Tiga returns to take a leisurely look at human affairs

After passing through the corona and arriving at the surface of the sun, the surrounding temperature has dropped from millions of degrees to only about 6,000 degrees.

The two warring parties are in this hazy plasma environment.

In just half an hour, Bitulas could not count how many times the mechanical Faybalon had been destroyed.

However, relying on the energy supply of the entire sun, the previous mechanical body was obviously burned to the size of a fist after passing through the corona layer, but it still gradually restored its original body by absorbing surrounding free elements.

And it's the same now, even if it has been disabled countless times, the mechanical body is still repaired again and again.

At the same time, because a large number of elements absorbed are directly derived from the sun that is always undergoing nuclear fusion, Faibalon's whole body at this time contains extremely terrifying energy.

Coupled with the three pairs of "wings" on its back, the well-proportioned alloy armor body, and the layers of dazzlingly colorful energy shields outside its body that look like seven-colored divine light.

Such a majestic figure stood just above the blazing stars, looking like a high-altitude god.

Raising his arms, turning his head, clenching his fists, every movement seems to contain immeasurable power.

However, within such a divine body that stood under the radiance and looked like it was made of steel, what came out was Bituras' weak and tired voice.

"You... you can't kill me, as long as... energy... I can't lose..."

Before he finished speaking, a dark storm suddenly struck from his side.

In the midst of this dark storm, the light around Faybalon, who was originally like a god, dissipated, and his mechanical body was quickly shattered, then reborn, crushed again, and reborn again...

Within a second, the mechanical body was being shattered hundreds of times while being repaired.

Bitulas even felt that the black energy storm seemed to have figured out the upper limit of the repair speed of this machine.

Then, it frantically carried out destruction at a slightly slower frequency than this upper limit speed.

In contrast, Faybalon's power is continuing to grow stronger at a speed that is close to its ideal state.

The mechanical body is still getting stronger, but the consciousness hidden inside is somewhat unable to keep up at this time.

Because every time the mechanical body is destroyed and reborn, various problems will occur during the repeated operation of the internal system.

For example, when energy is overloaded, adjustments must be made in time.

For example, when newly absorbed alloy elements are fused with original metal elements, their properties will conflict.

For example, if you continue to add variables and run the program repeatedly, new bugs will continue to appear.

Even the intelligent algorithms designed by Bitulas in advance to automatically coordinate and process these programs were running at almost crazy extremes, with downtime and interruptions occurring one after another.

These require manual adjustments.

To do this, Bitulas must concentrate as much as possible to keep up with the speed of the problem.

Although he knew that every second he persisted, Faybalon's strength would increase a lot. This was simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It's like the other party is feeding him crazily. As long as he can catch it, there will be endless benefits.

At first, Bitulas was ecstatic.

However, when he wanted to increase the speed of repair and show off his advantages and power, he was shocked to find that the other party also increased the speed of destruction in the same proportion.

In the following time, the black energy was like bone-attached maggots burrowing into the body of the machine, and they could not get rid of it no matter what.

My mentality went from being confident at the beginning to being dissatisfied, then to being fiercely competitive, and then finally to the point of exhaustion that is now halfway to collapse.

The evolution of the mechanical body is a good thing, but the crazy evolution in such a short period of time has completely exceeded Bituras' ability and prediction...

At this moment, Bitulas suddenly felt that the dark energy that continued to destroy the body around him slowed down, and then slowly stopped.

A burst of ecstasy suddenly surged in his heart, and Bitulas was so excited that he wanted to shout.

It should be that the other party can't hold on, and it's you who wins!

right! No, it shouldn’t be, all this was within my expectations! Bitulas thought.

Faibalon can use the power of the sun to continuously grow stronger, while his opponent is a giant who uses dark energy.

There is no dark energy in the scorching sun. He can't get supplies here, and every time he takes action, he consumes his own energy.

Under the exhaustion of the protracted war, the balance of victory gradually tilted towards him. This was originally a certainty.

He barely suppressed the emotional fluctuations in his heart, and the little bit of reason he had left was still reminding him that he could not be blindly optimistic now and must analyze the current situation as soon as possible.

Only after confirming that the opponent is unable to fight because of weakness is the moment when you can truly relax.

After discovering that his combat power was crushed by the black giant and that he was unable to fight back, Bitulas had to temporarily interrupt his perception of the external situation in order to concentrate on repairing the body system.

Now, with his free time, Bituras reopened the detector and connected the mechanical body's sensory system to himself.

Then he saw...the pure black giant flower that bloomed on the surface of the sun and was several kilometers in diameter.

Surrounded by red ring-shaped prominences, this giant black "flower" seems to have grown out of thin air from the plasma clouds on the surface of the sun.

Taking a closer look, Bitulas immediately felt a chill all over his body.

Because the huge and weird thing in front of me is not a real flower.

Long and narrow arms made of condensed black energy are densely arranged in the air. Once gathered, they will form something like flower petals.

When scattered, it looked like countless twisting whips, or more like a giant mouth of a monster full of fangs.

And in the palm of the hand at the end of each arm, there is a vortex of black energy floating.

Bitulas was very sure that those weird vortices were energy storms that could easily destroy Faibalon.

Previously, every time such a dark storm hit, the mechanical body would be destroyed thousands of times in an instant.

And between the arms and palms, which are far denser than a hairbrush and denser than the long hair on a woman's head, constantly twisting and closing, and suddenly spreading out at any time, the dense black storm is like... pollen that needs to be released urgently.

Bitulas simply couldn't imagine what would happen to the mechanical body and his own final fate if the other party released all the black energy.

"Oh, are you still alive? Very good, then the special training will continue."

In the center of the giant "arm" flower formed by dark energy, rich purple light flashes.

"Bitulas, I already understand your desire for power, and I will help you gain stronger power. You have to believe in yourself, and you will be able to persist longer and become stronger."