Chapter 701: Robot Rebellion (8000)

September 1.

Clear.

Dark Forest, Blood Rage Troll Capital.

Zul'Farrak.

The Blood Rage Trolls who were supposed to control this city fell in pools of blood and ruins.

Their faces showed a little bit of joy, and they seemed very happy, as if they were embracing death.

The corpses were piled up randomly, and the blood that flowed down gathered into a sticky stream.

The blood streams gathered in the center of the square and finally turned into a twisted blood-colored vortex.

Twisted faces struggled and roared in the vortex.

They showed various painful expressions and endless regrets on their faces.

Some faces were torn apart by other faces and then disappeared without a trace.

But soon, they were painfully reborn from the blood, repeating the cycle of being cruelly torn apart.

Just one look was chilling.

Indescribable weird feelings and fluctuations that could distort the mind emanated from the huge blood pool in the center of the square.

One after another, the roaring hideous monsters were fighting the demons frantically.

Most of their bodies had turned into twisted monsters, and only their heads still had traces of trolls.

They were the culprits that caused all this to happen.

A group of villains who regretted their actions.

A group of deceived poor people.

Some prisoners devoured by depraved desires.

Some chess pieces who thought they had the overall situation in hand.

They were troll priests, wizards, witch doctors, some fools who wanted to fight for power and seek longevity.

More and more trolls lost control of their bodies and walked out of houses and ruins in the distance.

They used various weapons to hit their heads over and over again until they were severely injured and fell to the ground and slowly died.

The blood flowing out of their bodies would be pulled and controlled by a special force and flow to the giant blood pool in the center.

An astonishing number of berserkers struggled to get out of the blood pool in front of the demon summoning altar.

Their excited roars were unconsciously stained with red light. They were bewitched by the sound in their ears and rushed to other areas of the city without thinking.

There were still trolls who remained awake and rational there.

The purpose of these demons was to kill them one by one and include them in the sacrifice.

Some demons would "actively" kill these struggling twisted monsters.

Cut off their remains bit by bit, cut off their hopes, taste their wailing, pain and regret.

In the center of the blood pool, a faint crack was supported by a huge bloody hand.

The seemingly inconspicuous crack contained extremely powerful power, which continuously devoured the twisted bloody hand and consumed its power to stretch to both sides.

Although the bloody hand was powerful, it could not do anything about this crack for a while. Instead, it was constantly consumed by it. It could only draw power from the blood pool to maintain this crack from disappearing.

The dark red strange light lit up from the complex magic array on the ground.

Dozens of gray-black figures wearing cloaks were continuously injecting power into the magic circle.

They were using the power of the magic circle to stabilize the gap that was forcibly opened bit by bit, and trying to build a stable passage in it.

The huge city of Zul'Farrak was the sacrifice of their action.

Several figures wearing cloaks looked at the sky carefully and said two sentences without hesitation:

"If we don't take action now, then everything will be too late."

These words were said very straightforwardly, but the figures around them didn't want to listen at all, just glanced at them lightly, with a deadly red light flashing in their eyes.

They snorted lightly, raised their heads nonchalantly, looked at the sun in the sky, and couldn't help but sighed:

"What a bunch of idiots!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figures around them attacked them without hesitation.

The strange red light and twisted weapons surrounded them one after another, obviously they were well prepared.

But just when others thought they were going to die on the spot, these figures suddenly shattered and finally disappeared, and they were a group of clones.

Even the people who controlled the situation did not expect such a change.

"As expected of the Kor elves, their magic is exquisite, but unfortunately they are too timid."

"Don't worry about them too much, they are begging us to do things anyway."

"Next time if there is something, they will find us again."

"But next time, I will definitely study them carefully."

The person who said this exuded a distorted light all over his body.

Others around him did not dare to speak at all. It was obvious that he was the boss here.

Before others could speak, the terrifying pressure came from the sky.

The bright silver figure, reflecting the golden light of the scorching sun, pounced on Zul'Farrak.

Yaya, who exuded terrifying pressure, opened his mouth happily, and the deadly dragon breath of destruction fell with a roar.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Zul'Farrak, who was not protected by the magic barrier, was directly rushed to the top by Yaya.

The terrifying flames of destruction instantly hit the pile of corpses in the center of the square.

The destructive flames that burned everything even enveloped the two struggling troll priests.

They were burned black by the flames, with a little trance and fear in their eyes. Feeling the passing of life, tears of regret flowed from their ferocious eyes.

Boom!

The overwhelming dragon breath flames hit the huge blood pool.

Bursts of blood-red mist spread in all directions in an instant.

The terrifying high temperature burned all the filth and flesh.

Under the burning of this destructive flame.

A blood-red barrier was fluctuating violently.

Feeling the rapid consumption of energy and the terrifying power of dragon breath.

Realizing that Yaya was powerful, they suddenly understood why the Cole elves ran so fast.

At present, Yaya's body has grown to 29.5 meters and his weight has increased to 15 tons.

Such an amazingly huge body is more oppressive than the legendary red dragon and gold dragon from a sensory point of view.

In the boiling blood pool, several demons that had just crawled out collided head-on with the flames of destruction.

They were burned to ashes without even feeling the pain.

How could the high temperature in the abyss of the ground compare to the burning of dragon breath?

Yaya stared at the solid blood-red barrier in surprise, and a little interest appeared in his vertical pupil-shaped eyes.

She wanted to see whether the magic array shield lasted longer or her deep breath lasted longer.

It was obvious that the dragon breath destroyed the blood pool while putting pressure on the magic array shield, making these unprepared cultists unable to hold on.

The leading figure glanced at the dragon body with teeth as deep as a prison, and his red eyes were full of greed and desire.

He looked at the space rift that was about to open and was extremely stubborn. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand to the more than 10 figures standing on the outermost edge.

They screamed in fear, but twisted flames suddenly appeared all over their bodies.

In just one or two breaths, their bodies and clothes were burned clean.

After sacrificing these more than 10 cultists without any warning, the magic array shield that was originally in danger became solid again.

He raised the dark and strange staff in his hand and pointed to the blood pool that was being destroyed below.

The surging blood quickly gathered here and was desperately blessed on the huge and hideous blood hand.

The figures around all knew the leader's idea.

That is to go all out and open the gap in space.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The strange sound of space being torn apart was not loud at all.

But it could be heard very clearly by everyone around.

The originally clear blue sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds.

The violent thunder kept surging.

The rolling thunder spread layer by layer.

The "crackling" bean-sized raindrops whistled down from the sky, as if the world was crying.

Yaya's heart unconsciously surged with murderous intent.

This special change immediately attracted her attention.

Yaya, who had received a lot of will protection training, decisively stopped the attack, distanced herself from the city below, and circled back into the air.

Crack!

The surging lightning fell on Yaya's body.

The jumping arc failed to destroy the bright silver scales.

Instead, it slowly sank into it, and was absorbed directly by Yaya.

Yaya stared at the lightning falling from the sky with wide eyes, and felt an inexplicable anger.

"You actually want to influence me? I'll kill you first!"

Yaya always remembered Matthew's instructions.

No matter who it is, no matter what means the other party uses, no matter what the other party's purpose is.

As long as the other party dares to control his mind and body, roll up your sleeves and do him a favor!

Under Orianna's stunned gaze, the irritable Yaya rushed up to the thunder.

She rushed into the clouds above, bathing in the baptism of lightning and thunder, flapping her wings wantonly, attacking the surrounding dark clouds and lightning.

Such a savage behavior made the cultists below relieved.

Seizing the opportunity and going all out, they forcibly broke the space rift.

The cultists who had been prepared threw five or six blood-stained broken statues into the rift.

The shapes of these statues are very much like the fusion of trolls and some monsters.

The space rift that had just been torn open swallowed them without hesitation and tore them apart.

The strange and twisted red light was about to attach to it.

A dazzling thunder fell accurately and exploded with a "bang".

The originally barely detectable red light was instantly swallowed up by the exploding electric light.

Yaya, who was surrounded by thunder, was rushing towards the cultists. The more powerful and terrifying power than before made these cultists tremble with fear.

The cultists who felt the danger coming did not hesitate to jump into the space rift that was not yet completely stable.

They would rather suffer the damage of space tearing than fight with Yaya.

Although the former is dangerous, they are experienced, have ways to deal with it, and have a chance to survive.

The latter will definitely die, and will make them die miserably.

This is the consensus of all the cultists in the northern continent.

With the claws of thunder, they fiercely tore the solid magic barrier apart.

It's not that Yaya suddenly became much stronger, but the magic circle lost the support of the cultists.

The magic circle lost the source of power, which is why it is so vulnerable.

Yaya, who originally looked very angry, looked at the space crack that was slowly taking shape, and a bright smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

The cheerful Orianna decisively reported to the watch:

"The space rift has been opened and Zul'Farrak's defenses have been lost. Please march immediately."

While speaking, Orianna also reported the tragic situation and situation around her.

She looked at the twisted priests running wildly, with a curious expression on her face:

"Are those trolls too? They're so ugly! Why don't you kill them?"

Ignoring the subtle whispers in his ears, Yaya immediately flew into the air, carefully observing Zul'Farrak who was on the verge of destruction.

For those trolls fighting demons, they had no intention of intervening in the rescue.

Who knows if these guys have been contaminated?

Who knows if their fighting behavior is acting?

Facing the cultists' increasingly weird methods, Yaya couldn't help but muttered:

"When these guys show up, it's basically difficult to restore the situation."

"It just so happens that these guys like to attack civilians..."

"It's better to take more care to prevent these guys from acting recklessly."

Orianna looked at the watch in her hand and felt that it should develop a few more functions for it.

While the two of them were discussing, the Feilong Brigade had already rushed over from a distance.

They carefully monitored Zul'Farrak's situation, recorded various anomalies, and reported them to the ongoing combat command center.

After realizing that there were cultists here, the advancing Gulf Territory combat troops immediately stopped.

They need to re-select combatants and strengthen training.

At the same time, the fact that there were cultists here was quickly reported to the two major churches in the territory.

They are the professionals when it comes to dealing with cultists.

The Gulf Territory also happens to learn more from their professional practices and understand some basic conditions of the mechanical plane and the various methods of some believers.

Whether it is preparing for battle or defending territory, you can benefit from it.

In the next two days, blazing flames ignited the entire Zul'Farrak.

The spreading fire greedily devoured all flesh, flesh and buildings.

"I would rather burn this place to ashes than let the flesh and blood polluters leave."

These were Sun Sheng's original words, and this was also their approach.

Regarding this point, the Paladin is very determined and ruthless in his attacks.

Matthew glanced at them lightly, smiled and replied:

"Provide more testing methods, don't hide them like before."

"It's a troubled time now, and these bugs will definitely find a way to crawl out."

After hearing Matthew's words, Mira, who was nominally leading the team, thought about the large number of disobedient interns in the church and said angrily:

"These people in the Gulf Territory are all thinking about how to study..."

Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Matthew looked at the data records on the magic watch, noticed that Zul'Farrak's cleaning had been basically completed, and replied nonchalantly:

"Live and learn as you grow old. Technology also needs to be inherited and developed. Only by constantly moving forward can we better solve dangers."

“If they learn a lot, don’t they also do a lot?”

Thinking of the several major production factories under the church's name, as well as the steady flow of gold coins and resources earned, Mira recalled Bishop Barrett's smile and changed the subject rather bluntly:

"Ahem, based on the traces they left, as well as a small number of contaminated and bewitched individuals."

"We have confirmed their information. They are members of the Bewitching Sect. They have a considerable relationship with the Bewitcher Thasorel and are most likely his direct subordinates."

The Bewitcher - Thasorel!

When he heard the name, Matthew subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

It is different from most geniuses who only started to emerge after the emergence of the elemental tide.

Thasorel the Bewitcher is now very famous!

He is at least in the top five on the blacklists of major Orthodox churches.

Its legendary peak strength is an insurmountable nightmare for many "victims".

Of course, the vast majority of victims may not realize that Thasorel was responsible until their death.

The reason why Matthew was deeply impressed by it was because of one of Thasorel's achievements.

It is to make the two great arcanists of the Netheril Empire turn against each other.

That's right, they are the two great arcanists who are currently causing trouble in the southern provinces of the Netheril Empire!

The chaos caused by the other party is still causing the population of the Gulf Territory to continue to grow, which can be regarded as a small "assist".

However, Matthew knew that these methods of Bewitcher Thasorel were far from the limit of what he could achieve.

The following year, the Knights Kingdom of Lordan and the Netherese Empire turned against each other, causing the Netherese Empire to lose its most important and trustworthy ally.

It is precisely because of this that it indirectly accelerated the destruction of the Netheril Empire.

And before that, the division and inactivity of the Netheril Council must have been the driving force behind it.

Matthew lamented that time was running out, and more and more monsters and monsters had begun to "appear".

He stared at the Paladin troops who were inspecting the space rift, and asked in an expectant tone:

"Have any contamination residues been detected?"

If not, Matthew and Yaya can take action.

If there is, all the better.

Being able to contaminate spatial rifts has a very high value in itself.

Whether it is to kill them or to take them as spoils of war, it can bring a lot of benefits.

Sun Sheng put down the detector in his hand, looked through the data again with interest, shook his head gently and asked:

"Are you really ready to take action? The Cole elves will definitely make trouble during this period."

Matthew took out a palm-sized pollution detector that looked like a mobile phone. He was satisfied with its precision and various properties, and said without hesitation:

"It just happens that they need to move. Anyway, they can't go all out now."

After hearing this, Sun Sheng immediately understood the deep meaning of Matthew's words. He looked up at the space crack above and asked directly:

"What is the exploration process of the Gulf Territory?"

The reason for asking this is naturally because the Paladin troops are ready to go deep into it and also participate in this adventure.

Training alone cannot allow the combatants in the church to gain real growth.

Necessary battles are indispensable!

If the Gulf Territory does not deal with these trolls, it will undoubtedly be their best opponent.

But the Gulf Territory acted too quickly and cleaned up the place directly.

Without the Gulf leader leading the way, it is somewhat unrealistic to go looking for other trolls.

Therefore, exploring this demiplane will naturally bring some "gains".

"Just follow the normal process. When I send the information, we can start the battle."

In non-urgent situations, the Gulf leader's large-scale operations often collect as much information as possible before taking action.

Not only can more targeted preparations be made, but also the chance of victory in the battle can be greatly increased.

More importantly, a new and professional adaptive training will be added to the basic training for dealing with different operations.

The professionalism of the Gulf leader's soldiers will gradually strengthen over time.

Sun Sheng, who received a positive reply, glanced at the Gulf leader's troops that came one after another from the rear, and "smacked" his mouth with some envy.

There is no way. The Gulf leader will not provide transportation services to the battlefield directly for combat troops with too low contribution values ​​and who have not joined the battlefield organization.

No matter how professional they say they are, combatants who have not been tested and re-educated by the Gulf leader are not worthy of trust.

After confirming the situation here, Matthew and Yaya checked the material preparations, and under the gaze of many eyes, they entered the space crack.

As soon as he entered the space crack, Matthew felt a pressure from all directions.

Oriana, wearing a small set of combat uniforms, carefully recorded the data, and did not forget to say curiously:

"This pressure is not great, and you can withstand it if your physical fitness reaches 14 points."

"However, there is no air in the passage, and you need to prepare breathing techniques and breathing devices to solve this problem together."

Matthew looked at the calm and meticulous Oriana, and he was more determined to promote the systematic education of the Gulf Territory.

No matter how talented a person is, there are things that he can't consider. The crystallization of everyone's wisdom can allow him to absorb more nutrients and break through to a higher level.

Another point is that communication and contact with the people of the Gulf Territory can make them understand the meaning of hard work and becoming stronger.

Not only can it urge them to go further, but it can also make them understand what hard work is for.

The Gulf Territory will not give up personal development, but will provide better conditions for them as they develop and progress.

The teaching effect of learning and internship at the Bay Territory Professional Training Academy has reached a fairly good level.

Take the second batch of students who are about to graduate as an example.

The average professional level has broken through level 3.

Some outstanding students have reached the peak of the intermediate level and are moving towards high-level professionals.

Several geniuses have even broken through to the high level and are being fought over by the heads of many departments.

Matthew looked at the darkness around him, quickly collected various "data", and soon got the corresponding feedback.

"Unstable space channel (intermediate) can accommodate life forms below the legendary level."

"It can be stabilized and reinforced through the space stabilization array to reduce the probability of space storm generation."

"The passage time is 20 minutes, and no difference in time flow rate is detected."

"Space channel integration and stabilization countdown: April 12 days and 3 hours in 572."

Matthew, who got these data, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He immediately noticed a lot of crucial information from the changes in the space rift.

The "appearance" of the space storm must have certain inducing factors and values.

For example, when the enemy was fighting for the space channel, they suddenly ran into a space storm...

The difference in the speed of time gave Matthew a further idea.

Time is a wonderful thing, especially the deeper Matthew's understanding of it, the more he understood a truth.

Don't rely too much on a certain power!

The Gulf Territory will definitely encounter some demiplanes with time differences in the future.

Relative to the Gulf Territory, no matter whether the time there is fast or slow, it can have corresponding and important value.

The Gulf Territory is now short of time!

The last tip of the space channel answered many of Matthew's doubts.

From the moment the space rift was opened, the connected demiplane should have been targeted by the "material plane".

The distance of the space channel will gradually shorten, and the manifestation is that the time it takes to pass will be reduced.

In the end, it will become a relatively stable entrance and exit like the space channel in the Catachan demiplane.

The connected demiplane at the other end may be completely "swallowed" by the material plane.

Matthew's perception of the demiplane at this time was just like those black holes in his memory that crazily devoured all matter.

However, the demiplane may also present another condition.

That is to form one relatively stable galaxy after another.

The strongest material plane is in the middle, with the other captured demiplanes surrounding it.

There are corresponding distances between each plane.

Of course, this is just Matthew's conjecture, and the real situation is not yet clear.

Just as Matthew was thinking, Yaya felt a little uncomfortable and looked around cautiously.

She felt like she was wrapped in something.

If you apply too much force, it will most likely burst.

Of course, this is just a feeling from Yaya. If you really do this, you may not be able to succeed.

She looked at the dark passage around her, shook her head in boredom and muttered:

"We don't know if there are enemies waiting for us outside. It would be great if there are."

After hearing this, Orianna nodded in agreement.

She had just equipped Yaya No. 1 with many new weapons, and was preparing to find someone to try it out.

Matthew did not interrupt, but was thinking about the purpose of the Bewitching Sect to go to the mechanical plane.

They are few in number, led by only a legendary spellcaster.

If a person like this wants to control an entire plane, it is tantamount to wishful thinking.

If you just want to make trouble, the relatively turbulent northern continent is definitely a good place to go, and there is no need to go to a place like the demiplane.

Unless the other party has its own purpose and is connected to this demiplane.

Either there is an insider, or there is a familiar and easy-to-manipulate target.

Only in this way can they take advantage of the demagoguery and be confident that they can succeed.

Thinking of this, Matthew couldn't help but smile on his face.

He also wanted to see how those who were bewitched would react and change under his "watch".

Half an hour later.

A slight light appeared in front of the originally dark place.

Yaya and Orianna, who had long been bored, jumped over happily.

Matthew also squinted his eyes, activated the combat program of the Thunder Magic Armor, activated the flamethrower on his back, and flew into the distance in a flash.

Yaya blinked blankly, then immediately reacted and accelerated forward with a smile.

Matthew rushed into the huge ball of light and was greeted by a large ball of scorching flames.

Bang!

A violent explosion suddenly spread, and the extremely lethal flames did not cause any damage to the Thunder Magic Armor.

The surging lightning shield only sent out a few ripples, and then calmed down quickly.

Before Matthew could look around, a huge dark object pierced over.

It is a five-meter-long rotating metal cone wrapped with sharp, bright silver threaded ribbons.

With a "buzzing" sound, the huge drill bit flew in front of Matthew.

Matthew, who was quite surprised, looked at the strange yet familiar object in front of him and was about to dodge.

A line of bright red words appeared in front of his eyes:

"Foolish humans, accept destruction!"

The flame jet backpack on his back suddenly burst into scorching fire, pushing Matthew towards the drill.

The lightning shield originally used for protection suddenly disappeared.

This strange change made Matthew's eyes widen.

call!

The fatal drill pierced right in front of his eyes!

"interesting!"

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Matthew looked at the fixed scenes around him. The surging power of time had enveloped the entire surroundings.

The figure that attacked him also appeared in the afterglow of the fire.

The ferocious and tattered steel body was dotted with large broken holes.

From time to time, firelight bloomed, and the sparks solidified in the sky, as if they had a real form.

It has a partial resemblance to Death 3000, and is obviously a combat puppet.

However, what is different from ordinary combat puppets is that there are many strange lines and parts sprouting from the wounds in its body.

Especially its head with an exaggerated and ferocious smile gave Matthew the feeling of facing a living person.

"Rebellion-Death God 2000 modification, challenge level 20+ (elite)!"

A "renegade" battle puppet?

A flash of realization flashed in Matthew's eyes.

He understood the purpose of the Guhuo sect and who the evil god behind it was.

Matthew looked at the light red words on the battle helmet display and understood what had happened to the Thunder Magic Armor.

He reached out his hand and pressed it on the side of the battle helmet.

The combat auxiliary control core was crushed, and his entire body slowly floated upwards, arriving in front of the Renegade Death 2000.

Snap!

The power of time disappears!

The ferocious face of Renegade Death 2000 showed an anthropomorphic look of astonishment.

Then, a surging thunder hit its strange head hard.

The last thing its two scarlet eyes saw was a ferocious sword with dense serrations!

One sword kills the head!

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