The black disc flew steadily in the air. Its area was about the size of five football fields.
If it was shrunk countless times, its overall appearance was similar to the black pieces in Go.
The demonic beast that flew toward the black disc was more than twice the size of the black disc.
It was a bird-shaped demonic beast with a cockscomb and a sharp beak.
The black disc and the bird-shaped demonic beast flew toward each other. Neither showed any signs of avoiding.
Judging by the difference in size, the black disc should be more sensible and take the initiative to avoid.
After all, the difference between the two was like the difference between a car and a truck.
The black disc was a small car. Normally, if it encountered a truck head-on, its first reaction would be to change direction and avoid.
But that was not the case.
Facing the bird-shaped demonic beast, the black disc not only did not slow down or change direction, it even showed signs of accelerating.
On the surface of the black disc, there were a lot of air holes.
The wind that gushed out from the pores converged together to support the black disc's driving force.
Just like that, the black disc crashed into the bird-shaped Demonic Beast.
And the bird-shaped demonic beast was not easy to deal with. Although the black disc did not look like food, it did not mind hitting the black disc.
The demonic beast's neck was as long as an ostrich's. It shrank back and was accumulating power.
It planned to hit the black disc in front of it with its beak.
Whoosh!
The demonic beast's neck suddenly bent forward, driving the black beak to stab the black disc.
However, the expected strike of the black disc did not happen. Instead, the beak was shattered by the rebounding force.
The remaining force spread to the demonic beast's neck. In an instant, countless wounds were torn open on its long neck. Blood spurted out from the wounds.
The black disc crashed its neck into the demonic beast's body.
Without even a whimper, the bird-shaped demonic beast lost its life and fell to the ground.
Large amounts of blood poured down like a downpour of rain.
It was like hitting a stone with an egg.
However, the black disc was a stone, and the larger bird-shaped demonic beast was an egg.
After hitting the demonic beast, the black disc flew forward without changing its trajectory.
From the surface of the black disc, only the air holes of unknown diameter could be seen. It was difficult to find the exit.
This black disc was the masked man's [transportation tool].
With the combination of various metals and the [Core Energy], even a flying Demon Beast that was several times larger than the black disc couldn't destroy it.
Other than the airspace around the World Tree, the black disc could basically move unhindered in most of the airspace in the Darkness Continent.
There was plenty of space inside the black disc.
There was no passageway, nor was there a large number of rooms. There was only a pure, huge internal space.
Unlike the outside, the inside of the black disc was bright white.
However, the walls and even the ground had straight black lines.
They were spread all over the only huge internal space of the black disc. Like breathing lamps, they were sometimes dim and sometimes glowing. They were very similar to the patterns of the ancient labyrinth cities.
On the walls, there were quite a few partitions. Some of them were enclosed on all sides, while some were left open on three sides, forming a semi-sealed space.
Other than that, other things were rarely seen in the space. Other than the terrifyingly abundant space, there were also skinny humanoids wearing white masks.
The masks on each humanoid's face were all imprinted with different patterns.
There were insects, beasts, and even birds and fish.
The patterns were all different. The details of the structure were also slightly different from that of regular animals and plants.
Other than that, each humanoid's figure was also different.
They were very much like patients with severe anorexia. There was no skinniest, only skinnier.
In an open space with extremely dense black lines, a dozen of the skinniest masked men were gathered in a circle.
The ground where they were standing showed the image below the black disc. Looking at it closely, they seemed to be standing on a piece of transparent glass.
But in fact, the bottom of the black disc was a large number of air holes, not a piece of transparent glass.
One of the masked men had many red dots on his thin, rod-like arm that was exposed to the air.
He raised his arm and placed it in front of his eyes.
Around him, the other masked men looked at his arm.
One of the red dots slowly left his arm and flew into the sky like a bubble rising from the water.
Seeing the red dot floating, the mask on the masked man's face cracked open, revealing a red light.
"Death Pattern."
He said so.
After a moment, he said again, "Holy Land."
Finally, he said again, "Restorer."
The masked men nearby watched him silently. In the distance, even the masked men on the partition were watching him from afar.
After that, there was no more sound.
The black disc flew steadily into the distance.
That direction was to the underground ruins.
.....
The underground ruins.
The buildings were scattered around. Without the figure of the bronze mechanical life, the place became much more spacious.
A wave of twisting black smoke slowly flew into the ruins.
It seemed to move with the wind, wandering aimlessly above the ruins.
If someone familiar with the Black Cat's ability was here, they would definitely think that the black smoke was the Black Cat.
The ruins covered a large area. With the speed of the black smoke's movement, it would not be able to go around the entire ruins in a short time.
And the black smoke obviously did not plan to go around the ruins. After wandering for a while, it slowly landed on a low building.
A black vertical eye suddenly appeared from the black smoke, quietly staring at the barren ruins in front of it.
This was the Gatekeeper Clan's Coo. It was also the old immortal of the Gatekeeper Clan, known as the strongest in the clan.
She stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.
Inside the underground ruins, the scarecrow that was torn apart by the firepower was restored to its original state in a breath.
"That's the type I hate the most." Graham's voice came from the cockpit.
"Things like this, if you can't kill it, you might as well stuff it into Hornby's fridge."
"This is not funny at all."
Everyone looked at the scarecrow at the other end of the passage.
The murderous intent that was almost tangible rushed toward them, showing an extremely strong hostility.
"Speaking of which, we didn't provoke him first, right? Why do I feel like we have become the scarecrow's enemies? "
"Who knows."
At this moment, the scarecrow moved again.
Palm-sized crows flew out of his body and flocked toward Bujand's group.
Looking at the incoming flock of crows, other than Graham, the others did not move at all.
Graham's extended muzzle once again shot out tongues of flame. The psychic bullets intertwined and easily tore apart the crows, then bombarded the scarecrow's body, tearing it into pieces again.
A moment later, the clothes gathered together again, and the scarecrow returned to its original state.
This time, Graham did not wait for the scarecrow to move. Another series of psychic bullets tore the scarecrow apart.
Just like that, the cycle repeated for more than ten times before Graham finally stopped.
However, the scarecrow still returned to its original state.
"What do we do?" Graham asked.
No one spoke. They were also thinking about this problem.
At this time, fine scratches suddenly appeared on the surface of Graham's cockpit, and the three members of the Fire Department who were standing on the firepower output platform were silently split into a dozen pieces and scattered on the firepower platform.
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