Above the battlefield, jagged decaying tunnels began to close.

It did not open or collapse in an instant, like the gate of the Spirit Clan's network, but gradually twisted and wriggled in the middle, like the mouthparts of a living creature, but it was indeed visibly shrinking, and energy and matter gradually disappeared out of thin air instead of transforming.

Even an ordinary mortal soldier on the battlefield could see from this scene that if it dragged on for a while, the network itself would turn into a complete nothingness like the vacuum created by the skeleton iron man.

Azrael, the leader of the Dark Angel War, was also aware of this, and after Qin Mo had chosen the person who would accompany him into the network just now, Ryan had also received an extremely frank notice from Qin Mo.

The orders from the Father of Genes are even purer and harsher: do everything you can to open a path to the network.

Azrael himself was at the forefront of the battle, sometimes slashing at all kinds of enemies he encountered, sometimes raising his gun and raining bombs at everything in front of him, he didn't need to order anything to his own people, just through his hard work on the battlefield, all the members of the Dark Angel Warband realized what they had to do.

In the midst of such a battle, a demonic engine suddenly struck in front of Azrael.

The Supreme Mentor reacted extremely quickly, and in less than a blink of an eye, he was able to turn around, draw his gun, aim, and fire.

But when he pulled the trigger, the blaster in his hand, known as the Lion's Fury, made a crisp mechanical sound, and then it sank like a stone into the sea, with no follow-up.

It's stuck.

As those three words came to his mind, a drop of sweat slid down the back of Azrael's neck and was collected by the armor on his body.

Azrael still looked composed, his face as strong as steel and as calm as a boulder under his helmet, but his other face inside had begun to growl.

"Stuck at this time? Damn the broken ......," Azrael almost cursed angrily, and in the middle of his words, he suddenly remembered that the lion's wrath in his hand was a sacred object of the warband, so he immediately put away his gun and raised his sword to meet the enemy, "Damn demon! For the Lord of Caliban! For the emperor! ”

As soon as the roar fell, a bolt of lightning roared through Azrael's body, splitting the demon engine in front of him into powder, but he himself was unscathed.

Qin Mo fell to Azrael's side, and the lightning on the chainsaw sword turned into scattered electric light, and he said at the same time, "It's time for you to retreat." ”

Recalling the Lion King's command, Azrael looked ahead.

It's dangerous to have allies in this area get too far ahead, but it's not for nothing, because the sudden arrival of the Iron Men makes it possible to move quickly to the point where the network is located.

Azrael was silent for a moment, then asked, "It seems that the Dark Angels are just following those iron men like they are making a fuss, and it is the reinforcements of unknown origin who are really sending you to the network." ”

This sentence sounded like an elaboration to Qin Mo, but Azrael had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he had richer and deeper personal emotions under his cold and serious appearance.

Qin Mo immediately felt that Azrael wanted to enter the network in one piece, or that there was something else behind what he said, or it was just a complaint, anyway, secrecy and secrecy were what the Dark Angel was good at, and he could have guessed.

Qin Mo was so anxious that he didn't want to ask deeply, so he just replied: "Iron men are not strong enough to make your existence like an embellishment, and they are not so omnipotent. ”

With that, Qin Mo quickly took a few steps back, hammered his chest twice, and jumped forward reflexively.

The network that was slowly closing was only the size of a residential entrance door, and it was still rapidly shrinking after the appearance of the first Iron Man who had killed the nearest, but it seemed that there was a problem with its own structure, or perhaps some other reason that made the real cosmic creatures difficult to find, the network door suddenly seemed to lose control, sometimes enlarged and sometimes narrowed.

In Qin Mo and Kiliman's intuitive feelings, the size of the network entrance had been constantly changing, and they couldn't even tell whether the thing was big or small in the last second, but when they gradually advanced farther on the blood path that they had opened up with the iron man, and the moment they approached the network entrance, the network was enough for all of them and the Spirit Race Titan piloted by Thrall to enter directly.

Then the entrance to the network showed signs of abnormality as before, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, and finally disappeared into the battlefield as if it had completely collapsed, leaving only a jagged "void" that was slowly compressed and filled by the unclear material or psionic environment on the battlefield.

Ryan, who saw this scene in the fleet, smiled with satisfaction.

Birac, who was also concerned about the situation on the battlefield, let out a roar of rage, and smashed the demon in front of him who knelt on the ground and fused with the machine to draw images of the battlefield in the air.

As Birac gritted his teeth and breathed rapidly as he looked at the wreckage on the ground, Vashtor had returned from where the Discord Engine was to the two of them's "Headquarters"-like network structure.

Looking at Birak's angry figure, Vashtor was unwavering, but considering that the other party was a relatively important ally, and there were many entanglements with it, it was relatively worth appeasing and investing, so he decided to appease it.

"You've got your considerations, haven't you?"

Just as Vashtor was about to speak, an angry Birac turned his head and glared at Vashtor and blurted out a question.

This doubt was the only thing that caught Vashtor off guard in this war, for he had expected that if he could not be appeased by himself, this Birak would part ways with him and leave with his army of demons.

But Birak showed understanding first...... Beneath that furious exterior, there is a sense of understanding on the level of communication.

"Yes." Vashtor nodded, "Although I originally wanted to tell you that the reason why the entrance and exit of the network was not closed in time was because it was abnormal, but ...... I did have my own considerations, and I had a good plan when I was operating the engine just now, so I didn't shut it down completely. ”

Bilak was still furious, and he wanted to rebuke Vashtor and tell him the consequences of letting those people in, but it also occurred to him that Vashtor could not fail to consider this.

In the end, Birac could only gradually calm down and directly ask Vashtor: "Do you have a complete plan?" Is everything that has happened so far done one step at a time, or is everything going according to your plan? ”

"In the presence of someone who can't detect or observe the future, I can't be sure that every step is in my plan." Vashtor shook his head very frankly, "But no matter who you do, no matter what you do, there is no absolute wish, you should know very well." ”

Birac nodded.

"Do me a favor, I need more demons." Vashtor said.

"If I do all this for you, you'll keep your promise, won't you?" Birac asked.

Vashtor took out a contract in his hand: "We signed the contract, why do you have this question?" Even if the warlords have lost everything in this war, I will honor them with sufficient weapons and equipment as promised, and I will honor my promises, and it is none of my business whether they can enjoy my terms and conditions. ”

Birac's response was still a nod.

He was also well aware that Vashtor valued contracts for some particular reason.

Relatively.

(End of chapter)