The metal door slowly opened, and by the time the steward entered the room, a dozen high-rise people had gathered in the room.

After nodding to each other, one of them gently placed the wooden box he was holding in his arms on the table.

"Let's get started, we have to figure out the exact strength of the enemy!"

"Understood, start the B120."

As the words fell, the steward with two iron galls in his hand took out a few photos directly from his arms.

Five of them are humans, none other than members of the Terminator Squad.

The other two are a black stone bird pendant with a photo of a golden mobile phone.

After putting all the photos into the wooden box, the steward holding the wooden box slowly turned the rocker.

With a pleasant sound, a large amount of white mist erupted from the chest.

A moment later, five naked men, along with a stone bird and a golden mobile phone, appeared in front of everyone.

B120 Easter Chest.

B stands for the security series number, and 120 is the ranking.

The effect is to resurrect everything that has been destroyed through photographs.

It can be a person, an animal, a plant, or even a dead thing.

Once the resurrection is successful, the fragment of the resurrected person will disappear from its original location and a new object will emerge from the white mist.

As for the resurrection, it is necessary to provide a lot of energy to the chest.

It can be electricity, fire, or even nuclear energy.

The more items you resurrect, the stronger the resurrected items are, and the more energy they need to consume.

Looking at the five Terminator members who were still in a daze, one of the stewards spoke coldly.

"Report the situation! How did you die! ”

"Huh?!"

The big man who died first looked stunned when he heard this.

Until he was resurrected, he didn't figure out how he hung up.

Because this guy doesn't see anything at all.

The captain next to him was pale, pressed his temples, recalled the previous situation, and still had palpitations.

"I died from mental backlash, the target's mental power is extremely huge, and the strength does not match the scanning of the scanner, I seriously suspect that it is an extraordinary-level creature beyond the scope of the tenth-level scan!"

The three companions next to him nodded desperately when they heard this, and they also looked terrified.

"It's so fast! We simply can't capture it! It's even more powerless! Not even time to boot up the Deathbird and self-destruct the phone! ”

Listening to the additions of a few people, the stewards couldn't help but glance at each other.

One of them quickly jotted down the information in a notebook, then handed the pen and paper to the captain of the Terminator team.

Seeing this, the captain hurriedly took a pen and put it on the cardboard.

The next moment, the pen actually began to move wildly with his hand, and in less than three seconds, he had already drawn the appearance of a fat crow on the paper, and the shape was vivid.

B4451 Memory cardboard.

Anyone who holds a pen on a cardboard will draw a picture of the memory he has in mind at this time.

Even if you've forgotten the details, the cardboard can then use your memory to perfectly recreate everything you saw at the time.

Retracting the cardboard, the steward looked at the hairball on the board and frowned.

"The crow that is fat into a ball, the strength is likely to exceed level ten, he is good at speed, and his mental power is equally terrifying, so he is likely to be an alien visitor............ It's hard to deal with, what should I do? ”

"What else can I do, no matter what strength he has, I have to take him! Call the Hunting Squad to attack! ”

"Understood!"

At the sound of an order, the entire hidden base was completely mobilized.

At this time, the fat crow, who was staggering and flying in the sky, did not know that he had been targeted at this time.

Now he is hitchhiking on the back of a migratory bird.

When the bird under him is about to be unable to bear the pressure, he will move his ass to change his mount, and his attitude is called a leisurely one.

Observe the map on your paws, and look up at the scenery around you from time to time.

The fat crow still hasn't been able to figure out why such an inconspicuous little place has such a weird memory metal that even the Zerg have never seen.

Could it be that the saying that a phoenix comes out of a poor country is true?

But their blood crow clan was also very poor before they met His Majesty, why didn't they see a phoenix at that time?

Not to mention a phoenix, not even a mutated one.

The only white-haired crow was hatched from an egg picked up on the side of the road.

At that time, when they saw it different, the clansmen were overjoyed, thinking that the clan finally had a big guy.

As a result, I later found out that this thing was a dead chicken, also a first-order semi-undead, and it couldn't fly yet, and it was more wasteful than their blood crows.

Just when the fat crow shook his head and thought about how to say it when he went back to offer the treasure to His Majesty, so that it could seem that this thing was not easy to come by.

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in his ears.

The fat crow who heard the sound turned his head in confusion, only to find that with him as the center, the sky within a radius of 100 meters was actually full of cracks at some point.

Before the fat crow could react, the cracks collapsed on the spot.

Shattered along with it, everything in the area.

A flock of more than a dozen migratory birds, like a shattered photograph, scattered rapidly downwards in all directions.

And the body has obviously been broken into countless pieces, but there is no blood flowing out strangely.

It wasn't until the shards flew out of the eerie area that the shards, which still had intact facets, burst out with blood.

In the void, several figures emerged from it, looking at the corpse that fell down with expressionless faces, and then looked up at the space gap that was healing rapidly.

One of them spoke coldly.

"Are you sure the target is dead?"

"Nope."

As soon as the words fell, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

Hearing the movement, everyone hurriedly turned around, only to find that their hunting target was actually floating there motionless, and even tilting their heads to look at them.

"How could you!"

"Is it the spatial law that relies on shattering space to instantly cut the target? Hiss, no, more like an unstoppable law of cause and effect that mimics glass shattering and shattering everything in the locked area. ”

The fat crow didn't pay attention to the shock of a few people, but just kept probing his brain to observe the crowd and talk to himself.

Eventually, his two eyes quickly locked on the mirror that one of them was holding in his arms.

Looking at the uniquely shaped round mirror, I looked at the gap next to it, which was also circular and was being restored by the power of space.

The fat crow's pupils shrank and suddenly disappeared in place.

The next moment, the man holding the mirror only felt a lightness in his hand, and hurriedly looked down, only to find that the mirror in his arms had disappeared.

This scene made his face pale and he screamed in an instant.

"Oh no! It snatched the space mirror! ”

It wasn't until the man's voice sounded that several other companions next to him suddenly noticed the situation.

Some people hurriedly searched around, while others instinctively protected the items they were carrying.

Just as they were panicking, the fat crow, who had returned to the same place in an instant, was grabbing the mirror with his paws to look at it carefully.

Looking at the transparent glass in front of him, the fat crow tried to peck the mirror with his beak.

The next moment, a crisp cracking sound sounded.

When the people on the other side heard this voice, they were like ghosts, and they frantically dodged to both sides.

And in front of the fat crow, the area that was reflected in the mirror was also full of cracks at this moment, and shattered in the next second.

Looking at the huge circular gap that appeared in front of him, and looking at the smooth space walls around the gap.

Even if he was a median god, the fat crow was still taken aback.

can cut through the spatial barrier so easily, which even a fat crow can't do.

If you want to do it with the power of the middle god, unless you are a god who specializes in space power!

With a stunned face, he looked down at the mirror in his arms, and then looked up at the gap that was constantly healing itself by the power of space.

The fat crow only felt that his head was a little down.

A broken glass mirror actually has the power comparable to that of a mid-level space god?!

What the hell is this planet!!