Eventually, the robot's huge arm stopped.

Stopped at the tip of Muyang's nose. Not a centimeter, not a millimeter, but just right, on the tip of his nose.

He could even feel the cold metal mech, and the faint smell of oil. If you drop even a little more, your head will be beaten*splashed.

But it didn't.

Mu Yang knew the ancient robots, even their engineers. When an ancient robot attacks, it will divide its target into the first target, the second target, and the third target according to the threat level...... By this inference.

The actions of the target will constantly refresh the Ancient Cybani's hatred score, fluctuating its level up and down.

Move too fast and too wide, launch a counterattack against the ancient mech, and even get injured...... will increase the Cyborg's attack aggro.

There is almost no other way to descend the robot's aggro attack than to attack the object with higher aggro and the death of the target.

But here, thankfully, the robot's static vision is damaged. So there's a third way.

That is to remain still.

While remaining stationary, the robot's scoring system began to suspect that "Muyang" was dead, and its attack priority continued to decrease.

But the attack command was activated anyway.

The distance between the two is a kilometer, and this distance of a kilometer just reduces the attack aggrom of the robot to zero.

The calculation is so accurate that only Mu Yang dares to play like this.

Even if the calculation is to this extent. The two have reached a stalemate, and the previous predicament has not been broken, but this time the person trapped here has been changed from a girl to Muyang.

In this world, there are only people who are certain to die, but there is no certain death.

Mu Yang began to slowly extend his hand to the robot in an extremely slow, extremely slow, extremely slow amplitude.

Tightly control every inch of the muscles in the body, and the six hundred and thirty-nine muscles in the body are all one. At that moment, he was a more robotic being than a robot.

Reaching out at such an almost non-existent rate, the robot's dynamic vision is imperceptible.

However, this way of doing work is also long and arduous.

The stars in the sky rose higher and hotter, and finally disappeared into the sky. The sky over Stefort entered the gray night.

An hour passed, three hours passed, and five hours passed. And Muyang has just completed the gesture of "reaching out".

There is still a long way to go before the robot itself is hooked.

It's a test of body control, but also a test of one's willpower.

A slight move will be wasted.

Only a truly strong person can cross the limits of body and mind and hook up to the world that ordinary people can't hook.

Muyang finally crossed the mountain.

After ten hours of waiting, Mu Yang finally stretched out his hand and placed it under the oil tank in the robot's crotch.

He used his telekinesis to poke lightly, and punctured the robot's fuel tank.

The only remaining black engine oil slowly flowed down the small hole, and there was nothing left.

The rumbling of the ancient cyborg finally stopped, and the two shining red eyes on its skull returned to darkness.

Just in case, I waited another two hours until I was sure that the ancient robot had been scrapped. Mu Yang chose to lie down on the ground completely.

The bones are falling apart!

After twelve hours of long stalemate, Mu Yang lay on the ground and rested for only half an hour, and then re-entered the fighting state.

This time he really made a lot of money.

First, without using a hand cannon, an ancient cyborg was killed.

Although the most rudimentary, there is only one credit.

Plus he has spent two days alive on St. Fort's Star. Now his points have become minus 6.

Mu Yang climbed onto the ancient robot and unscrewed the two light machine guns off his shoulders.

A total of 500 rounds remained in the two chains. After Mu Yang collected the bullet chain, he threw away a light machine gun. This kind of bomb-eating monster with 100 rounds a minute, it is enough to leave one by your side.

In the core drive of the robot, Muyang also dug out an atomic battery, which has less than five percent of the remaining power. Although I don't know if this thing will be useful for the rest of the journey, it is small and lightweight, so I simply carry it with me.

At the same time, the corpse left by the girl on the simulated battlefield is also a valuable asset.

From "her", Mu Yang found an old-fashioned*, a dagger, and a small jar of water.

Although it is not known why the girl would exchange it for these extremely cost-effective wastes. Anyway, if you search it out of someone else, you don't need to consume your own points, so you take it with you.

Muyang continued to embark on the path of progress.

……

Muyang walked again on the star of Stefort for two days. On the way, he encountered a total of three ancient robots, two of which he dodged and one met him in a narrow way, and Mu Yang was forced to have no choice but to consume a total of an old-fashioned hand and a hand cannon to kill the opponent.

At the same time, he also refined his equipment again by disassembling the robot's body.

Three days later, Mu Yang finally saw human architecture again on the vast Stefort Star Desert.

It was an old-fashioned watchtower, about thirty meters high, about five kilometers away from itself. According to preliminary estimates, there are no defensive facilities and barriers, and the function is single.

The importance of a building in the middle of the desert can be imagined. Even if it's just a watchtower, its basement may contain munitions, food, water, and even medical equipment.

He hastened towards the watchtower.

When he was a kilometer away from the watchtower, Mu Yang kept an eye on it. He crawled in the desert, wriggling like a snake, slowly approaching.

It is not excluded that others other than themselves will enter the watchtower first. Although in the simulated battlefield, no points are added for killing other students, but no points are deducted. There are always some psychopaths who like to take out their kind in ambushes to gain a sense of superiority.

After walking for a thousand meters, he finally reached the bottom of the watchtower. It seemed that no one was sniping at him from a high place, and Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, he stood up from the ground and shook his sand all over his body. Pushed open the rusty door in front of it.

"Squeak."

Behind the door, there is a dark, cold world.