Sister is missing, black technology slaughters all races

Chapter 51: The peak of the ninth level, the spiritual storm.

The creator of these micro-mechanical creations is Lin Chen, and the device that blocks the void also comes from him.

For those martial arts masters, it might be difficult to enter and exit the void.

It can even be said that once you go in, you can't get out, and once you come out, don't even think about getting in again.

However, everything seems easy for those micro-mechanical creations.

With just one command from the super artificial intelligence Protoss, those creations will be like an orchestra receiving a gentle wave of the baton.

In an instant, they completed the coordinated actions accurately and cooperated tacitly into the void.

The entire operation process was as smooth as a perfect symphony.

At this moment, in the central areas of major cities around the world, a huge screen of Lin Chen is projected in front of him.

Like playing hide-and-seek, sometimes hiding and sometimes appearing.

A moment ago, there was a pitch-black screen in front of my eyes, as if it swallowed up all the light.

The next moment, clear surveillance came suddenly like dawn, strongly impacting people's visual nerves.

Then, the screen went black again.

Just like that, the picture...black screen...picture...black screen...continued to flicker back and forth.

Faced with this ever-changing light and shadow show, the people present felt as if their eyes were being blown by sand in the wind, causing them to feel unbearable soreness.

Some people try to reduce stimulation by squinting, as if briefly covering their tired eyes with a layer of veil and taking the opportunity to steal a little peace.

Some people choose to completely lower their heads and avoid it, as if they are praying devoutly, waiting for the moment when the battle will finally be settled.

Of course, there are also some people with firm and sharp eyes.

Not only did he not flinch due to the frequent screen switching, but he widened his eyes and locked onto the screen like an eagle hunting.

Let the light and shadow dance wildly, and never allow any detail to slip away from your eyes.

Concentration and persistence seem to be declaring to the world.

Even if your vision is bombarded with crazy things, you must be the most loyal witness of this visual feast, this alternative battle between the ninth grade and ordinary people.

As time passed, they were the first to notice the abnormality of Isaac, the ninth-rank strongman, and found that his face became increasingly ugly.

In the void, hundreds and thousands of micro machines were destroyed in a moment, but the next moment, more of them appeared again.

Continuous and never-ending.

A few minutes later, Isaac, the ninth-rank warrior, was panting angrily, with veins popping out on his forehead.

"Asshole! Come out if you dare! What's the point of hiding behind me?"

But unfortunately, provocation was of no use to Lin Chen.

He didn't even want to pay any attention to the crude plot that he could see through with just a glance.

After a moment, Isaac's heart was burning with anger. He clenched his teeth and a low roar vibrated in his chest.

"Damn it! I want to see how deep you hide!"

"Get out of here! Psycho Storm! Ha!"

When that majestic shout and roar sounded, thousands of strands of mental power spread over hundreds of miles.

It was like a wild beast that was awakened, instantly falling into frenzy and agitation.

The void was immediately filled with a creepy and dangerous atmosphere.

Then, in the blink of an eye, this mental power seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Rotation, convergence, compression...

It transformed into a storm sphere filled with destructive power, suspended in the void.

Quietly gathering, undercurrent surging, gathering strength ready to go.

Like a taut bowstring, waiting for the moment to release a shocking blow.

In the next moment, the storm sphere suddenly erupted like a volcano. The spiritual energy was like a flood bursting through a dam, pouring madly in all directions.

It was like a void bomb that hit the depths of the soul directly and exploded.

Amid the deafening explosion, the heaven and earth were shaken, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the mental shock wave spread rapidly like ripples, spreading out in circles.

Wherever it passed, everything trembled.

The invisible spiritual fluctuations were like substance, surging in all directions, tearing and distorting the surrounding space.

The violent mental shock spread like a tide, unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, its influence increased from the initial hundred miles to a thousand miles, and then to tens of thousands of miles.

In this vast void area swept by the spiritual storm, there are billions, even tens of billions of micro-mechanical creations.

It was as if there was a sudden power outage and in an instant it lost all contact with the outside world, fell into deathly silence, and fell to an unknown place.

However, in this brief gap when there was still a breath of air, an astonishing scene took place.

Billions of similar mechanical creatures were like a swarm of bees that had smelled their prey.

From a more distant marginal position, rush forward without hesitation to the core of the mysterious spiritual storm.

Sharp tracks were drawn in the void, forming a torrent of steel.

Among the surging mechanical army, there is still a small number of machines that display unique division of labor and cooperation.

Like a "medic" on the battlefield, they can accurately lock onto those "companions" who have just been damaged by mental shock, and quickly, efficiently and effectively carry out positioning and recovery operations.

These "rescuers" shuttled through the chaotic airspace, deftly avoiding the raging energy fluctuations.

With extremely efficient and precise movements, the damaged "companion" was safely sent back to the rear, waiting to be repaired and reborn.

This is the case with mechanical bodies or mechanical creations. As long as they are not completely destroyed, they can still create new value.

Whether restarting and repairing, or going back to the drawing board, we can always return to this world in an unexpected way.

On the other side, in the vast and boundless void, a group of eighth-grade grandmasters were obsessed with bombarding the space barrier with a variety of tricks.

Almost at the same moment, a trace of paleness flashed across his face.

At this moment, their heads were dizzy and their spirits seemed to be hit by an invisible hammer.

Under the sudden and severe impact, they all suffered varying degrees of mental damage.

One after another, figures fell like meteors.

But these were, after all, eighth-grade grandmasters. After a few breaths, they quickly recovered, stabilized their bodies, and flew back again.

"Damn it! Who is it?"

"This is a mental shock! Who is attacking us?"

"Damn it! Why is there another troublemaker?"

"..."

After cursing a few words, many eighth-grade grandmasters rushed to the source of the mental attack with great momentum, vowing to demand an explanation.

However, after a few breaths.

When Isaac's figure emerged from the core of the invisible mental storm.

The faces of the eight-rank grandmasters instantly turned pale like autumn leaves hit by frost.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was facing a giant beast that could devour him at any time.

Several suppressed exclamations suddenly burst out.

"Oh my god! Nine...nine...ninth grade?"

(End of this chapter)