"Ahh I... Be... Who? ....This... Where is it!? ”

The No. 3 tyrant scratched his head frantically, and his mouth came out with a vague human speech, and this sudden change caught Zhang Mo off guard and was stunned.

Why does it speak?

Zhang Mo was puzzled.

"Ahh I... It's Tusori... Buddhist nun... Bajula... This... "Ske," No. 3 roared, uttering a series of vague, and tongue-twisting names. And it's also strange that it speaks a strange unknown language, but it turns into a human language, which is really weird.

Zhang Mo remembered that black-robed people can use advanced technology to load information in their brains, so black-robed people can easily understand human language, and they will also input information in the brains of biochemical weapons, so No. 3 mouth mouth Chinese Zhang Mo only felt awkward, but not surprised.

He was surprised why Number 3 was talking! He had devoured the leader of the black-robed people, and knew the manufacturing process of biochemical weapons, and when they were made into biochemical weapons, the host would be washed away from all memories and turned into a biochemical weapon that only knew how to obey orders.

But there are accidents in everything, such as the old age, and then for example... Number 3 in front of you!

Zhang Mo had already reacted from the initial shock, and he had also thought it through, it seemed that No. 3 should have a clear memory.

*******

"It's... How can it be! ”

The leader of the black-robed people staring at this scene couldn't help but scream, this was an unprecedentedly strong emotion, even if Zhang Mo wreaked havoc before, his emotions were not out of control to this point. Not because of the loss of No. 3, but because of the shock of No. 3 regaining his memory. No. 3's memories have long been washed away by their technology, how can the memories that have been washed away be remembered again!?

This made the leader of the black-robed people shocked.

"Chief, the program has analyzed the factors that changed the memory of No. 3." A black-robed man stood behind him.

"Speak!"

"Program analysis, the No. 3 biochemical weapon will enter a weakened state after the madness, before we forcibly terminated its madness, making its weakened state more serious, and then when the No. 3 was the weakest, the purest body used two mental attacks: the mental power attack and the nightmare space.

As a result, No. 3's consciousness was violently impacted and pulled into the Nightmare Space, a special mental illusion capable of conjuring up the deepest memories of the target's mind..."

Hear here. The leader of the black-robed men turned. interrupted, "Isn't the Nightmare Space only effective for intelligent life? ”

"Report to the leader, the reason why 3 was pulled into Nightmare Space is that its memories have not been completely cleansed, and there are memory fragments remaining. Through memory fragments. All the memories it has washed out will be remembered. However, the odds of this are extremely low. As for the existence of memory fragments, we only learned about them after the anomaly on the 3rd. ”

After hearing this, the leader of the black-robed people was silent for a long time. Even Zhang Mo and No. 3 on the screen no longer pay attention. The brainwashing process is their most important thing, and nothing has ever gone wrong, and the awakening of No. 3's memories has taken it by surprise.

Due to the scarcity of the black-robed race, for the development of their civilization, there are many pseudo-tribesmen created, which are countless times the population of the black-robed people, and many of their things are operated by the pseudo-tribesmen.

Once the pseudo-tribesmen and biochemical weapons whose memories have been washed away have all recovered their memories, it will be a huge disaster for the Kusa people, and the danger level is even higher than that of Zhang Mo, so the leader of the black-robed people has to pay attention to it.

"Deliver this message to the global first-tier members without any reservations." The leader of the black-robed people immediately made a decision and issued an order.

After all the instructions were issued, the leader of the black-robed people silently looked at the large electronic screen.

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In the underground space, No. 3, who was constantly howling in pain, was almost undefended, just holding his head and screaming.

But Zhang Mo did not choose to make a move at this time, although this was the weakest state of Tyrant No. 3.

After he went against the black-robed forces, he had been thinking about how to destroy this dangerous and terrifying race, but he never had an answer.

If he were alone, I am afraid he would never be able to do it.

Working with humans?

Zhang Mo directly vetoed it, regardless of whether the human race accepted him or not, but compared to the black-robed man, the human race was too weak. Think of the energy railgun placed in the underground space, a terrifying killer that can pierce the moon with one cannon!

As tough as Zhang Mo, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

How easy is it to destroy a civilization that is tens of thousands of years old!?

However, after seeing No. 3, Zhang Mo's mind became active. The scarcity of the black-robed people is their flaw, they are a fraction of the billions of people on the planet. And it is precisely because of their sparse population that they have brainwashed and cultivated a large number of pseudo-tribes to work for them, and the number is N times that of the black-robed people.

Although the black-robed people are high above and rule all, their warships, biochemical weapons, and scientific research equipment are all controlled by the pseudo-clansmen, once the memories of these brainwashed pseudo-clansmen are awakened, this will definitely be a huge disaster for the black-robed people!

So Zhang Mo didn't want to kill No. 3 anymore, he wanted to know how No. 3 recovered his memory, he believed that it was definitely an accident that the nightmare space made No. 3 remember clearly, otherwise the black-robed man would have discovered this a long time ago, if he could master the pseudo-clansman's ability to awaken his memory, then the end of the black-robed man would not be far away.

Number 3 was screaming in pain, his palm slapping his head hard, and the blue blood flowing down did not respond.

Zhang Mo was waiting quietly, not only did he not attack No. 3, but he was still vigilantly observing the surroundings and protecting it, fearing that the black-robed man would want to kill it recklessly.

After an unknown amount of time, Number 3 finally stopped his madness, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping heavily, and for the first time, the silver eyes that had been blank had a faint reaction.

When its eyes were focused, and finally it was fully refreshed, it stood up from the ground, although weak, but its spine was still straight, and its eyes swept to see Zhang Mo standing not far away.

Although Zhang Mo looked very thin, much shorter than the nearly one-zhang tall, No. 3 could clearly sense the terrifying power contained in the human body in front of him.

And after seeing Zhang Mo, not only its original memory, but also the memory after becoming a biochemical weapon also became clear, and scenes appeared in its mind, with blood, gore, and killing pictures that couldn't help but make this humanoid life like a marble carving show pain, anger, remorse and other expressions on its face.

"Ah~~~~!!"

Finally, it could no longer hold it back, and let out a long, mournful howl from the sky.

The terrible howl passed through the underground space and soared into the sky, and many mecha in the underground space exploded directly in the whistle.

Zhang Mo still didn't speak, he had also devoured biochemical weapons and learned their memories. He knew what they had done, and he knew where they came from, their hometown was destroyed by the black-robed people, and he was transformed into a monster that was neither human nor ghostly by the enemies who destroyed his hometown, and it was strange if he didn't go crazy.

After half a sound, the whistling stopped, and No. 3 barely calmed down, it already knew Zhang Mo's identity from memory, and also knew the previous battle between the two.

"Why... What... Don't kill me. No. 3 asked in a voice, probably not used to human writing, his voice was a little stammering, and his tone was also very strange, like a foreigner speaking Chinese. It didn't understand why Zhang Mo didn't kill it, its behavior was chaotic when it first woke up in its memory, and it couldn't even control its body, if Zhang Mo insisted on killing it, it had a good chance of succeeding.

Zhang Mo knew what it meant, but just looked at it and said coldly: "Because we have a common enemy." (To be continued......)