Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 191 Divine Might Like a Prison, Unable to Resist

The mechanical Vermilion Bird spread its wings and soared above Baiyue. Its massive body, more than ten meters long, carried six people as it traversed the azure sky that had not yet been polluted by the world.

Mo Yu sat alone at the head of the Vermilion Bird, his black robes fluttering in the wind, and unusually, he held a bottle of wine in his hand.

He, who has never liked drinking, picked up his gourd, took a small sip, and offered a toast to the beautiful landscape beneath his feet.

He had flown before, but the experience of flying in the Suzaku machine was completely different from that of a modern airplane.

Airplanes are cold steel cages, tightly encasing fragile humans. With every tremor, the helpless fear in our hearts repeatedly tells us of humanity's insignificance.

Mo Yu had never liked that feeling before, so after taking it a few times, he preferred to take the high-speed rail rather than fly again.

The mechanical Vermilion Bird, however, is different. Beneath its wooden frame and metal wings, the wind howls and clouds brush against your face, bringing the agility and grandeur of the world to your senses without reservation.

A strong wind blew his black robe, and cold clouds brushed against his cheeks.

He sat alone on the not-so-sturdy sparrow's head. Each flap of his wings felt to him like the swaying of a carousel. He wasn't worried about falling off.

Even a hundred feet in the air was nothing to him at this moment.

Whether using esoteric techniques or relying on his control over his own strength, he can deflect force by leaping through the air several times and ensure that he lands safely and unharmed.

This ability to control things that he couldn't control in the past made Mo Yu truly feel his own power!

This made him even more addicted to it and unable to extricate himself.

Take another sip; the wine is slightly bitter, but as it goes down your throat, it transforms into a warm sensation that flows down your chest and into your heart.

In a slightly tipsy haze, the magnificent beauty of the mountains and rivers unfolds before my eyes.

Not because of the wine, but for this beautiful land.

The towering mountains unfold like a scroll painting, and the flowing rivers meander like silver ribbons. These scenes transform into a wisp of true meaning, quietly merging into the sea of ​​consciousness, making that illusory 'human world' even more real.

At this moment, a sudden impulse surged in Mo Yu's heart.

He longed to break free from his constraints, to soar through the clouds and mist, to fly freely in the heavens and touch the boundless sky.

However, this impulse was quickly extinguished by reality.

This body cultivates the internal energy of the Mohist school. Although the heroes have fixed the 'Central Palace' of Feng Hou Qi Men in his sea of ​​consciousness, allowing him to use Qi Men techniques to a certain extent, he has ultimately not learned the Qi circulation method of Feng Hou Qi Men.

Even the most skilled martial artists, who have the deepest understanding of Qimen Dunjia, cannot transform themselves into kings, control their own seventy-two marquises, become the wind, and roam the skies.

He squinted, his gaze piercing through the clouds and landing on the distant mountain peaks. He felt an inexplicable urge to travel back in time and take a long flight through the sky.

Take another sip, and the aroma of the wine becomes even more bitter.

The Suzaku's cabin was completely unprotected, exposed to the strong winds at high altitude.

Mo Bingyi, also known as Zhao Tuo, is working with a disciple of the Mohist school to control this mechanical behemoth.

Two other male disciples sat cross-legged inside the cabin, closing their eyes and resting quietly, not letting go of any opportunity to increase their strength.

As the only woman on this Vermilion Bird Mechanism, Yingge was like a husky that had infiltrated a pack of wolves, completely bewildered, unsure whether to sit or stand.

Mo Yu, the Grand Commander of Han Mo; Mo Bingyi, one of his trusted leaders.

As for the other three disciples, Yingge sensed a familiar aura emanating from them—they were assassins, no, they were death squads!
So here's the problem: with just this one configuration...
She, Yingge, was a female spy who, on a whim, infiltrated the stronghold alone to scout out the enemy's situation, without even preparing a false identity.

Is it a bit too abrupt for him to appear in this lineup that is clearly about to do something big?
Glancing at the solitary figure seated at the head of the palace, he thought to himself, 'Truly, he is worthy of being called a wise and mighty commander-in-chief.'

She knew that this man, who had never given her a second glance, probably already knew her identity.

Although she still doesn't know how she was exposed, this 'parrot' has already fallen into the 'Vermilion Bird's' clutches and can only let it do as it pleases.

Mo Yu did not turn around, took a sip of wine, and kept his gaze fixed on the distant mountains and rivers.

He deliberately didn't bring Mo Jiayi, a woman who was clearly Qin Shi's personal possession, nor Mo Yiyi, a woman who on the surface had nothing to do with Qin Shi. Instead, he brought Zhao Tuo, whom Qin Shi was hesitant to use.

The other three Mohist disciples were all assassins trained by Qin Shi. They would be transported to the world of heroes along with this mechanical Vermilion Bird, and would never return to this world unless something unexpected happened.

As for Yingge? Originally, this woman was not in his plans, but he couldn't let a spy chief cause trouble in his base, so he just brought her along.

We're short-handed right now, it would be a shame to kill her. She's a highly skilled person, and a pretty girl at that.

If all else fails, just knock her out and throw her into the world of Kill la Kill.

The mechanical Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and moved forward, the wind growing increasingly rapid. About two hours passed.

The mechanical Vermilion Bird slowly descended upon a verdant mountain peak, its enormous wings whipping up a gust of wind that bent the grass and trees low and kicked up dust.

The mountaintop is open and spacious, with a wide view, surrounded by peaks, and there is no sign of human habitation.

Mo Yu stood up, dusted off the corner of his robe, and glanced at the cabin behind him, making no attempt to hide his presence from Ying Ge and Zhao Tuo.

Raising his right palm, true qi flowed quietly, and an invisible force surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the more than ten-meter-long mechanical Vermilion Bird.

The enormous creature, along with the three Mo family disciples inside, vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye, as if its existence had been erased!
Yingge and Zhao Tuo stood rooted to the spot, their pupils shrinking, their eyes filled with shock.

Yingge subconsciously took a half step back, her hand unconsciously pressing against the short dagger at her waist, her heart pounding like a drum.

Although she was the sharpest blade among the birds of the night, accustomed to life and death, she had never seen such an unbelievable method.

The three disciples and the Vermilion Bird mechanism did not simply hide; they truly vanished without leaving a trace.

Zhao Tuo opened his mouth wide, his throat bobbed, but no sound came out. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, clearly shocked and disoriented by the scene.

Ignoring their reactions, Mo Yu turned around and looked down at the vast forest below the mountain peak, calculating the location of Wei Mo's stronghold given by Six-Fingered Black Knight.

As for what the two people behind him might imagine about this miraculous move he had just displayed, he couldn't be bothered to care.

Humans, or rather all living beings, worship the strong.

So whether one is foolish or wise, in the end one may even like to fantasize about an omnipotent god.

Since there must be a god, why don't you worship me as that god?

"What are you doing standing still?"

Without turning his head, Mo Yu said calmly, "The mountain road is difficult to walk on, hurry up and keep up, don't get 'lost'."

These words were nothing special in themselves, but the fact that a mechanical behemoth over ten meters long was wiped out along with three living people made them exceptionally intimidating.

Yingge snapped out of her daze, took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in her heart, tightened her grip on the short dagger, and looked at Moyu's back with a complicated expression.

'What kind of monster is this?' she thought to herself, gritting her teeth.

Although he knew his identity had been exposed, he did not expect the other party's strength to be so unfathomable.

The power of that single wave of her hand far exceeded her understanding of the limits of extraordinary people in the world.

Zhao Tuo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly caught up, and whispered, "Commander, what... what kind of magic is this?"

Such methods are something that even Zhao Tuo, who has been by Mo Yu's side in Qin Shi for several years and whose code name is Mo Bingyi, has never seen before, let alone outsiders like Ying Geyi.

"Ask less, observe more, and think more." Mo Yu glanced at him, her tone lazy. "Asking too many questions won't do you any good."

Zhao Tuo shrank back, feeling that the commander was particularly terrifying today.

Mo Yu moved lightly through the jungle, seemingly slow but actually fast.

Faced with this incomprehensible scene, the two dared not delay and quickly followed Mo Yu's footsteps, as if some terrifying and eerie creature was tailing them.

The wind on the mountaintop gradually subsided, leaving only the whispers of the grass and trees, as if the shock from just moments ago had never happened.

However, Yingge felt increasingly heavy-hearted.

This was clearly a perfect opportunity to escape!

However, her body involuntarily followed that figure, and her pace quickened.

Just like the trials of childhood when night falls, if you slow down, death awaits you.

"Damn it, I have absolutely no courage to resist this man. He's like an invincible god."

Parrot thought that his infiltration of the stronghold was just a risky gamble.

But now it seems she has already fallen into an invisible net.

The owner of the net didn't bother to haul it in himself.

(End of this chapter)