, so he ordered them to leave.

I can't do without.

Qin Mo casually picked up three pieces of steel from the ground and shook them at the sky.

One drop is accurate.

After three loud bangs, six pieces of steel trash fell to the ground.

Call~

Qin Mo was exhausted and sat down on the ground.

Although he was not fatally wounded, there were large bruises behind the bullet holes on his body, and the nano armor on his left shoulder was cut by a sharp blade, and the wound was deep and bone-seeing.

Fortunately, after being tossed by Professor Yang for a month, his system is no longer what it used to be, and it will not take two days for this injury to heal.

was about to call Yang Tianming to report the situation here, but he didn't expect the mobile phone to ring first.

What's special is that it's a voice call from Condensation.

"Hey, I'm not available right now."

"Squeeze out a little space, people are sad now."