In the dungeon, watching those people with great malice gradually approach them, Paster's team was a little flustered, although they were used to seeing death, but now this situation was really helpless, as if they were being targeted by a pack of wolves that were almost starving to death, and they had no blades in their hands.

Congreve and Mo Fan stood together, he knew that Mo Fan's bracelet had been taken away by the Rubik's Cube, and now the two of them were the same as Paster's team, without any ability to resist, and this sea of people was enough to kill them.

The earth trembled even more, the breeze became stronger, and the chaotic sound kept lingering in my ears, but as the ground above my head shook, the entire underground city also shook, and if it weren't for the metal structure holding it up, I'm afraid everyone would have been buried alive here.

With this huge earthquake, the sound in the breeze seemed to disappear suddenly, and those people who were full of malice all came to their senses, looking around blankly, although they understood what was happening, but they didn't know why they had that emotion just now, looking at Mo Fan and the others, who were already very close, they shrank their heads and returned to that numb appearance, but there were some changes in their expressions.

There seemed to be a thunderstorm overhead, and the cracks under the collision of the small hands and the faint purple fusion revealed the metal roof of the underground city, and the two mixed breaths rushed into the ground, allowing people to exchange in madness and quiet.

Mo Fan could feel a familiar burst of energy burst out - the Rubik's Cube fired! Accompanied by a clearer scream, Paste and Mo Fan and the others were considered to be in normal health, and their own resistance to this was much stronger, they could barely resist the screaming and disturb their minds, but those who were physically weak couldn't do anything, they covered their heads and fell to the ground.

There was the unbearable screams of those men in the screams, and the mechanical soldiers on the side did not move, ignoring all this, they were just lifeless objects, but did the controllers also ignore all this?

There was some viscous liquid flowing out of his ears, and the man with glasses fell to the ground like the others, his body arched, and the back of his hands and the roots of his brain came out, as if he was about to break through this layer of skin, and when he put the hand covering his ear in front of him, he found that his hand was full of blood, in this case, his ear should have entered a state of deafness, but the scream still drilled into his mind, as if all the pores of his body were channels.

The eyes of these people were already bloodshot, and some of them even had blood in their eyes, Congreve covered his head, looking at all this a little unbearable, the relevant thoughts flashed in his mind, and he didn't care about anything else, and rushed towards the mechanical soldiers.

Seeing Congreve's movements, Mo Fan was shocked, and hurriedly chased after him and shouted, "What are you going to do?" Calm down! ”

Congreve's eyes were almost bloodshot, he shook off Mo Fan's hand that grabbed him, endured the scream in his head, and said to Mo Fan word by word: "I'm very sober now, I know what I have to do!" ”

After that, he didn't care what Mo Fan thought, and came to the mechanical soldier, and the mechanical soldier made a move, lowering his head slightly, wanting to see what Congreve said.

Gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, Congreve struggled to keep his words awake and ordered the cold mechanical soldier, "Hurry up and return my leaves, I know what you should have discovered." ”

The mechanical soldier hung his hand, and without any movement, let Congreve stare at it like this, which made Congreeve angry, and he was affected by the screaming sound himself, and now he didn't care about the emotional outburst, and shouted the words just now.

At this time, the mechanical soldier finally reacted, it twisted the rotation axis at the neck, and the movement was not as fast as before, but as if it had been abandoned for a long time, and it was full of iron filings, and it took a step forward extremely mechanically.

Seeing the mechanical soldier's very difficult movements, waiting for a few seconds before taking two steps, Pasd rubbed his head, took a few steps here, and said his opinion: "It is estimated that the manipulators inside have also been affected. ”

After a while, they could already see something purple floating out of the body of the fallen person, and there was no need to think about it, those people were no longer saved.

Congreve endured the clutter in his head, the screaming had just subsided a little, but it had intensified again due to the purple stuff being added, and he didn't know where his words were placed, so he had to think of other ways now.

The screams continued to sound, and the blood vessels of those who fell to the ground bulged, and it seemed that there was only a thin layer of skin separated from the outside, and the skin was also translucent, and their fingertips clawed the ground, scratching blood marks one after another, and blood flowed from their eyes, nose and ears, making it unbearable to look at directly.

The lights flickered and flickered, and it seemed that the entire underground city had been affected, and many purple things that were not part of the area passed through the metal walls and went outside, but it was not freedom.

The small hand pressed the slight purple fusion, and completely grasped it in the palm of the hand, preventing the scream from spreading upwards, so it caused the people underground to suffer, and if the original micro purple fusion only struggled like this, it would not be long before it disappeared into the small hand. But this little hand didn't know that there were people underground, so it caused the rest of the faint purple objects to merge into the fusion under his hand, so that it slowly strengthened, and gradually had the ability to compete with the little hand, but it was not satisfied, and continued to struggle, ready to take the lives of more people underground.

Paster's team all half-crouched down, the screaming intensifying, making it more energetic for them to resist, for all of them, and for the emaciated people, the scream was no less than a curse!

The vision began to wander, and Congreve struggled to find something to write, but the people here had nothing to write at all, until his eyes were fixed on the blood on the ground!

After rushing up from Congreve, Mo Fan knew what he was going to do, and kept looking at him, when he found that Congreve's gaze was fixed on the ground, Mo Fan saw that it was the blood flowing from the body of several people, Mo Fan felt a sigh in his heart, he understood what Congreve wanted to do.

Although Paster's team was also resisting the screams, only Congreve had the greatest reaction here, and it was one of the people who opened the city, and their eyes were also focused on Congreve, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw his movements.

I saw Congreve come to the side of the few people who were slightly cold in a panic, squatted down and pushed them away, stretched out his index finger to dip it in the blood, and closed his eyes facing the empty space.

"Calm down, just like you usually write, can't you still write in the elf-stricken area? Ignore the distractions. There were screams in their ears, and the people were lying on the ground tossing and turning, and the screams could penetrate the eardrums. Congreve closed his eyes, resisting the discomfort in his head, his breathing gradually stabilized, and Mo Fan did not disturb him, but stood beside him to prevent others from turning over due to pain.

"Let's go too." Seeing the movements of these two people, Paste's heart was slightly relieved, and he said to the team members, moving his body to move closer to Mo Fan's side.

As Congreve continued to breathe, constantly admonishing himself to calm down, the voice that hindered him gradually mobilized the two opposing energies in his body, the energy surged, converging on his fingertips, he suddenly opened his eyes, the blood in his hands was no longer dry, like red ink, and his fingers were like a big move that had been held for a long time, at this moment, with a trace of charm, on the ground to depict the Holy Words.

Without pause, Congreeve drew a second word on the ground, the blood in his hand as if it would not run out, still present in his fingertips after writing more than twenty words.

The two competing energies collided constantly, squeezing out the blood in Congreve's body drop by drop from his fingertips, and he was in an unprecedentedly good state at this time, and he started very quickly, writing nearly a hundred Ti Sheng characters on the ground, and then stopped.

Congreve's face was pale, panting, but he didn't care about his physical state, stared at the blood-red text on the ground and said, "Put people on it!" ”

Paster reacted first, grabbed a man who was still screaming next to him, and pressed it to the ground with all his strength, blood-red words stained the man's body and clothes, and the man stopped moving after a few struggles.