Walking into the corridor, there were no longer human bodies in the densely arranged cultivation tanks on both sides, and everyone suddenly felt a little relaxed, not a few hundred meters long, even if they were talking about other topics, they still couldn't help but feel a lot of pressure.

The dead faces with frozen expressions are always reminding everyone that is the past they are about to cut off, or the future they have to accept?

The promenade, which had been dim a moment a moment, was lit up one by one like an underwater passage, but now this blue light had disgusted Leon deeply, it was cold and full of life, perhaps, the blue that represented the wind was the color of death. And he already had a faint sense that the lights did not turn on automatically, but as if the owner of the place was guiding them to a final goal.

So what could it be?

"Daigo!" a small exclamation interrupted Leon's train of thought, and Oolong was already lying on a door on the right side, peering into the room through a small gap.

Everyone leaned over and stared at the slit.

The door, a horizontal sliding door familiar to Lyon, is made of silver metal, smooth and delicate to the touch, without a trace of cohesion, but in the middle there is a slit twenty centimeters long and only one centimeter wide, the edges are neat and soft, and the milky white light shines through the gap, which is a few points brighter than the blue light in the corridor.

Leon leaned his eyes over, and through the gap, he saw the back of a man, sharp and slender, with long white unkempt hair, but Leon was not familiar with Daigo, and it was really difficult to identify who he was by his back alone,

"Are you sure?" Leon asked in a deep voice, as Daigo had only been out of sight for a few hours before he was covered in gray hair, which made it difficult for Leon to accept for a while.

"It's definitely him! Look at the circle pattern on the back, or the ...... I drew" Oolong's voice trembled slightly, and he couldn't control his sadness, after all, he was a high-spirited teenager, how to face the death of his former companion, in fact, he was not mentally prepared at all.

"What the hell is he doing? Is he studying something?" Locke Dorjee also squeezed over, only to see Daigo with his head down, the frequency and amplitude of his shoulder shaking were very strange, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was operating something similar to a miniature brain brain, he tried to send out a brainwave connection, but Daigo did not respond, "It's a pity that I can't see his front, even the side" Locke Dorjee sighed.

Leon silently brushed away Lockdorge, put his fist in front of the slit, and a thin metal ten centimeters wide began to extend into the room, and when it extended to the side of Daigo, the piece of metal began to gently flip into a ninety-degree façade, and then became brighter and brighter, and fine beads of sweat oozed from Leon's head, which was simply a precision operation of macro operation, and it was necessary to increase the metal density at the top, so that it became as smooth as a mirror and could reflect light.

The slender mirror that was two meters long was finally completed, and in the slightly shaking mirror, Leon saw Daigo's side face, the young man's thin white skin was a little gray, fortunately, he did not completely turn into the dead man's complexion of war ashes, but his expression was hideous, his eyes were huge, and the white eyeballs were almost out of his sockets, and he was no longer the young man with a warm temperament.

As the lens turned slightly to the right, he could see a diamond-shaped hole in his forehead, the size of a thumb, I don't know what was embedded in the hole, it was shining one after another, like a pulse, like a contact signal, and in Leon's eyes, it was more like a talisman.

The lenses followed Daigo's gaze downward, and Leon finally saw that Daigo's hand was inserted in a piece of silver-white metal, the shape of the metal changed with his hand, and echoed the diamond-shaped light above Daigo's head, Leon really couldn't see it, he waved his hand and called Locke Dorjee.

"Damn" After a while, Locke Dorjee, who rarely swears, actually scolded, he raised his head, and his face flushed with a classic flush,

"The thing embedded in the door of the brain is called the nerve rocker, and he operates a simple body of the kernel in his hand, but it is also very powerful, and some people are using their brains to analyze huge amounts of data at high speed, giving orders from the nerve rocker, and also extracting analysis results from the nerve rocker, so to speak, that thing turns them into machines......"

"What is Gael's patent again?" Leon looked playfully at Locke Dorge's flushed face,

"No. 6005, but it was not auctioned, but because it was not approved by the biological committee, it was shelved in the technology library of the Apple Building," Locke replied fluently, and of course the data was recorded in his mind, and each item had detailed information.

"Since it's shelved, how can it appear here!" asked the oolong next to him, although he didn't see the scene in the mirror, but through their conversation, he also roughly understood Daigo's current situation, just think about it in the past few hours, it will make the black hair turn snow-white, I'm afraid this so-called nerve rocker, will soon squeeze all of Daigo's energy dry,

"Lolita's determination to destroy me is really great," Locke Dorjee laughed self-deprecatingly, more ugly than crying, "I'm afraid she used the nerve rocker to exchange my life with the ashes! Even the simple version of the kernel was given to the ashes, although that thing is the peel, but if thousands of people operate it at the same time, it will be like the largest silver ball."

"Oh? doesn't that mean that the use of this technique is a recent thing?" Leon slowly withdrew his slender lens, pondering the hidden information behind the time point, suddenly, his hand froze, the lens was actually caught by a force, and when he looked intently, he found that it was Daigo who was clinging to his phantom in the wind,

"Save me......" Daigo let out a faint brain wave, and then let go of the hand that was cut by force, and the whole body fell down with a bang, disappearing into the narrow line of sight, and then a dull roar came from the room,

"Daigo! Daigo!" Oolong shouted loudly into the gap, but was struck in the face by Leon's retreating phantom in the wind, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down, I don't know if it was Daigo's or Oolong's,

"Calm down, aren't you the boss of the Oolong Gang, that's like a big brother!" Leon unceremoniously covered Oolong's mouth tightly and said, "Now I let go, if you shout again, I'll knock you out at the first time, understand?"

Oolong was already holding back tears, but he nodded slightly.

"Here," the black forehead whispered, pointing to the other end of the corridor, and at the same time, the door of the room where Daigo was located also began to glow with a flickering light, like a striking lighthouse in a blue corridor.

A few people ran a few steps along the corridor, returned to the cultivation area, and hid behind those transparent cultivation troughs, Leon looked at the black forehead, and after a while, the brainwave of the black forehead came,

"Four, Divine Machine"

Leon leaned against the cold cultivation tank, Leon looked at Locke Dorjee on the right, and Fei Jiama, whose body was slightly warmed, and then looked at the black forehead next to him on the left, and the dejected Oolong,

"Fuck it!" he whispered.

Leon thought about it, the chance to play five against four is rare, and rescuing Daigo at this moment is the only chance. He immediately passed this decision to Locke Dorge and Black Forehead, and both of them did not hesitate, Black Forehead quickly lowered his body and adjusted his biological eye to the maximum distance, while Locke Dorjee connected the brain and the fruit core to monitor the surrounding changes. Two minutes later, another brain wave came from the black forehead,

"Now".

Leon has already communicated with Oolong and Fei Jiama in these two minutes, everyone has a clear division of labor, after getting the information of the black forehead, Leon waved his hand, and the four people rushed to the corridor with all their strength, and the four divine machines had just all entered Daigo's room, and they rushed all the way through without any obstruction.

Leon was the first to swing out the phantom in the wind, and a divine machine that had just poked its head out to watch the situation was suddenly cut off half of its skull by his long chain, and with a wail, a white thing flew into the air, and a gray liquid splattered out and sprinkled all over the wall,

"Damn!" Leon found that he had knocked out only the tall hat of the gods, but the smile masks of the gods also seemed to rely on biological nerve connections, so the forcible peeling off also made the guy suffer a lot.

A face full of gray liquid struggled in pain, he couldn't help but cover his face with a soft palm with artificial skin, and then let out an even louder howl, but the sound came from deep in his throat, it felt like a dumb Zhiwu, he finally fell to the ground and began to roll, which made several people a little baffled, but there were still three magic machines in the room to solve, and they didn't care about delving into the strange situation of that magic machine.

Daigo had just been fixed to a magnetic hoverboard and had been kicked into the corner, his forehead still shining, and the simple fruit peel in his hand had rolled to the ground, which was covered in his blood.

The pitch of battle has finally begun.

The weapons of the gods are different, it is believed that it is their equipment before their death, one of them turned out to be high-boiling metal, and the blood-red long thorns pushed against Fei Jiama's red purgatory, and the two red weapons suddenly raised the temperature around them, and bursts of rising mist appeared from the stingers.

Leon was facing a scimitar, and the strange swing angle made him a little scrambled for a while, but the phantom in the wind quickly changed from a long chain to a high-density stick with barbs, restraining the lightness of the scimitar, which made the other party let out a puzzled snort, and also made Leon once again sure that these magic machines had lost the ability to speak, and their way of communication should only be brain waves.

The huge wolf claws of the black forehead fought against the metal hammer of another divine machine, and his biological eyes easily caught the weakness of the opponent, and after a few claws, the ash liquid that had already grabbed the opponent's arm was splashed, and the blood of these divine machines was gray, the same as those war ashes covered in iron rhino skin.

Oolong is already trying his best to untie Daigo, those metal clasps used to fix limbs are extremely strong, and without the unique codes of the gods, they can't be automatically loosened at all, Oolong can only use his black breath power to corrode the solid metal little by little, and progress is slow.