After yesterday's battle, Turing quickly recovered from the state of gray fox to the image of a reporter from the Fire Fox Niet. The war messenger in front of him did not know him. Of course, even Turing in the state of gray fox, he did not know him.

Looking at the messenger from afar, Turing smiled strangely:

"Are you here to find a scorpion?"

"Where is he? What the hell happened here? Why was Carles City destroyed? I have important information to convey to him in person."

When the messenger heard the name of the fishy scorpion, the messenger's attitude was much more relaxed, and he asked in a row of inquiries.

"Steal Scorpion, you may not have time now. You can tell me directly and I will convey it."

"This is a highly confidentiality ordered by the son of Banga himself, and only the superior sects can know about your position in the sect..."

"Since that's the case, I can only take you to see the Scorpion."

"It's good that you know, it's important, you can't delay..."

Bang.

With a muffled sound, the messenger fell to the ground.

Looking at the little black syndicate who knocked him out without saying anything, Turing sighed:

"Why go inside and suffer from torture?"

...

A few minutes later.

"Is the Mengtuo Highland...the hydra worms are still reliable."

The "divine artifact", that is, the ghosts are plagued by thousands of ghosts, are not in this city at all, but have been transferred to the "holy city" of the root sect in the center of the northwest with a pagan prisoner. The so-called divine artifact news is just a bait news deliberately released by the Scorpion who determined that Thousand Faces would appear in the City of Carles. Although Turing was not fooled, because he spent so much effort, the greater significance was to find out the secrets of Wu Zifei.

This is the information obtained from the Scorpion, and the messenger brought more information about Yangat to Turing:

At this moment, Mengtuo, the "holy city" is carrying out emergency armaments, gathering troops from the cities "recovered" by various sects, that is, those congregations who have successfully passed the trial and become soldiers of the sect of Roots, and the "Sons of Roots" who were sent out to guard the city, that is, members of senior cadres.

The purpose is naturally to attack the Mengtuo Highlands occupied by the members of World Shuyuan and launch a decisive general attack.

The World Tree drove away the Mikton Federation to occupy the northwest of Bangjia nearly a month ago. The split occurred three weeks ago. Yan Jiat waited for three weeks to completely solve the problem of the Hibis and others. In addition to the combat power of the demon god's promotion, it also has to consider various factors such as its own strength, the threat from the Southern Wu Heavy Industry, the possible return of the Mikton Federation, and even the city-state under its command.

But in Turing's view, there is only one possibility to launch a general attack on the World Tree Original Division at this time and prepare to complete the reunification of the northwest -

The guy felt that he could move all the ghosts.

In this way, Turing could roughly guess the identity of the prisoner, that he was a swimming fish.

Because in the entire organization, only the swimming fish can hold the lower-level evil cage hand, which is the only possibility that it can activate the entanglement of all ghosts.

During the interrogation of the war messenger, Turing once again heard the name called "Bugman".

In the sect of roots, this is a mysterious Banga scholar who exists as Yangat's most loyal scientific researcher. The transformation of the promoter of the wild teeth was made by this man, although in Turing's view, it was just a clumsy imitation of his knowledge.

"The decisive battle...that is, we have to rush to this place called Mengtuo immediately..."

The little genius who learned about the general situation was lost.

What does a decisive battle on the battlefield mean? It would be the most tragic battle.

As for the combined forces of several cities in the northwest, the rebels may have the ability to challenge any force on the battlefield at this moment.

"Mr. Thousand Faces, we really want..."

"It's not something you need to worry about, Oli. And, things aren't as bad as you think."

Turing glanced at Olicia who was worried on the side, and a large number of grids ejected from the outgoing phantom limbs, and the holographic projection constructed the war map northwest of Banga.

“We’re here now.”

In the hinterland of the northwest, an arrow pointing down from the sky appeared in the vast desert with a flat horse. It was the city of Carles where the Turings and the others were now.

"It only takes half a day to reach here with our speed. In the northwest of Banga, there are five cities outside of Monto and Carles. These troops seem to be very strong, but..."

A large number of small dots appeared on the map, flowing to the center of Mengtuo City, gathered and headed to the Mengtuo Highland east of Montmorillon, and fought with the shuihe and others. At this time, a large number of stings broke out from the battlefield, sweeping all the enemy troops into nothing.

"Is this...the seedlings delivered by the World Tree?" Olicia's eyes lit up.

There are seven cities in the northwest, except for Carles, six. The troops of the six cities look terrifying, but as long as Mr. Gray Fox takes over the World Tree, the entire army will only be cleaned up in an instant.

In addition, active shells are also a way to interfere with the battlefield. For the rebels, active fluctuations are the best weapon. Turing did not forget the sweetness he tasted in the Battle of the Madon Rift.

There are many ways, but this is not what Turing is worried about.

What he was worried about was the people hiding behind the rebels.

"It will take as soon as one or two days for Yanjiat to gather troops. We will still implement the original plan. We will stay here for one more day and then head straight to the Monto Heights."

"During this day, we will try our best to summarize all the previous actual combat data and maximize the growth of Shagara and Nortes. At the same time, we will contain other demon weapons in the city and capture more wild animals. We need more troops."

Looking at Turing, who was thinking with his head down, Olicia's eyes flashed slightly.

"That... Mr. Qianwei. Are you okay?"

Turing looked up: "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"I'm about to face the people who steal your knowledge achievements..."

Turing smiled slightly when he heard the little genius answer:

"There is no point in getting too much anger. Besides... you forgot what I said, Oli."

"Things like knowledge cannot be stolen."

The Type 2 of the Ghosts is Turing's most powerful weapon, but that was before entering Puniska.

This armor has too many limitations, and the most troublesome of them is the carrying problem, which is also a certain disadvantage of medium-sized tactical weapons. Therefore, like the insect nest, which has a nanostructure and underlying structure, two small cadres could barely compete with the second type in the battle of the central exhibition. This easy-to-carry and powerful combat system is slightly envious of Turing.

However, Wu Zifei's Death Death Armor [Frozen Light Mist] gave Turing some new research conjectures.

An armor that will move with you.

At that time, the fox with two big tails in the training room was cold all over, looking around vigilantly, letting out a threatening roar.

...

...

...

Hot, dry.

And slightly cracked lips.

Wu Zifei suddenly opened her eyes and woke up suddenly. After a moment of being stunned, she instantly touched her legs and was about to get up when she was startled. An electronic voice came from beside her:

"The thing is still there, I've tested it, no problem."

She looked at the source of the sound, a war messenger in the armor of the executioner was sitting on a rusty iron chair.

"You saved me?"

“My code is 012.”

After the projection sprayed from the other party's chest showed his identity, Wu Zifei breathed a sigh of relief and found that she was in a dilapidated tent at the moment. The hot and dazzling sunlight shone straight through the gaps in the thick tent, illuminating the sleeping bag where she was lying on her bed at this moment.

The signal transmitter of the gun of Damage is set aside.

A large number of bite marks and shallow traces of sharp claws tearing appeared on the surface of the death penalty, and there were trace signs of electronic paralysis in the back of the brain, but the overall situation was still intact.

"Wait, Carles City..."

"Half of the city of Garles was destroyed, and a powerful individual appeared there, and a battle occurred with the highest leader of the local World Tree. Some of the previous intelligence was correct, and there was a split inside the World Tree, and they were in a civil war."

Memories gradually surged into my heart, and a large number of clues were flowing through Wu Zifei's mind, and she suddenly looked up:

"Thousand faces... are Thousand faces!!"

The war messenger on the opposite side moved his head slightly, and it seemed that he was frowning below:

"Why are you sure it's him?"

"That madman... the supreme leader of the local World Tree, the one named Scorpion, said that he detected someone invading his base. He suspected that it was Thousand Faces... Thousand Faces have disappeared for a long time, and now if the World Tree is really in a civil strife, then the powerful individual you are talking about must be Thousand Faces... Where is he?! Where has he gone?! Where are we now?!"

Faced with Wu Zifei's excited inquiry, the war messenger was silent for a moment, took out his terminal and showed the contents to Wu Zifei. The latter's eyes widened—

A ten-meter-high giant beast collided with a huge mechanical sand scorpion and slammed together. The explosion of machinery and the roar of the giant beast intertwined. Every time the battle was a howling hurricane and the stirring of sand and dust. A large number of buildings were destroyed in this battle, and countless civilians were buried in the ruins and evaporated instantly by the impact of high temperature. Wu Zifei clenched his fists in an instant-

"What's this……"

"One is the highest leader of the local area, that is, the fishy scorpion you mentioned. The other... is the Thousand Faces you guessed."

"Where is he?!Where is he now!"

"Calm down, he's no longer here."

"Here?" Wu Zifei was stunned, "We are still in Carles?"

"This is under a sand dune around Carles City. I have just arrived here less than two days ago. Today a small convoy left Carles City. I went to the city to check. Qianmian is no longer here."

"What did I missed... Damn! I almost..."

"This is not your fault. You have to know that your assassination target was to defeat the terrorists of the Night Walking Mobile Team head-only at the end of our mission. We fought alone in the insect nest and were still the Nine Crafts of Yezhou at that time. Wu Huanyu was even destroyed by one blow..."

Noting the sudden sharp attention of the opponent's armor, the war messenger stopped:
To be continued...