Milo rushed out of the skylight.
It is neither flying according to the rules of fluids like birds, nor rising by the density difference of gas. Some kind of force pulled every cell of his body evenly, pushing him at high speed over a hundred meters into the air.
The brain suffered a temporary anemia due to drastic changes in the environment. Immediately, the heartbeat began to be forcibly accelerated by external forces, and the oxygen supply efficiency instantly increased to more than ten times.
He had a special feeling.
If it were an ordinary person, the signal transmitted from the receptors to the brain center would probably be called "pain". But that thing hadn't existed for him since childhood. Those are just a few of the many values that need proper reference.
His thoughts continued to expand, and at first he could only focus on about five meters around him. Then the range rapidly expanded, and its limit exceeded a thousand meters in an instant.
It is not vision, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, but it is also different from what the ancient vinayas call "consciousness."
Rather than saying it is a "sixth sense", it is better to call it "idea power" - as long as it is within this perception range, you can create any force in any direction and position you want. In fact, raising your palms is not a necessary procedure at all, it is just a habit developed to concentrate your mind.
"Oh, if I had opened this restriction earlier, I wouldn't have let that marble fly past..."
He chuckled dryly to himself.
Then, like a soap bubble exploding, he "heard" the moment one of his brain cells dissolved.
That was the countdown to his death.
Although he clearly understood this consciously, to be honest, he didn't feel the slightest bit sad in his heart. That, like pain, is negative feedback that has been rejected from the design concept level.
Is this mechanism good or bad? He used his spare time to think about it. Since he didn't understand the horror of death, he certainly had no motivation to fight against it. All function calling departments are of a command nature. If there is no commander...
——If no one "winds up the clockwork".
He looked down. The entrance is a dense honeycomb-like building complex. It was painted in different colors for aesthetic reasons, but it still retains the neat geometric structure, which reminds people of the texture on the surface of a woven bag from a distance.
In the entire sophisticated network, the warehouse roof with its lotus skylight looks like a very inconspicuous stain.
Generally speaking, this is the rational warehouse inside Gate City. Because in principle no supernatural effects are allowed to be close to precision instruments, even the space door mechanism is prohibited, and all areas are composed of ordinary rooms and doors.
But that's only in principle. Based on his understanding of the owner of the gate city, as long as it does not harm his own interests, even if someone creates a black hole behind the purchased gate, he will not be interfered with. What's more, as a former magic net mage, that guy naturally has a bit of indifference to rational matters. It is for this reason that the Red Lotus scholars of the Silence School use this place as their base.
Thinking of this, he habitually controlled his muscles to smile.
"Still the same arrogance..."
After activating the twelve visual enhancement rituals on the inner side of the retina, the color and brightness in his vision changed. He clearly saw a handsome young man standing on the street outside the warehouse. He was surrounded by lizard demons, but he was not attacked at all. All the lizard demons and dragons stood honestly in place, and Milo could even observe the peaceful and peaceful smiles on their faces.
The young man at the street corner raised his head and met his eyes nearly a thousand meters away.
"Eh? Does the Yongguang Clan still have this kind of specialization?"
But it could also be some kind of acquired magic or blessing. He felt a little curious, but he was not worried that the other party would pursue him - because the use of space technology in the Lishi Inner Harbor was officially prohibited, and the building structure here was too dense. If the opponent changes the prototype, the effect is equivalent to a running child breaking into a paper house.
A blast of fire shot out of the warehouse skylight.
Milo moved his gaze away. After the threshold limit was lifted, his thinking speed was more than a hundred times faster than usual. Although his head was processing all kinds of information, in reality it was only eight and a half seconds before he escaped from the warehouse.
Ancient laws often have some inexplicable obsession with the originality of sex. Even if they can undergo physical transformation and transformation at no cost, they still attach great importance to the body they were born in. Although this is a common phenomenon, Milo is actually not 100% sure. After all, his opponent's left arm is not original.
Judging from the turbulent pupils of the other party's Caiyan, he knew that he had guessed correctly - or maybe the other party didn't care about repairing the ship's ornaments, but simply wanted to kill him.
He immediately fled towards the building further away.
Huo Yun's speed was almost the same as his, and even faster than him. When the building was still fifty meters away from him, he could already feel the burning on his back. Then the red wind fell from the sky, and the opponent stood in front of him and the building.
Mi** smiled bitterly twice.
"Hey, are you so serious about this? Why don't you jump into my obvious trap?"
The young man in red looked at him coldly.
"Yes, you caught me," the other party said, "but your ashes were raised by me. Is it all worth it?"
"Where did you learn this..."
Milo raised the wooden box in his hand. He noticed that the other person's eyes followed the movement of his hand.
He laughed.
"Wow, it turns out it's true! Should I say it's the nature of a saint, or is it obsessive-compulsive disorder? You Chi County are all absolutely crazy when it comes to protecting mortals. I originally thought that only the 'magic sword' was A special case. But having said that, don’t you think the world is quite unfair? You are obviously in the same situation as that half-lizard, but in the end you act like a purebred - no, your way of speaking is not good Did you learn it from the other side?”
The young man in red raised his right hand indifferently. However, before the green stars in the sky pounced on Milo, the young man's left arm began to twitch unnaturally.
——A long time ago, Milo had already made it clear that his ability was not good at dealing with ancient laws.
A psychic family whose specialty is "breaking magic", the design from blueprint to training is to "attack and kill the magic network mage" as the goal, which means that in the concept of that planet, the concept of "irrational things" has changed from one to the other. It never existed to begin with.
Elves like Night Dire that materialize themselves to attack can still be dealt with, but the body of the boy in red is essentially a "visualized divine mind." It cannot be understood, cannot be observed, and does not exist within the scope of perception. Therefore, it unreasonably destroys the basic laws of the use of willpower. The other person seemed to be integrated into the space.
If the battle with the Magic Network Mage is still about comparing numerical values and attributes, then the boy in red is his natural nemesis. No matter how high the value is, hitting the opponent is like multiplying your efforts by zero. If the gap of this "nature" cannot be bridged, his defeat will only be a matter of time.
"——Fortunately, you are not a complete ancient law."
The left arm of the boy in red suddenly jumped up and strangled his neck as if he wanted to kill his master. Milo waved his hands and yanked the mechanical arm grabbed by his mind towards the ground. Then he pulled up several buildings on the ground and threw them at each other. Those heavy metal giants crashed in the air, enclosing the red cloud like an iron cage, and were then squeezed into a ball of spherical scrap metal by the violent external force.
He threw the metal ball that gathered five warehouse building materials far away, and then the sky-high fire and thick smoke poured out from it.
The metal ball exploded with a bang, and a cloud of fire swept hundreds of meters straight towards him. Milo immediately rushed forward without looking back. It was a pitch-black building made up of countless cube modules. When he got closer, it would automatically break apart, revealing the aircraft parking area inside.
He passed straight through it, and the scorching wind touched the back of his neck again. Just before the flames reached him, he barely passed the edge of the building, and then waved his backhand.
The module returns to its original position in an instant. The fire wind that almost caught him was suppressed by the seamless wall of nylon alloy.
Milo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the dark, cage-like building.
"Sorry, actually, I have half of the control over this city..."
There was a loud explosion inside the building, and countless green sparks poured out from the gaps in the modules.
So he shut his mouth, turned around and rushed towards another controllable space ejection platform.
