At some point, the door of the room had begun to close slowly, and from the ordinary white flash to the yellow dazzling strobe, Locke Dorjee was nervously operating the kernel in the corridor, and finally connected with the nerve rocker in Daigo's head, turning the emergency alarm into a normal state of help, so that the door that was desperately flashing red finally quieted down and stopped thirty centimeters away from the wall. You know, the high-density metal door with a thickness of 20 centimeters is not easy to destroy, and if a few people are locked in a small room, it is really a nest.

The god machine that fell to the ground at the beginning had stopped wailing and rolling, staring at the white projectile-like eyes and no longer moving, and there was a fiery red bullet embedded in his head, which was the handiwork of the red thorn. But before that, the four bullets that hit that god machine didn't make any difference, and it didn't even increase his pain, these god machines really didn't feel pain, but I don't know why tearing their masks can cause so much pain.

The black forehead was the first to end the battle, his big wolf claw unceremoniously grabbed the opponent's head, twisted it slightly at a strange angle, and it was done, and the metal hammer that was unloaded by the other wolf claw also knocked to the ground with a crisp sound, which made the god machine who was hedging against Fei Jiama slightly distracted, so the fat man rolled on his side with a side roll that did not match his size, and cut the red purgatory across the satin robe of the god machine.

The pungent smell instantly emanated, and no matter how advanced nanotechnology was, it couldn't stop the heat of the boiling metal, and the robe was burned into two pieces along with the body of the god machine, and as always, not a drop of blood flew up, and the gray powder drifted in the steaming white mist, making half of the walls of the room look like they had been smoked, turning gray and black.

The fat man raised his head that was also sprayed with ash, the yellow curly hair was scorched a lot, he couldn't believe that he really cut a magic machine, it was the same kind of war ashes, he really won, looking at the two scorched limbs on the ground, Fei Jiama began to feel the desire to vomit, this was the first time he killed someone with his own hands.

Leon was still struggling to resist the peculiar scimitar, and once his opponent mastered the law of his stabbing blow, he suddenly gained the upper hand again, and Leon remembered Utshara's words while blocking left and right in embarrassment: You must choose a weapon form and fully practice your martial arts, otherwise, you will ......

With a hissing sound, Leon's colored leather coat was cut in a long way, and he was able to pass the vital parts, but he still couldn't dodge the blade, and this was already the third opening in his body.

Standing at the door, Locke Duoji raised the red black thorn and wanted to shoot the god machine on the side, he was sure to hit the back of the guy's head, but he was stopped by the black forehead raising his hand,

"Help him," the black forehead pointed to the oolong in the corner. Daigo still has one last ring on his body, carefully cutting the already tired oolong sweating profusely.

Locke Dorge somewhat understood what Black Forehead meant, and if he fired this shot, Leon would lose a good chance to discover his best weapon.

There are four more tears in Leon's clothes, although he didn't hurt the flesh and skin, and even the green purification suit he was wearing inside was not torn, but the danger was already imaginable, but the black forehead still didn't move, and he knew very well what Leon needed at the moment. It seems that he was infected by the calm bearing of the black forehead, and Leon slowly stabilized.

His phantom in the wind is no longer in endless changes, but takes on the most primitive spike state, which is the fusion weapon that most skeletal intensifiers will choose, the simplest form, but also the most direct means of attack—dash.

The angle of the scimitar is still tricky, the other party is a master of using a knife, if he has the strength of an oolong, or a strange large weapon like a black forehead, the winner or loser will definitely be known at this moment, but he uses a highly skilled scimitar, light and changeable, and can restrain almost all the weapons that Leon can imagine, it is like a sparring partner sent to feed Leon in the dark.

But there is no leisure to practice now, Leon is in a hurry to end the battle, and he must win as soon as possible.

Leon, whose weapon had stabilized, had more room to think in his brain, and he suddenly remembered his conversation with the circular fortress in the illusion, and his most powerful weapon was not metal, but ...... Black Mist!

The spike in his right hand is opening the scimitar at the moment, Leon's left palm has already stimulated a black mist, and the black little thing that has become stronger in his body rushed out happily, wrapped in an extremely thin piece of metal that was constantly extending, and waved it towards the other party's face, he has been using only the weapon with his right hand, originally wanted to leave the left hand by surprise, but at this moment it was better to play a better time, the magic machine was obviously stunned when he saw the black fog, but he didn't dodge, he turned his head sideways to meet it, and wiped the scimitar towards Leon's left ribs.

Leon didn't understand why his opponent didn't dodge or block at all, and he also sent his face over, and then the extremely sharp metal blade wrapped in the black mist slashed the mask of the god machine, and threw half of his face out of the door.

Leon's left rib was also deeply slashed at the same time, and the cold frost metal slowly penetrated the numb cold feeling from the wound into his body, and he angrily kicked away the faceless magic machine that was still stiff in front of him,

"Damn!, why didn't he block it!" he scolded, and his body went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

Before he fell unconscious, he saw Locke Dorjee take out the pit and skillfully pull it into a long strip......

......

......

"God, what's that?" Leon heard a childish voice, and saw his little finger pointing at the long car flashing in the distance, and he realized that the question was his own,

"That's the train," said another voice, equally immature and enthusiastic, "Ang, will we take the train together when we grow up?"

"Okay, together" The two little hands pulled together, and Leon turned his head to look at the pink little face, feeling very happy......

"Hey, open your eyes when you wake up, don't scare me"

Leon opened his eyelids with difficulty, and saw Locke Dorjee's face, the car flashing in the dream just now turned out to be just the string of blue lights above his head, he remembered that he was injured, this feeling of sleepiness was not unfamiliar to him, it was caused by excessive blood loss.

Seeing Leon open his eyes, Locke Dorge seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then laughed evilly, and said, "This time the kernel embroidered two peonies for you."

"I'm grass!" Leon rolled his eyes, eager to faint again.

After moving slightly, he found that there was still a person lying next to him, lying on the magnetic levitation board with him, it was Daigo who was still unconscious.

"What's going on now?" Leon didn't know how long he had fainted, his body was still in a stiff state after the operation, and he could only see the light at the top of the corridor, so he couldn't even be sure where he was at the moment.

"The alarm in Daigo's room is bound to attract more magic machines, so we can only quickly move towards the next pyramid. However, the kernel has successfully connected to his nerve rocker, and has entered the main program here through Daigo, and now the structure of this underwater pyramid is completely here" Locke Dorjee pointed to his head triumphantly, "Guess how many there are?"

"Don't be verbose, say it quickly!" Leon couldn't stand this habit of Locke Dorge the most, and always sold off at critical moments,

"There are nine!" Lockdorge's voice trembled with excitement, "Can you imagine how big a project this is! I don't know how many years it took to build it to this scale."

"I don't know how many lives of the Wu people have been consumed" Oolong's voice sounded coldly on the side, he was obviously a little dissatisfied with Locke Dorjee's excitement.

Leon winked at Lockdorge, signaling him to adjust his nerdy state, but heard Blackforehead say:

"Arrived"

Leon moved his limbs, resisted the slightest pain in his abdomen, and barely lifted his shoulders to see another door.

This door was obviously chosen by Locke Dorge, and those maps in his mind made Rollo the guide he wanted, and it was up to everyone's luck to choose the right one. However, this door seems to have been chosen well, and it seems to be in line with their goals.

It was carved with all kinds of strange and vivid mutant beasts.