Although there is no emotion, although there is no consciousness, although it is only pure machine.

But Meler Hillaire still has an independent and autonomous personality.

Under the blindfold of Dream Technology, countless virtual screens turned into flickering images, and countless sirens kept echoing in the ears.

She switched between multiple perspectives in a row, not noticing any clues.

However, the built-in sensitive detection unit still buzzes like a bee.

The danger of not being able to see or even detect the clue is impossible to make it give up the set goal of strangling the remnants of the enemy.

With the long sword in hand, with the extreme and indomitable momentum, it turned into a match, and with the help of the acceleration of the thruster, it fell down with an extremely fast trajectory.

It doesn't take a second for the opponent's corpse to be separated.

The poor fellow who stood blankly in the open space was like a young beast that could not find its mother, wandering, hesitating, terrified, and pitiful.

Correct.

The other party seemed to realize it and raised his head.

The sword light like a match came down head-on.

Zheng !!

The weird scene kicked off.

He raised his hand and steadied the edge of the sword. The weapon had no substance, just a fluid of energy, but it made a clanging sound like jingo. A sword fell, but it was like crashing into an impregnable fortress, and the hand that only had a skeleton left, it didn't look tough, but he raised his hand, and with such an understatement, blocked the giant sword that came with a huge impact.

The two were deadlocked, and no one made any further moves.

One volleys into the air, the other rises from the ground.

There seemed to be only these two figures left in heaven and earth, and nothing else.

The corners of Melehilaire's eyes twitched twice, and she could clearly see that the hand holding the blade was not stationary, but shaking at a high speed at an extremely fast rate.

She didn't understand what the shaking meant, she just felt an indescribable weirdness.

In Ye Suqin's world.

There is no grass, no earth, no sky, and naturally there is no Melehilaire.

His world is made up of chaotic tides of energy, all kinds of energy converging into various bands of light, some red, some blue, some rose-purple, and some pink.

Each color, the thickness of each "ribbon" represents the energy tide of various situations.

Some are heat, some are life energy, some are wireless sound waves, some are cosmic rays or sunlight, and all kinds of energy rise and fall like tides. It all comes together into a moving and abstract scene.

It turns out that the function of the pale eye is to be able to see clearly those invisible energy forms that are imperceptible to the physical eye.

At this moment, the scorching band of light fell from the sky with an indomitable momentum, he raised his hand blankly, and caught it accurately, the band of light could not move forward aggressively.

In Ye Suqin's hands, the nature of this surging band of light changed, becoming extremely supple and smooth, with a feeling of physical and mental comfort.

When you get closer, you will find that the so-called silk belt is not silky, but is made up of countless fine silk threads, and there is a gap between the silk threads, and touching the silk threads will bring a trace of numb pain, but avoiding them will not hurt anything.

His hand flipped rapidly, stirring between the gaps and the voids, as if there was an invisible force, and those silk threads were also pulled and danced, and countless silk threads began to turn from the original satin shape into various colors of light flying in the sky.

The original thick and thick Pi Lian, which exuded a yellow substance, was completely messed up under Ye Suqin's play, scattering countless gorgeous silk threads, and the dignified yellow tone turned into gorgeous and colorful other colors.

Ye Suqin didn't know that under his unconscious control, the cross giant sword that originally condensed and disintegrated light actually fell apart in an instant, and the original single energy attribute turned into countless energies of other natures.

A large amount of heat, radiation, sound waves, and other forms of energy that are not visible are emitted from the surrounding area.

In an instant, the depleted lightsaber turned into a star.

Meler Hillaire looked at his empty hand in disbelief, the amount of calculations in his heart had exceeded the inherent threshold, and his brain was blank. The motherboard began to smoke, and the temperature rise caused by various garbled codes and overloads made her nervous for a while.

Fortunately, the central system cut off the analysis in time and pulled her confused autonomous personality back again.

The body seems to have regained control.

Every remaining fiber, every withered cell, every fragmented organ is cheering and throbbing. The body, which is delicate enough to control every fiber, seems to be back.

The body was empty and very hungry.

Now Ye Suqin feels that he can eat a whole cow.

But there was no food around.

Hunger made him want to go crazy.

The body conveys the hunger and thirst that makes people lose their consciousness all the time, like a fire burning on fire.

He opened his mouth.

Every cell, every cluster of nerves, and every muscle fiber instantly turned into countless gluttonous beasts.

They frantically suck up everything around them that can be seen or seen, even energy.

And the ubiquitous radiation has become his best food.

He stretched out his hand.

An invisible and substantial force instantly enveloped the metal ball around Melehilaire's body, squeaking, making a tooth-aching tearing sound, and I didn't see how it moved, the metal ball instantly became half smaller in size, and then suddenly burst open, countless nuclear fuel and radioactive materials overflowed, and the huge heat turned into a bomb, which exploded instantly with a bang.

Countless dust objects permeated a radius of several kilometers, and the internal radiation value reached a terrifying 2 million microtra, and the soldiers of the Northern Federation a few hundred meters away screamed, and the whole person rolled on the ground uncontrollably, and the entire exposed skin seemed to be splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, constantly emitting green smoke, gradually dissolving, and gradually corroding.

Nearly thirty-seven soldiers died instantly, and those who were farther away were not exempted, but the painful process was longer.

At this concentration, no living thing can survive, not even Melehilaire.

This place has become the center of the nuclear explosion, and countless radiation dust and scorching temperatures dominate it, but the small area where Ye Suqin is located has become the only pure land.

Every cell is frantically devouring the floating dust, every tissue fiber is expanding violently, and every piece of tissue fragment is constantly wriggling under the radiant light, as if it is about to get Christmas candy.

The body that was still dissolving suddenly stopped, and in an instant, at a speed several times faster than the previous dissolution, it frantically repaired the body full of holes.

Like plants, these little things can synthesize all the nutrients through sunlight and radiation, and then these nutrients are rapidly consumed, turning into one after another strong cells, with the nerve arc transmitting a large amount of data and instructions inside the body, these new cells are like a good student, following the instructions to go where they should go.

The stomach was reshaped, then the heart was repaired, then the pancreas, and the hollow body was once again filled with various organs, and the subcutaneous musculature was structured, this time in a very different distribution and density. The flesh-colored muscle fibers had a strong smell, as if a large amount of metal had been added to the meat, and each one had a luster that did not belong to the biological one.

The epidermis is the last to be repaired, smooth and new, and can be broken by blowing. With a slight press of your little finger, it seems to be able to create a pit.

But in fact, the seemingly new skin is hard enough to withstand a sharp dagger.

Ye Suqin's left eye opened, and the gorgeous and colorful world was once again displayed in front of him, the only thing he hesitated about was that his right eye was still a dark black hole.

There's something there, like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring all kinds of cells that are being called to by the body.

"Whew."

He let out a breath.

His eyes were on Meler Hillaire.

It's like a hunter looking at a prey that is constantly struggling in a trap.

He had no expression, no joy or sorrow, and he felt that his entire mental face was completely empty. Enter a mysterious state of mystery and mystery.

Black smoke overflows from under the surface tissues of the body, and it looks like it is nothing.

Somewhat similar to Harris's black sand, but different, the smoke was spiritual. Like the mist around the gods, or the flying ribbons.

The smoke spirals around the arm and stretches forward suddenly.

Three feet above the ground, it was like a swimming spirit snake, hissing——, as if it had found delicious food, and shot out like lightning.

Meler Hillaire's four huge wings instantly launched a particle propulsion in the opposite direction, and the whole person quickly broke away at a speed far exceeding Mach 4, and in an instant, it had already broken away for three or four hundred meters.

Click.

One of the wings, breaking without warning, fell and came into close contact with the rocky ground a hundred meters below, turning into countless fragmented parts.

The wisp of black smoke somehow reached the root of Melehilaire's connection to the wings, and it only circled around, and the special material, incomparably hard metal component was instantly annihilated.

Yes, not destruction, not twisting, but annihilation, complete disappearance.

The smoke was like a child with a full stomach, naughty hiccup, and after a few laps of his body fluttering in the air, he landed and re-entered Ye Suqin's body.

And, at this moment, Harris and Guise arrived in a hurry.

The consciousness in the chaos was turned on again.

Ye Suqin, whose eyes were confused and blank, was shocked, and the whole person came to his senses, looked at the piece in front of him, and was instantly at a loss.

"It's okay," Harris approached quickly, grabbed by Keith on the side.

"Don't get too close, make sure he's doing." Ji Si hurriedly spoke, no matter how he looked at it, Ye Suqin at this moment did not look like a normal state. The only explanation for Tong is that the internal hand of God went berserk out of control. This situation is not unprecedented, and it is often uncontrollable in people who are too dull or too intelligent.

Once the hand of God is manipulated in the body, when it reaches some kind of dead end, the consciousness of the god sleeping inside it will be revived.

At that time, only God really knows what will happen.

To be careful, it's better not to get close.

Harris nodded, taking in Guise's opinion.

Ye Suqin ignored the greetings of the two, raised his left hand, placed it under the field of vision, and kept staring at it, turning over and over for inspection.

But, nothing.

In the daze, although there was no real evidence, he could feel that this was not the first time that the power had been developed, but had been sleeping in his body, just revived.

I vaguely remember when, there was also a scene of the moment, but it was more explosive and turbulent.

And this time, it is rare to be able to rely on independent consciousness to manipulate, although it is still very naughty and not very obedient, but it can still be vaguely manipulated.

However, this feeling made Ye Suqin particularly absurd and weird.

[Power - chewing, swallowing, biting, devouring all calamities!] Gluttony. 】

Vaguely, some memory fragments were awakened out of thin air, and some fragments were vaguely pieced together, and soon disappeared without a trace.

He clenched his fist and tapped his skull hard.

"Get rid of it, stinky boy, how long will you be in a daze." The two looked at the inexplicable scene of the person under their feet strangely, and couldn't help but speak.

Ye Suqin suddenly came to his senses, and when he looked up, the two of them were standing in mid-air, looking at him with an inexplicable smile on their faces.

The horizon is a streamer.

Meler Hillaire has receded.

As an important weapon, self-preservation is the primary task.

Five black shadows escaped from all corners of Prius's headquarters, and disappeared into the surrounding wilderness like rats.

It was the Blessed Blessing of the Brand of the "Beast" that lurked in ambush in various hidden places.

The overwhelming combat power of the enemy on the opposite side, in the absence of the trump card of Mel Hillaire, there is no point in continuing to fight.

But there's no doubt that they won't give up Priss so easily.

There were also a large number of enemy fighters scattered around, although they were only some regular ordinary combat forces, but the ants mostly bit the elephants, with the help of various types of artillery, missiles, armored vehicles and tanks, as well as a tsunami of infantry. Although the nano holder is awesome, it is not awesome enough to be able to be a thousand.

If you're unlucky, an ordinary bullet with a tricky angle may be able to completely stop a high-level nano holder who costs millions or even tens of millions.

Harris doesn't care, though.

The three of them supported each other for a short break before returning to the search for Price. Ye Suqin's body was reshaped, although in the battle, the loss was the greatest, but it was nourished by battle, and it was completely replenished, but it was full of energy.

Keith did not participate in a major duel and was in good spirits. Only Harris shed his hideous black knight armor, looking tired.

He fought the three enemy brand bearers alone, and even came up with a killer weapon to watch the family's background. even manipulated the clone; Cooperate with Ye Suqin to fight Meler Hillaire from a long distance, and the fatigue can be imagined.

There is no one in the empty town, and the wide area is too vast for three people.

In the sun, the bones-laden Priss is also like a ghost.

In order to avoid sneak attackers, the three did not dare to separate, but gathered together, while carefully guarding, while searching for clues.

In the evening, there was an uproar outside the city, and three hundred servants were notified that they had arrived non-stop.

The lineup is strong and can only be described as luxurious.

I saw that outside the city, power mecha carried the arms and materials on the trucks back and forth, people set up improvised camps and fortifications, bipedal self-propelled artillery scattered in various vital parts, and the long barrels stared at the sky.

UAVs of various types are being urgently relocated, and several disc-shaped AWACS aircraft have also been lifted into the air.

The troops are methodically completing the pre-war movements, clear, definite, and precise, like the gears on a war machine, tightly biting and turning precisely.