Mosilaire tried to strike several large, easy-to-aim mechanical centipedes with his charged rifles, and a few dazzling charged bullets quickly pierced through the thick black gas and hit the target's shell with precision, exploding brilliant sparks of high-temperature charge on their dark alloy shells—but they were all different and efficient and only quietly crawling on the damp dirt—stubbornly like some black iron sculpture with a thick and rugged ancient industrial style in the fleeting glow of green charges.

Still skeptical, Mosilaire aimed his charged rifle at other mechanical bodies - but whether it was the majestic mechanical mantis of the past or the mechanical silent mantis that liked to hide in the shadows and cold the sloppy ones, they were still motionless in the dark when they were hit by powerful charged bullets, and they were one of the sad burial objects of this ancient mechanical cemetery, just like the bloated mechanical centipedes.

After waiting in the darkness and silence for a long time, Mosilaire greeted his companion behind him, and then carefully stepped into the mechanical burial ground made up of various fragments of waste with his charged rifle.

No matter how worried and frightened Mosilaire was, these tall machines, which had decayed and dulled under the long-term damp air, were just staring at the two uninvited intruders with a cold gaze under the light of Little Red Riding Hood's flickering tactical flashlight—as if they were really just statues placed here by mischievous artists to scare visitors—but was it possible?

With the charged rifle behind her, Mosilaire stood in front of a mechanical centipede corpse and tried to climb onto it - the dead mechs were barely showing any suspicious signs of lethal blows, and perhaps she could see more useful things from above.

It's just that the large, multi-layered ring-like structure of the large creature is really inconvenient to climb - especially since its already smooth metal shell has a more lubricated layer of water condensation, making Mosilaire feel like a guinea pig stepping on butter when trying to climb it with his bare hands.

In the end, Moschelaire staggered and struggled to climb up by stepping on the shoulders of a mechanical mantis towering in the soil - I guess the completely finished mechanical mantis would not care about adding a few more black footprints to its rusty shoulders, oh, if it really cared like that, Miss Mosilele would have sincerely apologized for Mr. Mechaelan - she promised not to use a charged rifle, she promised.

Even Mosilaire, who was lying on top of the mechanical centipede, had not been able to find any more valuable clues - there were no obvious wounds or signs of damage on the mechanical bodies scattered around the ship's fragments, as if they had been destroyed from the inside by some extremely powerful non-nuclear electromagnetic pulse - she didn't know very well, but if she had the opportunity later, she might have brought a few smaller ones back for study and dissection.

Regardless, the only piece of machinery still in the pit seemed to be the fragment of the ship that lay in the dim mist.

Mosilaire greeted his companion, and the two cautious ladies ignored the mechanical bodies for a moment, and walked directly past the delicate crafts that stood quietly in the mist.

As she got closer, Mosilaire quickly realized that it was a fragment of a psionic spaceship that could continuously project powerful psychic whispers into the surrounding area—something she should have thought of—and she hated this disgusting thing because Mosilair always remembered bad memories from it.

Mosilaire hesitated for a moment as he walked up to the large shard, then reached out and fumbled around the uneven metal shell a few times, but opened the control panel on the ship's fragments with great precision—perhaps these old-fashioned mechanical heads really didn't understand what flexibility was, so they would have used the template for building a psychic ship for hundreds of years without change.

There was a crisp "click", and the thin protective plate covered by the control panel quickly shrank to the side, and the display screen, which was still well preserved, slowly lit up.

The control terminal boots up a little slowly due to the low voltage, and sometimes makes a screeching disk jam sound - but at least the symmetrical black and white three-petal flower logo that keeps circling around the screen is something that Mosilereil likes - simple and powerful, and has a unique elegant aesthetic.

It didn't take long for the particular logo to fade away, and soon a long list of complex codes and characters flashed on the yellowed screen — a somewhat dazzling Moschelaire assured that no one could read the jumble, irregular, and sequential strings — because the dashboard was never meant for humans.

Or rather, after "it" cleansed its own Creator, it ceased to be.

Mosilaire activated the charged rifle's on-board AI, and with the help of its built-in 12 million camouflage numbers, wirelessly connected to the wreckage that had completely lost contact with the mothership and the legion - it was not for her to try to completely seize control of the ship's debris - which would be too difficult and too cumbersome.

She only needs to move her hands and feet lightly to completely solve this annoying hidden danger.

"My dear," Mosilaire, who was holding the charged rifle, suddenly turned his head and stared at his companion with burning eyes, "and when I say run, you will rush to the ground along the pit without looking back, can you?" ”

Turning around, she ripped off two more wires from the control panel, reached out and operated on the holographic interactive screen of the charged rifle a few times, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I'll be behind you—firmly." ”

Mosileelle's originally pale round face, which was intently staring at the holographic interactive screen of the charged rifle, was healthy and soft due to the gentle yellow light of the control panel - but the speed of her finger gesture was so fast that Little Red Riding Hood couldn't see Mosilere's movements.

But she had no reason to turn down her companions—even if she didn't know what Mosilaire was trying to do.

"Oooo Without warning, Mosilaire grabbed her hand and dragged her down the narrow alley behind her, almost carrying her not-so-tightly tied psychic helmet to the ground - and there seemed to be a playful smirk on this guy's face that only makes it possible to do something bad!

The display screen, which had been running smoothly in the dark, suddenly began to flicker wildly with the departure of the two young ladies, and the frequency of flickering became faster and faster, more and more urgent, making it inevitable to think of it as a cyber-style bomb that had begun to do the final countdown!

And at the bottom of the rapidly beating irregular garbled characters, a few characters that ordinary people can understand:

Disk data transfer//

Illegal behavior detected

UNREGISTERED USER DETECTED - MOOSLAR -

Illegal code detected: (AcmaiPOSL@1)

Illegal encoding detected: (AcmaiPOSL@2)

Illegal code detected: (AcmaiPOSL@3)

Illegal code detected: (AcmaiPOSL@4)

Illegal information downloads detected

Protocol 3 is launched

The psychic emitter, designated Setcreasea purpurea Boom-acou-7bc3, is to be loaded with a self-destruct procedure.

If you wish to discontinue this procedure, please enter your unique security key within 90s or contact Purple Leaf Technology Co., Ltd. promptly for possible technical support.

If you have any questions, please visit the official website of Purple Leaf Technology Co., Ltd.

For the products of the Setcreasea purpurea Boom-acou series, all rights are reserved by Purple Leaf Technology Co., Ltd.

Finally, I wish you a pleasant use.

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"Click-"

The control panel's disk made a final crunch, and an illegally carved applet mixed in with a self-destructing executor was launched—it had no real effect, other than a round, large smiley face on the display that was about to burn in the heat wave and explosion—and the lines of the smile were crooked, as if drawn by some cute guy with his fingers.

"Rumble—"

The sound that came from the deep pit tunnel sounded at first a long, low, sounding horn that sounded like a breathless one, or as if it were just a shallow wave carrying the smell of the sea—but the endless flames and explosions soon expanded through the narrow crater into a devastating shockwave—and these rampage waves of flames spread out towards the opening of the cavern at a terrible speed, burning all the underground creatures that dared to expose the air in their path into light ashes!

The huge energy that had been accumulated for a hundred years in darkness and dampness pushed the heated air in the confined space fiercely, turning these gentle and gentle gases into terrifying killers!

They roared and galloped like crazy, and the deafening sound and the flame flow of the five lights alone were enough to intimidate the hearts of all things in the world and seize the light of the nine thunders!

"What the hell did you do...... What......" Little Red Riding Hood, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was already a little out of breath after running in the dark for a few minutes - perhaps she should really pick a bright weather to exercise her weak body.

"Uhh......h Two fragrant, lovely suckling pigs—I think I'd be more than happy to explain to you...... As for now, for now, just keep your head down and run! ”

Little Red Riding Hood straightened the helmet on her head with her hands free—she hadn't thought that Mosilaire would be able to make jokes in her current situation—Miss Mosilaire was a love-hate fellow!

Thankfully, they didn't really make a crispy roast pig - Mosilaire and Little Red Riding Hood managed to make their way out of the pit in the middle of the tunnel before the scorching waves of air touched the two fools' hair.

There may be some interesting secrets hidden down there, but apparently they weren't worth pondering anymore—all the ancient secrets had been reduced to a puddle of molten metal and debris by Mosilare's hasty decisions influenced by psychic whispers.

And almost at the moment when the agile figures of the two young ladies jumped out of the tunnel, the overwhelming heat burst out of the narrow pit that oppressed it with a deafening loud noise, and the flames and waves of high temperature that rose into the sky violently tore a hole in the darkness that had ruled this place for endless years, twisting their huge bodies and rolling greedily down the passage towards the ceiling farther away, burning all the metal of the land they arrived at into a blazing dazzling red with endless force, lighting up all the surrounding areas! Even the air in the vicinity began to twist and heat like boiling water—it seemed that their long run was far from over—unless two ladies who were resting on the ground wanted to change from roast suckling pig to steamed suckling pig.