mechanical court

"Subordinates obey!"

The golden clown stroked his chest with his left hand, knelt down on one knee with a thump, his red electronic pupils flickered violently, and answered with great excitement.

"Get up, I don't like to kneel and worship." Ivan motioned for it to get up, and then asked:

"What's next for you?"

"Reporting to the master, while the leaders of the lawless are gathering on the original planet, the strength of their respective territories has been seriously reduced. I suggest launching an attack immediately and launching a blitz on the ocean planet ruled by the Iron Scale Pirates! As long as the Iron Scale Pirates are eliminated, Those who are lawless will lose their only space power, and will no longer be able to resist our attack!"

"Can the Black Winged Demon catch up with this operation?" Ivan asked again.

"It was exiled thirty light-years away by the will of the planet. Even with the ability to jump in space, it would take at least four days to return to the lawless zone. So... it is difficult to catch up with this battle." The golden clown replied with some regret .

"It's a pity, but it doesn't matter."

Ivan pondered for a while, his eyes quickly became sharp:

"The battle of the green city of Groniz has revealed the reality of the lawless zone. They don't have much power. The leaders should still be on the original planet, and they haven't had time to leave... The opportunity is fleeting and can't be delayed! You immediately dispatch the army To launch an attack on the ocean planet, I will personally go to the ocean planet to meet the so-called planetary will for a while!"

"Subordinates take orders!"

The golden clown immediately sent a signal to notify the generals of the mechanical army, and at the same time looked at Ivan with great reverence:

"I wish my king a triumphant return in advance."

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The ruins of the green city of Groniz, a temporary camp.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, Methel Monaghan, the Demon Thunderer, sat alone in the dark, with his chin resting on his hands, staring blankly at the ruins outside the window, letting his beautiful but unhealthy snow-white skin be illuminated by the candlelight.

Looking at the ruins of the green city of Groniz, unconsciously, her memory returned to many years ago, back to the time when the organization of superpowers had not yet been established.

She and most of the members of the Esper Organization came from a planet named Asfar; there were no abilities on this planet, and it was a planet belonging to ordinary people.And in a sudden period of time, many mutants with superpowers suddenly appeared among ordinary people.

This should have been a good thing for a country that lacked the strongest arm in the universe—the mechanic.However, the abilities possessed by mutants are superpowers, not spiritual powers. They can neither become mechanics nor pass their genes on to their offspring.

Because of this defect, they began to be ostracized by ordinary people.

And Messer Monaghan was born under such circumstances, growing up with the isolation and indifference of others, because of being discriminated against and feared, so Messer and a group of supernatural beings chose to leave the parent planet after growing up; With the help (decoy) of Lett, they arrived at the primitive planet in the lawless zone and built the green capital of Grozny.

This is a place where all supernatural beings can live in peace.

Due to the thin population and the ravages of giant insects on the primitive planet, life in Ludu is actually quite difficult, but it is much better than that of people who are excluded outside.

(In fact, there are many civilizations that do not discriminate against people with supernatural powers, but Messer has little knowledge and thinks that Asfar can represent the entire universe.)

It was in such a situation that Messer Monaghan worked hard to maintain this pure land belonging to superhumans, and even occasionally she would look forward to the future, imagining what this beautiful town belonging to superhumans would look like after many years.

The fantasy will be shattered one day, and the real green city of Groniz has been turned into ruins.

"..."

She turned her head bitterly, trying her best to ignore the ruins and think about what she should do next.

Judging from the words left by the mechanical monster, there should be a stronger leader behind the invincible mechanical army.How strong would it be to be able to make that kind of devil willingly bow his head and surrender—the ultimate leader of the mechanical legion?

Monaghan couldn't imagine, didn't dare to imagine.

Not to mention the final leader of the mechanical legion, she has no confidence to survive the catastrophe of the return of the Black Winged Demon alone.

As both inheritance-level life forms, there is also an obvious gap between mechanics and other powerhouses.

The mechanic who drives the Shenyuan machine is even more powerful than a strong player at the same level.

Although the Black Wing Demon is not a mechanic, it is the highest masterpiece of Norma civilization. With the light energy and spirituality endowed by Ivan, its combat effectiveness is only inferior to the mechanic driving the Shenyuan machine.Against an opponent of the level of Monaghan the Demon Thunderer, it can be said to be crushing.

In fact, if this battle had not been blessed by the will of the planet, the entire superpower organization would have been wiped out.

But relying on the blessing of the will of the planet, she can win for a while, but can she win forever?

The planet cannot move, but the mechanical legion is an army that can travel long distances in the universe.As long as they are willing, they can launch ten, one hundred, or even one thousand attacks, and the primitive planet can only be beaten passively.

More importantly, the threat of the apostle Antoin is gone, can the federation tolerate the lawless zone?

"..."

Maisel Monaghan held his face in his weak hands and rubbed it gently, trying to cover up the haggardness on his face in this way and restore that indifferent mask.

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After meditating for a while, she came to the stream alone and washed her face with the cold water.

In the misty moonlight in the middle of the night, after Mercer Monaghan woke himself up with cold water, he shook his head and swayed his waist-length ribbon-shaped hair, and then stood beside the stream and patrolled the sea of ​​trees.

The brook reflects the beautiful reflection of the Demon Thunderer. At this moment, she has regained her unique temperament—full of confidence, with her head upright—the well-developed chest line is outlined by the tight white shirt. A nice curve.

The real person and the cold beauty in the stream complement each other in the two worlds, one virtual and one real.

"Beautiful Sea of ​​Trees Forest, I will not let anyone destroy the peace here!"

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was confiding her heart to the wind, and also seemed to be talking to herself to motivate herself.

But at this moment, the gloomy cold wind rolled towards the stream from the depths of the forest sea, rustling, and leaves, big and small, fluttered like snowflakes.

"..."

Monaghan opened his eyes vigilantly and looked around, only to see the shadows of the surrounding trees writhing violently, like dancing ghosts.

Is it an illusion?

For some reason, she panicked for no reason, her heart was heavy, and there seemed to be some kind of indescribable giant around her secretly watching her.

Ding-dong-!

Accompanied by a clear crisp sound, the calm stream suddenly swayed into circles of ripples.

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A ray of flame ignited from the center of the ripples and spread outward along the concentric circles; in an instant, it covered the entire stream, forming a long river of blazing flames, and the fierce tongue even ignited the surrounding sea of ​​trees.

"dangerous!"

Seeing this scene, Monaghan immediately stepped back, only to find that the deep night was burning and curling like paper; then the sky suddenly went dark, and the light of the whole world seemed to be burned out.

In the dark environment, the Demon Thunderer turned into a white phantom flickering and jumping, running instinctively; away from the stream at the fastest speed, and ran to the temporary camp in memory.

However, the camp that should have been close at hand has disappeared at this time, and the surrounding environment is dark and quiet, full of dancing and swaying tree shadows everywhere; the resistance to running is increasing, and the cold and strong wind almost suffocates her.