87_87643" sample collection is complete and ready for particle concentration analysis. ”

"The system is reading...... The energy reaction level is not out of the expected range, and the number jù will be printed soon. ”

Filgas and Kelly sat side by side in front of the half-moon-shaped metal console as if they had abandoned their former disgust. Tiny pieces of lightning swam through their fingertips, jumping and dancing like the notes plucked by a musician, flowing to the conductor behind them.

As the current was injected, the image of the chart floating in front of the female mage's eyes began to flicker and change, coating her delicate face with a lingering glow. The silvery spells and curves changed for a moment, each second being very different from the last. Morriel remained silent, staring at the kaleidoscopic array of manic magic. They had left the bottomless abyss and were hovering on the edge of the cosmic wheel - the boundaries of the planes were no longer clear, and there was no stable portal, and looking out through the reinforced one-piece's window, the vast void was littered with elemental clouds and energy vortices, and the safe passage was more fragile and slender than the hemp rope that tied a ferocious bear. At the slightest mistake, the ship will become a rubber duck that has been suddenly blown out of the bathtub into a tornado.

Forty-Seven would certainly not admit that he had any resemblance to the rubber duck, but Morriel had no intention of discussing that with him. The mystical knowledge that Dagon had given her would fill ten libraries, and the mage was now amazed to find that 99.9 percent of her work so far had been based on it. She found the ancient spells that had long been lost, and was able to recognize the primordial chaos that had been left over from the early days of the multiverse and refused to integrate into the current multiverse operating system, and calculated the correct coordinates to guide them towards their destination for forty-seven. If Morriel had relied solely on what he had learned in the past twenty years, he might not have thought of walking a mile in his life.

She made a few gestures. Eliminate most of the information in the magic circle. She kept simplifying them, removing the chaff until she found the next power node that could be passed. While much of this information is valuable to biologists, now is not the time to delve into it.

"Maybe you should try the Tavern Math Drive. Forty-seven was bored—if a grinding donkey could speak, it might echo him.

"Time is not absolute, it depends on the observer acting in space, and space is not absolute, it depends on the observer acting in time. Equally. The number is not absolute either, it depends on the actions of the observer in the tavern. The two over there don't play chess. Come over and cooperate. I'm ready to prepare, we should be able to meet the minimum standards of the tavern calculation model......"

"Are you still holding on? The space storm is getting stronger and stronger. Do you need my help?" Kelly interjected. The attitude is also peaceful.

"Of course, no problem. I feel good right now – like Michelangelo in the middle of the pizza. ”

"Then concentrate on your pie. The Iron Angel's face changed and he said in a cold voice. "From now on, please don't touch anything again!"

After a few more rounds of collecting and screening, Morriel finally decided on the next route of the jump. It should be the last time...... As a CPU for a long time, her spirit has been tense. Undivided attention, both exhausting and beneficial. Forty-seven was instructed, and the engine power increased rapidly in geometric progression, and the nozzle of the thruster erupted with a bright and dazzling energy response.

The ship that the Tin Man transformed into was only a speck of dust in the torrent of space-time, but its acceleration was as always. Stir up the terrible butterfly effect again. It was as if thousands of sleeping demon gods were awakened at the same time, and the nightmarish flash filled the entire space with swirls of colorful and unstable particles, colliding with each other and then annihilating them all together—scattering majestic fireworks all over the world. Despite being one step ahead, Forty-Seven still flew dangerously by the mouth of the energy beast intertwined with various colors, licking the cockpit window with burning gas, and his eyes were full of tongues of fire, as if he had entered a deep sea with flames as waves.

The last leg of the journey was difficult and long. Forty-seven couldn't immediately digest the heat generated by the friction, and even the steel bulkhead began to heat slightly under the long period of high temperature. With a violent jolt, a deafening thunderclap suddenly erupted around the ship. The curtain of fire was torn apart and shattered. They have crossed almost insurmountable barriers.

In the center of the dark green clouds, swirling vortices surged like snake fire along the thick clouds. Ignite a fierce storm along the way, and set the clouds with boiling gold edges, which look like a huge flower bud in full bloom. Forty-seven meteors slashed out, cutting the line of fire that cut through the sky, flying over the dead and barren land below.

Looking down, the endless rocky plains are gray and gloomy, and the stones seem to have melted and then cooled, and they still retain the appearance of the original wanton flow, like a frozen ocean. Large and small craters are scattered on the plain, the largest of which is several miles high, and the diameter may reach tens or even hundreds of miles, and ordinary visual inspection cannot get a glimpse of its whole picture. There was not a trace of life, not even a tree, not a bush, not a single moss.

"The air pressure is disturbed, and the amount of toxins in the air is lethal. Filgas said. But if you look closely at the glowing layer of mist beneath the strangely colored clouds, like a large puddle of oil on the water, you will feel that her statement is too optimistic.

There are scattered ruins in the wasteland that appear to be artificial...... The huge, weathered remains were half-hidden in the rocks, like nasty cysts under the skin. A few of the slightly more intact ones still have broken brackets, and the remaining small halves are about as tall and thick as the largest redwoods. Morrill guessed that they might well be some kind of mechanical device—that they must have been able to overwhelm the sea when they used to move. She couldn't help but wonder who would make such a huge build, and what they would do with it.

A few spikes loomed in the blurred sky. Forty-seven flew towards them, slowly, some flickering bright spots, and a long way before they could hear the dull thunder coming from the direction of the slender objects that seemed to be endlessly magnified. By the time everyone recognized them as magnificent minarets made entirely of metal. The top of the tower is no longer visible. The steel that made up the tower was tightly knit, like a long sword piercing through the sky, deep into the rolling high-altitude clouds, and the ground storm in the clouds swirled around them, until it reached the middle of the tower, and the energy vortex disturbed and burst, forming the lightning and rolling thunder that Morrill and others had seen before. It's like the magical brilliance of the blade.

These towers dwell like gods—and they are held up by the middle of the spoken-like mountains. An unbeatable mega steel city. The main tower itself is an extension of a huge pyramid-shaped structure in the center of the city, and it alone easily surpasses the vast majority of cities in the main material. Numerous staggered metal domes spread out in all directions. Even the majestic mountains were covered, leaving only gentle veins that stretched out like spider's feet to the city's enveloping area, merging with the dark plains in the distance.

"Wow! I didn't expect to see this again in my lifetime!" Forty-Seven let out a rare, childish exclamation, and rushed straight towards the city, with no intention of slowing down at all. Riveted steel quickly filled the entire driver's window. The crowd grabbed the handrail in unison for the impact—but at the last moment he slowed down, like a swallow hovering after a rain, carrying steam on an open-air platform at the edge of the dome.

"What's going on in this place? Aren't there any maintenance machines?Where is the passage into the hangar......" Forty-Seven complained when he was interrupted by a fireball that suddenly rose in front of him.

"Let me out!" Kelly's blue eyes lit up as she laid her chair flat into the bed. Slide along the guide into the black hole that suddenly appears under the console. Forty-seven complied with her and spit her out in one gulp. The shining heels of the Iron Angel changed the flying state of the head and back of the feet with a slight touch on the ground, and the cat's waist sprinted forward at a faster speed with a single jump, just like a silver lightning bolt.

"Let's go, let's take a look. Forty-seven flashed his wheels and roared.

The explosion tore a big hole in the steel wall, and black smoke billowed from the cracks, which were torn into strange shapes by the chaotic air currents, dancing wildly. Forty-seven leaped high. Rushing into the steel city in a gesture that only a pounced lion would use - and what appeared before their eyes was an unbearable sight. Smoke swirls and gathers close to the high vaulted ceiling. Sparks and ashes rained like raindrops, and the scorching wind was full of cries and panicked people. A few tangled and flickering fires roamed around, throwing destruction and suffering outward at will, and every time they swept past the creatures that could not escape, their swollen bodies would imprison more victims, and soon burn them all, leaving only a faint, thin, twisted shadow of despair looming within them.

Kelly is dealing with them. The cremator horde is powerless to threaten her, but she's also not very efficient. Abandoning the use of the Radiant Spear to avoid more massive destruction, the energy blade slices through the fire like a dinner knife stuck in cream, and the flames fuse back together with a few shakes. If it is chopped into small pieces that cannot be healed, each part will go its own way, greedily chasing the breath of living creatures, and tirelessly spreading terror.

The danger of death doesn't end there. Morriel saw several elf-like creatures run in terror, trying to stay away from the glowing gas that had spilled from the broken pipe, but the hideous mist of light soon followed, drifting near them. The men staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, describing their pain, their limbs twitching—and when the oil-painted mist swept over them, there were only motionless corpses, their frightened faces stained with sporadic glimmers, like the blinking eyes of death.

Morrill immediately cast a protective spell on himself and the others to make sure he was not affected by the gas and flames, and then prepared to go out to help Kelly.

"Don't mess around. She habitually reminded Forty-Seven, otherwise, after the Tin Guy was covered by a round of artillery fire, whether the community of the flame dead could be wiped out was not to mention first, but there would definitely be only a few people left who they wanted to help.

As soon as Kairo left the steel chariot, the temperature around him dropped sharply. The frost and mist lingered on the girl's skirt, and the wind flowing through her turned from hot to cold, and the cold snap made people shiver, and the fire undead shrank as if they had been poured a bucket of ice water head-on. A cloud of flames that might have engulfed hundreds of people roared up, but before it could attack or flee, the invisible force field giant grabbed it first. The pillar of fire twisted and turned, no matter how much it struggled and deformed, it was still like a snake that had been choked by seven inches and could not get out. Frost swarms up like maggots attached to the bones. Weaken and extinguish it little by little.

The rules of magic here are very different from those of the main material realm and even the outer planes. If the magic net still exists, then it is also a mess of thousands of incomprehensible things, rather than an orderly and well-layered energy circulation system. Undeterred, Morriel recited the spell cautiously and quickly, and joined in a temporary change that the academy mages could never have imagined, weaving a steady magical palm that was even more powerful than ever.

Kelly also quickly changed his tactics. Instead of dismembering the fires in vain, they began to cut them with cold and meticulous slashes - Filgas followed her with all his might. Kelly's sword light peeled off the ground flame and passed it into the middle of her hook and claw blade arm, and after a few missed blade exchanges, it was equivalent to grinding again. Ashes. It's really finely cut, and there's not even a little bit of it.

But in the end it was still Forty-Seven that played a decisive role.

The tin guy snapped back into his human form, stood between the two ruts he had rolled out, looked around, and walked away. The situation was at a stalemate for a while, and Morel was like a high-pressure water dragon with full strength. Wherever they rushed, the flames shrank and disappeared, but the slightest demonic fire would always rekindle in places they couldn't take care of, and in a matter of seconds it would become a prairie fire again—until the dull roar of the machine was heard in a smoky fire. Extended steel rams blocked the dome from breaking, and the air circulation system began to work again. The turbines whistled to filter out the smoke and poisonous gases, and then a large amount of water mist sprayed down like a well-timed downpour...... On top of that, the frenzied energy was cut off from the source, as if the firefighters had finally shut down the leaking fuel pipe.

Morrill had just pulled the probe out of the terminal jack on the wall and swooped it into his hand when Morriel found Forty-Seven and the beautiful girl cheerleader with bat wings.

"You know what? One R2 is better than a hundred Jed. He said to the female mage whose hair was still dripping.

In the aftermath of the disaster, the survivors gathered in twos and threes, still in shock. But their table xiàn is very orderly. It can even be said that it is done step by step. In the face of relatives and friends glued to the molten metal floor, the charred remains of corpses did not cry out to the heavens and the earth, and only the faint whispers of tears were heard from the silent figures. There are probably a few hundred of them. Or a thousand, each of which quickly found its place. Perhaps they were lined up according to family distinctions, Morriel was not sure, for they were almost all about the same height except for the children—thin and slender bodies, fair, almost transparent skin, ears that resembled those of elves, handsome countenances with neutral beauty, and a faint sadness in their eyes that had been ravaged by the fireworks.

"Who are you, why are you here?" asked Kelly.

These beautiful creatures had blank looks on their faces, clearly not understanding what the Iron Angels meant. Kelly frowned, and was about to find another way to communicate, when one of them seemed to belong to the leadership class and walked towards her. The man lowered his eyes, ignoring Yan's burned, slender legs, and knelt down in front of Kelly, uncinched his collar with both hands, and bowed his head to reveal a smooth hairless head and a curvaceous nape of his neck. His occipital bone had a mosaic the size of a gold coin, almost identical to the one Forty-Seven had just used.

"Aha, he must want to join the Matrix. Forty-seven showed the probe again—which, judging by its length, pierced the poor man's heart at once.

Kelly stopped the tin guy with a very vicious look. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her right hand. The silvery-white catheter poked out of the tip of his index finger, and although the movement was very gentle, he still trembled involuntarily when he reached into the jack.

After disconnecting, there was something more in Kelly's blue eyes. She nodded slightly, and two people came out of the crowd to carefully support her companion who was paralyzed on the ground.

"Can't I find a volunteer?" Forty-Seven is still wielding his weapon-like probe, "and it can come with a director's cut of The Matrix." ”

"Stop messing around, your rudeness will kill them. Kelly turned to him and said, "They see us as spokesmen...... Don't let them down. Immediate action must be taken, the city of the Dominator is facing a great crisis!"

"They're the Dominator race? What do you think?" said Kyro, shaking his head in response to the succubus's inquiry, the two of them were completely pure "natural" and "big-breasted".

"Machine Qì worship, the physical and mental alienation of human beings in the post-industrial era......" Forty-seven hands spread. "What's the matter with me? I'm not a religious and sociologist. ”

Morriel did not participate in their verbal battle. She listened intently, as if sensing something—and then the mage raised her eyebrows and walked past the crowd that silently made way for a path, following in the footsteps of Forty-Seven.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Round 45 Cybertron (above) address is.