The golden sea seemed to have been suddenly thrown into a large number of stones, and some gray hard objects suddenly poured out from behind the six people, slamming into the surging golden waves.

Leon only felt the pressure around him lessen, and the dizzy golden scythes that had been piled up a moment ago suddenly disappeared a lot, and then he saw a spike that stabbed through a mechanical body in front of him with ease, and lifted the slender body into the air.

"How could it be ......" Leon's brain was shocked, surprised, although the chains were still dancing wildly in his hands, but his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the owner of the spike, it was a war ash.

"Aang, what's going on?" Figama's voice came from behind him, and then a hot solid meat pad leaned behind Leon, and the hot Leon couldn't help grinning,

"I don't know! How did the ashes of war appear here? Do you see a lot of them?" Leon said to Figama as he raised his hand and flew a mechanical body, but he really felt that maybe next time he wouldn't have the strength to retract the chains. He was so tired.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, the Ashes of War clearly had the upper hand, and the mechanical bodies around the six of them finally fell.

Thousands of war ashes swept past the six men, as if they didn't exist, and rushed towards the automaton legion without squinting. The golden sea was washed by the gray torrent, and gradually retreated, frozen a hundred meters away from them.

The six people collapsed on a golden corpse, and even the black forehead was breathing in the air filled with the smell of gunsmoke, and the high-intensity battle almost tore their strong lungs,

"Whew...... What's going on? How can there be war ashes...... It seems to be helping us...... Wheering ......" Locke Dorge couldn't help but question, his range of movements was the smallest, and his physical exertion was the smallest.

"Are you hungry?" Leon relieved himself, but asked Fei Jiama this strange question, the fat man looked up at him with a depressed expression, and nodded extremely aggrievedly, Leon looked at it, took a deep breath, and said: "It's not an illusion, but we're still ** controlling, fucking ......"

After speaking, he closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes violently, and the phantom in the wind popped out a sharp blade, and the speed quickly divided a mechanical body beside him, but he cut it extremely carefully, completely dividing the already broken mechanical body into pieces, and everyone looked at him with more and more strange eyes, this guy is crazy.

As if understanding the minds of several people, Leon began to say his analysis while cutting,

"Black Forehead was the first to see them, right? That means these things have biological reactions, not complete machinery, and then ......" Leon suddenly stopped moving, the mechanical body in front of him had been cut, except for a whole slender body, which was divided into pieces from the waist down, and their pretentious skull was really just a shell, and it was empty inside.

Leon pointed to the hole in the slender thing and continued, "Later, Blackforehead told us that the key part of this thing was here, and it turned out that this was indeed the lethal location of the mechanical body"

He waved his hand at Figama, pointed to the body, and said, "Of all the people, you're the only one who has cut this thing, right? But do you see what's in there?"

"No," the fat man replied honestly, "most of the time, I don't care about the things that have been chopped down"

"Then now you cut it again, so that everyone can take a closer look at what's inside" Leon said as he took a step back,

"Why do you have to cut it?" Fei Jiama muttered, a little reluctant, it is one thing to cut people, this corpse is too disgusting, although this thing seems to him to be just a machine,

"You'll know in a moment" Leon seemed to measure the distance, and took another half step back, "Cut"

Figama's red purgatory stretched out arrogantly, and he lifted the blade and slashed it lightly.

The next moment, a strong smell of sulfur accompanied by a yellow liquid gushed out,

"Grass!" Fei Jiama shouted and quickly retreated, the fiery machete collided with the liquid, emitting a pungent smell of gunsmoke, and bursts of smoke rose up, and the fat man burst into tears, "This ...... What the is this!"

Leon waved away the smoke with his hand, pointed to the body that had been cut in half, and said, "This is the true face of the 'automatu'" and several other people also didn't care about the harsh smoke, and they all rushed over to see what was going on.

"Yes, it's a creature, it's just that it doesn't ...... Skin?" Oolong's tone was full of doubt and uncertainty as he used a golden scythe he picked up to flick with what flowed out of his shell,

"Oh my God, it's disgusting" Locke Dorjee finally saw what was on the tip of the oolong knife, it looked like a lung.

"Go," the black forehead said suddenly, and stood up and looked at the warbands that were still violently colliding in the distance, obviously discovering some dangerous situation.

Leon looked left and right, and the tall spiral buildings couldn't see how to enter at all, and he simply pointed to the round bunker and said:

"Withdraw! After all, there is only one door, as long as it is guarded, it will not be piled to death."

Two minutes later, the six of them were back inside the circular fortress, and the oolong who walked at the back was dragging the half of the shell, like carrying a bucket.

Black Forehead stayed at the doorway to keep watch, while the others studied the half-cut body again.

A small piece of minced meat was put into the kernel by Locke Dorjee for analysis, but the composition of the thing was extremely complex, and the kernel did not immediately give the analysis results, but fell into a state of rapid calculation. Oolong and Daigo's biological knowledge is obviously much richer than the others, and they can see many clues from those tattered pieces alone,

"It's a mollusk, and most of the ingredients are juice," Daigo said with a frown, the smell of the minced meat was really pungent,

"Unlike mollusks, this thing has no skin, just a very fragile membrane" Oolong picks out a large piece of transparent thin skin tissue at the edge of the metal shell, "It grew up in this shell, strictly speaking, a mass of internal organs"

"No, this is a highly intelligent being......" Locke Dorjee looked at the core in front of him with awe, and a three-dimensional line began to project on the silver sphere, gradually spinning. It's mapping the cellular structure of the small piece of minced meat, and it's completing the original body state.

This drawing took five minutes, longer than the drawing of a huge pyramid, and finally appeared in front of everyone in front of a swirling mass of high-density sponge, inside which was wrapped in a shiny "walnut".

"What is this?" Leon dragged a virtual figure in mid-air with his fingers, holding the walnut in his palm,

"It should be the 'brain'," Locke Dorjee explained cautiously,

"How can such a small brain be called a highly intelligent creature?" Oolong looked at the mass with disdain, not knowing whether it was contempt for that "walnut" or sarcastic Locke Dorjee.

"The problem is, it's just a small part of the brain," Locke Dorjee swallowed hard, "The calculation of the kernel shows that this is only one hundred-millionth of the original capacity"

"What do you mean?" Leon had already vaguely guessed the deep meaning of this sentence, but he still couldn't believe it,

"In other words, all machines are actually branches of a living being, and the brains of that thing are so large that they can be divided into hundreds of millions of divisions and command ...... at the same time."

"That can't be!" cried the oodragon monster, "how can there be such a monster!"

"I think there may be," said the fat man, his chubby fingers pointing to the door not far away, and Leon was surprised that the black forehead was no longer at the door.

At some point, the dead silence had returned to outside the door, and on a dense pile of gray corpses, stood a tall and unusual man, who looked like a mountain from a distance, and it was obvious that the ashes of the war that he had trampled under his feet were dead in his hands. The once brave and unusually legendary war ashes are like broken dolls in a toy factory, piled up at his feet and behind him in strange postures, with no end in sight.

The man's face was blurred, as if he was shrouded in the heat at all times, his long red hair was windless in the quiet air, and the dark golden armor was made of unknown material, but it had the same heavy feeling as the dead realm, and the patterns on it were the same as the spiral buildings around them, echoing the same breath of death from afar, as if this space full of volcanoes and swirling clouds was him, and he was this space.

In his hand was a golden sword, more than six meters long, the dazzling light pierced the darkness around him, but it made everything even more cold and gloomy.

Black Forehead stood in front of him like a toddler.

"Damn the black forehead!" Leon rushed to the door, he could already see the bone spurs in the black forehead's hand slowly sticking out, but it seemed so small and weak in the great darkness.