In the void, lightning intertwined.

The space is highly distorted, with crepts that spread from time to time. A large amount of black mist was born from the cracks, and then disappeared in an instant, like the breath of the devil. Every appearance and disappearance inevitably takes away a large amount of lightning energy. And in this extremely harsh environment, there are countless spatial splinters shuttling like naughty children. Not stopping.

It's a land that has no life, no existence.

In the second world, such a place is called 'Naraku'. It means a place that cannot be used and is permanently abandoned.

However, today, this Naraku, numbered 'T711', has appeared with a man dressed in white. Someone who wasn't supposed to be here.

Muse.

I saw him wearing a white shirt, showing up casually with his chest open, his hands still in his trouser pockets, but there was a deep wound on his left shoulder, in which the light flickered, and there was a vague mechanical structure. Some small lines extend from the wound and are inserted into the left arm and under the ribs. How quirky it is to be and how quirky it is.

After the battle of Secjester, the Muse has obviously changed a lot, and the most obvious point is that it seems more cynical. And the gaze is a little less sharp and a little more hazy.

As one of the strongest 'majesty' of mankind, what is the muse doing here?

Doesn't he need to be part of the current battle of the human race, or sit in the rear? Can humanity win this mission without him?

But there was clearly no tension in the muse's appearance. On the contrary, it is a wandering world, playing the world.

In the face of such a harsh environment, he just shook his head and sat down cross-legged out of thin air. Hang Erlang said solemnly. "It's time for me to sell coolies again. Damn old bastard, if he doesn't give me a satisfactory reward this time, I'll swear I'm sure I'm going to make him look good. ”

"No one can force you if you don't want to." Suddenly, a vague thought responded to the muse. It's full of temptations and hints. "There is no reason for a strong person like you to be manipulated. If you are ordered, it only means that you have not realized how powerful you are. ”

"Oh? Pox, what do you want to say? Hearing this, the muse asked with a smirk. It didn't seem surprising at all. The name Pox was something he had come up with without any trouble, and Muse thought it was very good, but unfortunately no one ever told him that he really didn't have the talent for names.

As he spoke, a small mechanical eye suddenly emerged from the wound on his shoulder, wielding its slender mechanical tentacles at him viciously.

"I said it, don't call me pox! I don't want to be a pet! ”

"Oh. Zhilu said a small pox. I'm going to have a pimple. You're not a pet pox......" Muse agreed, then added. "What's that calling you? Small pimples? ”

The "............" mechanical eye was as if it had been hit by a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and it froze instantly. It took a long time before it drooped limply. He said in a low tone.

"Okay, let's call it pox."

"Look, wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner?" The muse smiled and stretched widely. Then he asked as if he remembered something. "By the way, what were you going to say to me?"

I said...... No one can ......" The mechanical eye suddenly perked up, and was about to repeat it, when he suddenly saw the muse's smiling gaze. The sound stopped again. I thought about it. actually retracted the wound directly, and never made the slightest sound. The countless tiny parts inside the wound emitted a harsh grinding sound, as if the machinery was trembling.

The muse then put down his hands and said lazily. "Looks like you're finally understanding who you are. Small pox. You are no longer the same person you used to be, and you are no longer the god of Sagester. Now you are just a prisoner trapped in my body. If I don't want you to do nothing. Not even death. ”

With that, the muse's right hand touched his left shoulder, feeling the tremor and fear of the machine. After a while, he nodded in satisfaction. "You actually want to seduce me, little pox, you are really immature. No wonder you Sagestes were eliminated. But I'll forgive you once. I hope you won't test my patience. ”

"No, I know." There was a feeling of thought from the wound, a slight sense of fear.

It had to be terrified, because it knew better than anyone the horror of the muse.

Pity that it was once the god of Sagest, a powerful creature that lived through the era of chaos, but was mistaken in that war of annihilation. First, the defense was weakened by a few stellar powerhouses, and then the muse grabbed the main body in one fell swoop. The two experienced an indescribable fight in anti-space, but they were finally surrendered by the muse. Originally, the muse could have killed it, but I don't know what Lu Dao was for, and at the last moment, the muse stopped and gave it a choice.

Death, or surrender.

Pox, the former mechanical master, chose to surrender without hesitation. Although it has its own dignity, after a long time, it feels that life is more important. What's the point of sacrificing a little dignity for this? Anyway, who is not with whom? The muse seals it in his body with a powerful force, and from then on, it will also be a part of the muse's power. It's definitely humiliating, but it's acceptable for the Machine Master......

It would be better if it were to change the name......

After calming down, the Machine Master was still too bored, so he broke the silence again. "Muse, why are you here? If I'm not mistaken, this is Naraku, a pointless place. ”

"It's just meaningless to you." The muse replied, reverting to his cynical appearance. "But there's an old bastard who told me to come here to get something, and I owe him a favor, so I can't come."

"What is so important?"

"It's called the Spiral of Light." The muse said, reaching out and touching his pocket. "Huh? Where's my cigarette? ”

"Here." A robotic hand reached out from the wound and obediently handed a cigarette to the muse's mouth.

"Fire."

"Yes." The manipulator obediently lit a flame and lit a cigarette for the muse. (Don't ask the knife what kind of cigarette can be lit in the universe, the muse says that he can light it.) ）

Seeing the muse take a satisfied inhale, the Machine Master asked cautiously. "You mean, Spiral of Light? The Spiral of Light of the Boca? ”

"Of course, otherwise why do you think I'm coming? The Boca clan has too much heritage, and I'm worried that there are also little guys here who can't solve it, so it's better to do it yourself. ”

"Hey, hey." The Machine Master suddenly laughed, a little gloating. "You've come to the right place. If there's nothing wrong with my database, there's some really good stuff here......"

As he was speaking, the void suddenly exploded, and countless white lights appeared as if out of nothing, drawing countless trajectories out of thin air. After the staggering of the formation, a super-huge Void City was manifested little by little. The light in the Void City was infinite, and a few figures were slowly emerging.

"What are you proud of?" The muse suddenly grinned and spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth. "Anyway, it's not me who is cannon fodder......"

"Huh!?" The mechanical master's laughter came to an abrupt end. Some parts were ejected from the wound.

"You can't ...... like that"

In the void, the angry cry of the machine master sounded...... (To be continued......)