I have a system vault

"By the way, where is Gai Nie being held?" Su Heng suddenly asked.

He remembered the plot of the original book, because of the spies in the Trick City, Gai Nie was suspected, and then locked up by Gao Jianli.

"Gai Nie is being imprisoned in front, shall we rescue him?" Gao Yue asked.

"Forget it, it's not necessary, let's go directly to Mohe." Su Heng shook his head.

Gai Nie's strength is good, but now Su Heng doesn't need him anymore.

It's almost time for him to perform, so don't let irrelevant people wait to influence him.

The core of the Mohist organ city is called Mohe.

When the Mohist Trick City was established, the Mohist patriarch had considered the situation that the Trick City would be attacked.

Therefore, the Mohist patriarch deliberately built the ink core deep in the mountain, which can only be opened by organs.

If encountering an enemy, everyone in the Mohist family can hide inside the Moh core and control various mechanisms in the city to kill the enemy, and there is almost no need to worry about being breached.

Because the ink core is deep in the mountain, if you want to attack the people inside, you have to cut open the mountain.

In terms of the low productivity in ancient times, it would be impossible to carve out a mountain within a few decades.

In other words, as long as you hid in the ink core, you don't have to worry about anything, no one has the ability to break in.

At this moment, there are indeed many people hiding inside Mo He, the Xiang family, a very small number of Mohist disciples, and several leaders of the Mohist family, Master Ban, Gao Jianli, Xue Nu, Robber Zhi and so on.

Because the speed of Qin Bing's attack was so sudden, most of the Mohists didn't have time to hide in the ink core.

The people who hid in hastily were less than one-tenth of the Mohist disciples.

There were even several Mohist leaders scattered outside.

It is precisely because of this that the atmosphere in the ink core is extremely dignified.

"Hehe, is this the legendary ink core?"

The core hall of the Mo family forced Wang Weizhuang to come here with the quicksand organization and a large number of Qin soldiers.

Under the permeation of the poisonous gas, Qin Bing broke through all the defense lines of the Mo family extremely quickly, and broke into the core of the Mo family.

At this time, the overall situation is basically settled, because most of the disciples of the Mohist school have lost their combat effectiveness under the poisonous gas. Although there are still some sporadic resistance, it is basically meaningless.

Looking at the hall carefully, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but feel startled by the spaciousness of the hall. Although most of the hall is made of mountains, it looks very grand, not inferior to the royal palaces of some kingdoms.

"Gongshuchou, when you get here, tell me how to break into the ink core." Wei Zhuang looked at the wretched old man next to him with a trick hand. Art master.

Along the way, if it weren't for the guidance of Gong Shuchou, Wei Zhuang would not have been able to lead the criminals into the core hall of the Mohist school so smoothly.

In terms of martial arts, Wei Zhuang asked himself if he was afraid of anyone, but in terms of mechanical skills, he really didn't understand, so he had to ask experts.

"My lord Wei Zhuang, this ink core was created by the ancestor of the Mohist family with endless energy. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to break through, unless you are willing to spend decades to dig out the mountain bit by bit with tools."

Wei Zhuang frowned: "So, we have no choice but to attack Mohe?"

Gong Shuchou nodded unwillingly: "Yes, unless everyone in Mohe takes the initiative to open the mechanism, otherwise, there is absolutely no way to break through it."

"Very good." Wei Zhuang nodded with a sneer.

"Since this is the case, let's find a way to let the Mohists inside take the initiative to open the mechanism."

After speaking, he whispered a few words to Qin Bing beside him.

Qin Bing suddenly realized and nodded, and quickly ran out.

Not long after, Qin Bing escorted dozens of Mohist disciples into the hall.

"Damn."

The faces of the Mohists in the Moh core changed.

Now those people outside were all their friends, brothers and sisters, but now they were brought in like dogs, which aroused their anger all at once.

"Ha ha."

Wei Zhuang smiled coldly.

"Let me see if Jian Ai, who has been boasted to be very powerful by the Mo family, has really achieved it."

After finishing speaking, Wei Zhuang raised his sword and cut off the head of a Mohist disciple.

In an instant, blood flowed profusely, and the blood stained the bluestone ground red.

"Listen to the people in the ink core, I will open the mechanism quickly in tens of seconds, otherwise, I will kill all these Mohist people."

"ten."

"hateful."

The leader of the Mohist clan clenched his fist with the big iron hammer, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He wished he could rush out of the ink core now and kill Wei Zhuang to avenge the Mohist disciples.

"Big hammer, don't be impulsive."

The oldest class master sighed.

"Wei Zhuang did this on purpose, just to provoke us, open the ink core and fight to the death with them."

"Then why are we just watching here, watching the disciples of the Mo family die in front of us like this, and doing nothing?" Big Iron Hammer said unwillingly.

"Hey, when we go out, we just follow Wei Zhuang's wishes and die in vain."

"Sometimes, it takes more courage to live than to die."

The class master earnestly persuaded.

Perhaps, his strength is not the strongest among all the Mo family, but his age is the oldest among those present, and his seniority is also the highest.

Even Yan Dan, the current mohist tycoon, must respect Master Ban.

With him speaking, the boiling emotions of the Mohist people in Mohe finally managed to be suppressed.

"three."

"zero."

After counting ten, Wei Zhuang saw that the people in Mohe didn't respond at all, so he immediately laughed.

"It seems that the Mohist's so-called universal love is nothing more than that."

After finishing speaking, Wei Zhuang waved his hand coldly.

After receiving his order, Qin Bing, who was in charge of guarding the Mohist disciple, cut off the head of the Mohist disciple without any hesitation.

cruel.

bloody.

This is war.

None of the people present softened their hearts.

Because soft-hearted people cannot survive in such troubled times.

"continue."

Wei Zhuang's cold voice sounded.

Soon, a new batch of captured Mohist disciples were escorted in, and then forced to kneel down by Qin Bing.

"People in the ink core, please listen to me clearly."

"Come out quickly, otherwise, every ten counts, I will kill a Mohist disciple until I kill all the people in the mechanism city."

Wei Zhuang used his internal force to transmit his voice into the ink core, and then gave an order coldly.

Wei Zhuang kept his word, every ten seconds, a Mohist disciple's head fell to the ground.

In war, human life is always insignificant.

Seeing his usual acquaintances dying in front of him one by one like this, the people inside the ink core gritted their teeth with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.