Every hundred feet away in front, there is a large steel pillar, which is like a defensive barrier that is built up like a sky. The rotating steel turret in the large steel pillar seems to be a high-heat weapon.

Take one shot and change another turret and let the other cool down. The power of the shell must be extremely extraordinary.

However, at this moment, a long-distance light shone on Zhou Zhiwei at the bottom of the steel pillar with a diameter of about ten meters. At the same time, the vigorous and powerful voice also came from it.

"I want to go to the battlefield to see it."

Zhou Zhiwei directly explained his purpose, because it is not prohibited to enter and exit the battlefield at any time. Although the surroundings seem empty at this time, not no one is entering and leaving the battlefield, but it seems a bit scattered.

There are all marble floors here, and perhaps after years of trampling, they appear harder and thicker.

There were many pools of blood on the road, as well as traces of the wheels of the chariots and various mechas passing by. Perhaps it was covered by the blood dripping from the armor on the body, and the small footprints did not appear to be so many.

Zhou Zhiwei felt the smell of blood just by looking at it, which should be very strong. Fortunately, he is just a robot and does not have a respiratory lung system.

"Boy, are you a freshman?"

At this time, the voice came from under the steel cylinder. It was obvious that the person who spoke before had already come down. The figure looked very short, but he ran towards Zhou Zhiwei very quickly.

It seemed as if it was driven by the water flow to rush towards Zhou Zhiwei. Zhou Zhiwei discovered it when the figure came in.

There was really a stream of water under the old man. Perhaps because he had slipped all the way, the clear and transparent water ball that looked like jelly was inevitably stained with some blood stains.

"Boy, if you ask you, this is not the place where your newborns can come now. If you are infected by evil spirits, you will be disabled even if you don't die."

Seeing that Zhou Zhiwei did not move, the short old man began to persuade: "Even if there is anything urgent, if you want to enter the battlefield, it will take some time to come. The blood moon will come, and the evil spirits on the battlefield are soaring, which is not a place where people can stay now."

"I know, thanks to the tower guards for their persuasion."

Zhou Zhiwei replied that he also learned about this matter from military network information that evil spirits, to put it bluntly, are the spirits of dead souls fighting on the battlefield. If they bump into it, they will have an impact on their own cultivation and may be more likely to be infected with blood poison.

However, Zhou Zhiwei is just a mechanical body, and he is afraid of wool. However, his relationship still needs to be responded to: "Don't worry, I'm fine, just go and go back..." "Bagged old man, just let him go, why do you care about other people's business? Do you still have fewer recruits who want to go out to pick up cheap?"

Before Zhou Zhiwei could finish his words, there seemed to be someone in the tower, and his obedient tone was probably an old man.

"You old man, hurry up and go to your sleep, or I will stay there!"

The short old man obviously didn't like the old man calling him the short old man, and the reply was quite loud, which made some soldiers who were going to the battlefield to cause trouble under the reflection of the blood moon, unable to help but pull their heads to look here.

"What are you looking at? A bunch of poor people are rushing to die."

The short old man standing in front of Zhou Zhiwei's eyes also got angry. He shook the cloth clothes on his body and turned away: "Boy, look at the changes in the blood mist. Don't go to places where the blood mist flows quickly..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

The voice gradually faded away, Zhou Zhiwei gathered his mind and ran to the fort. There were a few people wearing masks around him. He looked back at Zhou Zhiwei, with a look of playfulness.

"New recruits, come down and have fun!"

The soldiers who had been replaced with war armor jumped down like dumplings, with blood mist below, and rows of sharp thorns and jagged barbs arranged on them.

It seemed that the measures were taken to be attacked by the wild beast tide, and the soldiers were familiar with the serrated edge, like grasshoppers, and some even retreated directly towards Zhou Zhiwei, and laughed at him when they had time.

"I'm not so scared that I dare not jump down, right?"

"I guess my feet are weak, hahaha..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         �

This is not the main thing. Zhou Zhiwei felt that there was a steel machine under his feet. He looked at the length of the opening of the defensive barrier. How big is this huge steel machine?

Because the saw tooth below made Zhou Zhiwei unable to solve how the chariot came up. It was impossible that the armors stood below and lifted the chariots up. They returned from fighting in blood. No one should hurry to the house and rest.

Do you still ask others to stop and help you?

This made Zhou Zhiwei use his spiritual sense to detect it. After exploring it, it was full of metal machinery, the huge iron shoe plate and the sliding mechanical arm.

This performance, this quality, the metals in this world and the creation and manufacturing are simply beyond Zhou Zhiwei's imagination.

When can I take this off myself...                                                           �

Zhou Zhiwei felt that he had thought a little far, and the key now is the employees.

Without employees, it is difficult to speed up the speed of land reclamation. The slowdown in the speed of land reclamation means that the improvement of imagination will also slow down. The slowdown in imagination also means that one's own transformation will slow down, which means that one's strength will slow down... Zhou Zhiwei jumped down and jumped down, and a few jumped into the blood mist.

Actually, it is not very high, and it is only about ten meters away from the ground.

But the blood-colored mist on the ground one or two meters is indeed a bit thick.

Zhou Zhiwei looked around and saw that his visibility was only about ten meters. At this time, a green light began to appear in his pupils, and red lines were mixed in the green light.

The surrounding terrain characteristics began to be clearly visible in front of Zhou Zhiwei's eyes.

Zhou Zhiwei felt something was missing, so he spread his spiritual consciousness.

Only the spiritual consciousness can sense the soul. At this time, Zhou Zhiwei's spiritual consciousness can spread for dozens of times, but he still spreads slowly.

Because when he recalled the big-mouthed pig, it seemed that there was something wrong with talking.

I wonder if I can survive this kind of discovery?

But if you can avoid it, try to avoid it.

Just as his spiritual sense dispersed, Zhou Zhiwei not only felt it, but also saw it.

Soul, a piece of soul is floating in the sky.

But they all seemed unconscious, with empty eyes, slightly opened mouth, and broken parts on their soul body. The traces of repair, connection, and patchwork were like plastered dolls that were torn.

There were also some limbs that seemed to have been bitten off, which were only connected to the body of the soul by a thin thread, and they were treated quickly.

These scenes made Zhou Zhiwei, who came to this planet, perform very casually, frown.

Deep in my heart, huge waves appeared.

Are these souls going to be repaired and taken away by others?

Who is collecting the soul?
Chapter completed!