Meng Chen changed his position, and from here he could clearly see the situation in the small building through the window. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A faint red glow stood in the hallway, while the rest of the Smiths rushed toward Sejoff from either side of him. Those Smiths were no match for Sejoff, and despite their numbers, Sejif was still very easy to deal with.

Meng Chen gradually realized some clues from here.

I'm afraid that Smith not only inherited their power when he devoured Junko and Ichihashi, but also fused their consciousness and character. If Smith used to be simply crazy, now he has to add the complex human emotions of cruelty and caution to his character.

Moreover, after gaining the devouring ability, he can accumulate strength in a Smith. It's like a proletarian who was once not afraid of heaven and earth, and suddenly has a deposit, and he no longer dares to face danger.

At this time, the strategy he chose was to constantly wear down Sezhov's power first, like a cat and mouse. Wait until the opponent is exhausted and completely desperate, and then perform a thunderous blow. Get the most out of the least of the price.

What am I going to do? Rush up and fight alongside Sazhov? No, Smith is too strong, and I can't beat it at all. Only the prophet was saved.

After Meng Chen made up his mind, he immediately turned into a ghost state. He entered through the wall from a place at the back of the building that was not closely monitored by Smith. Appear to the prophets.

The Prophet, like a great mother who had covered her child and was ready to sacrifice herself, sat at the small table with a calm expression, tidying up the last plate of freshly baked pastries. She just casually glanced at the uninvited guest who broke in, and then went about her own business again. "Don't you taste a piece? Freshly baked. ”

Meng Chen didn't have time to chat with her, he stepped forward and said, "Come with me, Smith is about to come up." ”

The Prophet had finally finished picking up what she was doing, but she showed no signs of nervousness, and she had no intention of leaving. She just sat there quietly, raising her head and looking at Meng Chen seriously. "You're a lot like the guy I remember, an old friend...... Maybe...... Not really. ”

"Let's go, it's too late." Meng Chen almost wanted to forcibly pick her up and escape.

The Prophet shook his head, held out a hand, and gestured to the chair next to him, motioning for him to sit down. But after seeing that Meng Chen had no such intention, he was not reluctant, but continued to say slowly: "Everyone has their own fate, child. My destiny is here, and here and now. ”

The fighting outside was getting quieter and quieter, and Sazhov was about to be unable to hold on. He didn't dare to come up at Smith, he didn't come in Smith in an instant.

But the Prophet still said slowly, "I can see that you have a little bit of a shadow of Merobao Keane, this is a very amazing phenomenon, how can you have something in common with that villain?" ”

"I'm sorry, we have to go." Meng Chen confessed and wanted to drag the prophet. He could already hear Smith's stumbling footsteps approaching the roof.

"Don't you want my eyes? Now it's time to pick it up. ”

"Huh?" The prophet suddenly burst out with this sentence without a beginning or an end, causing Meng Chen to freeze on the spot and not know how to respond.

"Merrobao Keen, don't you want to get my eyes to see through the future? Now is the perfect opportunity! ”

Meng Chen then thought that in the original play, the French had asked Morpheus and Trinity for the eyes of the prophet in exchange for Neo's freedom. "These forces can only be effective in the virtual world. I'm not interested. Meng Chen replied to her.

"Why wouldn't even Neo?" This endless sentence made Meng Chen directly stunned, but she continued, "Everyone's abilities are unique, whether you, Neo, or Smith can survive in your own way. Is there a distinction between virtual and real? ”

"I always have a memory - I don't know how many generations I left behind, and it tells you to pay attention to your soul. Child...... It's just locked. Someday, when the ** is opened, it will also be the time for you to take off. ”

Soul...... Locked...... Open it......

Soul Lock! Meng Chen felt a thunderbolt in his consciousness, and suddenly such a word appeared. He looked at the Prophet in amazement, and a huge wave stirred in his heart.

She actually knew the soul lock, she actually knew the concept in the main god space, she ...... What else do you know......

Unfortunately, time was running out, Smith had already stepped on this level, and it wouldn't take him a few seconds for him to rush into this room.

It's a shame that if I had a little more time, I could have learned a little more. He looked at the prophet with a faint smile, and suddenly a little apology and some gratitude suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Thank you, I'm sorry."

Meng Chen took a step forward and placed his hand on the prophet's shoulder......

Devour, launch!

The watermark fluid began to devour the prophet frantically, but the power of the prophet was also stubbornly resisting Meng Chen's devouring. Even though the Prophet had subjectively given up resistance, her rank in the entire matrix space made it difficult for Meng Chen to devour it.

The watermark fluidity that usually does not wave in the ancient well is now a circle of ripples centered on Meng Chen's hand. Each circle of ripples seemed to radiate power from the outside, and the devouring power needed to attack alternately in waves.

Devouring is a force recognized by the Lord God, and it is unexpectedly resisted so strongly in the matrix space.

Meng Chen couldn't help but think of how terrifying the strength of the Creator, or the Machine Emperor, was. But rules are rules, and the power that devours everything has the mind of all rivers. The watermark fluid is difficult but steady to advance.

At this time, Smith had already slammed open the door, and when he saw this scene, he roared wildly, and countless Smiths in suits and leather shoes poured into the small room, rushing towards Meng Chen and the Prophet from all directions.

Watermark Fluid is still calmly moving at its own pace......

The nearest Smith had rushed to the front, and he raised his hand to thrust the Prophet in the back......

Just as his hand was about to touch the Prophet, the last gap was filled, and the Prophet turned into a living Buddha statue watered by a watermark.

Smith's hand had already touched the Prophet's body, but he was a step too late, and there was not a single slit in the completely sealed mercury stream for him to squeeze into. His hand flicked off like it hit a steel plate.

"Ah......h

They rushed and leaped up, turning into a wall of copper and squeezing towards Meng Chen and the prophet.