I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 885 Martin's Army
The hard armor seemed to be completely useless in that dream.

Martin, a mortal, was able to tear the robot into pieces with his bare hands, as if he was playing with a toy.

The terrifying troops, which looked extremely ferocious, were completely unable to resist Martin. Every struggle was suppressed by a powerful force. They wanted to escape by turning their bodies into black fragments, but were punched back to their original form by Martin. It seemed that the fist had some ability that prevented them from changing, and fixed them firmly in their current form.

Just like that, a terrifying robot was beaten to pieces, its parts scattered everywhere and fell into the dream.

The Martins wiped their fists and looked into the distance again, as if there was a greater threat there.

Sure enough, figures began to emerge in the distorted colors.

Those figures were all robots with cracks on their bodies. Colorful tracks like silk threads extended from their bodies, connecting to the chaotic void. As those silk threads swayed, they seemed to be controlled and walked towards Martin and others.

In terms of numbers, these newly appeared robots gained the upper hand again. They surrounded the Martins and continued to shrink the encirclement.

But Martin and his companions were not in a hurry at all, and seemed to not take these robots seriously at all.

"Now that you're in my dream, don't even think about defeating me!"

A Martin shouted and rushed forward. Halfway through, he suddenly raised his hand and extended his index finger.

With a swipe of his finger, a twisted colorful line appeared in the air.

The thin line fell to the ground and grew rapidly, turning into a dividing line again. On the other side of the dividing line was a completely different world.

It seemed to be a dream city, but there were colorful flowers growing everywhere. The neon lights on every building were replaced with flowers of different colors, and the cameras were replaced with flower stems of various shapes. As the flowers swayed, countless colorful pollens spread down, covering the sky and the ground.

A Martin stood in the research institute of Flower Dream City, holding a rose in his hand. In front of him was a row of huge black buds with terrible cracks on them. The cracks were emitting ethereal dream air.

"Stop looking and come and help!"

Martin in the Flower Dream City shouted to the Martins on this side of the dividing line.

Without hesitation, they crossed the dividing line decisively and reached Martin, who was holding the rose.

"Do it."

There was no need for much communication. They were the same person, so there was no need for tacit understanding. They chose their own targets of attack.

Each Martin found a corresponding bud and started punching and kicking.

"Hahaha, this level is simple and won't move around."

"Is this dream full of flowers? How stupid."

"Why are you holding a rose? Are you trying to be cool? What about mine?"

"I want it too, I want it too."

For some reason, perhaps it was because dreams took different forms, the enemies in this dream all turned into "flowers", and the Martins seemed extremely relaxed in the battle. They even had time to chat while fighting, and some even went to the side to pick a flower while fighting.

Under their chaotic punches, the flower buds were beaten so hard that their petals flew everywhere, and they withered and died, and the dream energy inside them dissipated completely.

"Don't pick it, go to the next floor, it's almost too heavy over there."

"received."

Another Martin stood up and drew a line in the air with his fingertips, and a colorful dividing line appeared again. On the other side of the dividing line was a completely different world.

The double images that Hu Le saw at the edge of the dream seemed to become reality one by one. Martin directly opened channels between different layers and kept shuttling through them.

Lines of dividing lines stood in the colorful mist, reaching from sky to earth, and they were constantly growing and spreading into the sky, dividing the world into several completely different parts. The Martins were running around in them, and the robots wanted to catch up, but they could not enter the dividing lines.

Boom!

The earth was still shaking, as if Martin's behavior had caused the collapse of reality, and the entire dream was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, the research institute in everyone's eyes has been shattered. The originally continuous reality has been forcibly cut into layers of "maps" by the dividing lines created by Martin. Under the map is another kind of "filter".

A texture is still a texture, and a filter is still a filter.

Ghost images of different colors and styles are directly embedded in reality, like a completely broken nesting doll, with every layer inside clearly visible.

"beat!"

The Martins became more and more excited. As they kept shuttling back and forth, the team grew larger and larger. They used their fists and feet without any rules and rushed forward. Wherever they went, no matter what filter it was, they could find the main body of the machine and then dismantle it completely.

In different worlds, Martins appeared one after another. They easily dealt with the robots in this world and then jumped to another world through the dividing line.

As Martin's team grew stronger, the robots were no longer able to resist. After realizing that they could not defeat Martin, they even began to hide their tracks, trying to avoid being hunted by "Martin's army."

“Big data chose to avoid the spotlight.”

They no longer confront the Martins head-on, but try their best to hide, but no matter where they hide, they will be found by the Martins.

"I've memorized your tracks, don't even think about running away!"

"Hide after the sneak attack? It's not that easy!"

The mighty Martin army jumped from one world to another, constantly hunting down those robots. The shaking in Mengdu became more and more intense, and Li Luo and Lao Ping were even a little unsteady on their feet.

Those sky-high dividing lines were pulling the space madly, and the forces between different layers of dreams interfered with each other, making the entire dream turbulent.

"Martin! It's time to stop!"

Meng Qilin at the top of the cube shouted to the army in the distance.

If this continues, the whole dream may be lost.

Hearing the shouts, the Martins finally stopped and shuttled back to reality through the dividing line. After they left those worlds, the dividing line that had reached the sky slowly fell down, turned back into a thin line, and gradually disappeared.

"It hasn't been dealt with yet, they've gone into hiding." A Martin walked up to the crowd and said with some disappointment.

"Where are you hiding?" asked Meng Qilin on top of the cube.

"In those hidden passages," Martin replied.

"I told you before that the structure of Dream City is three-dimensional, with many inconspicuous 'paths'. Dream Network transmits data through these paths."

Martin turned around and pointed at the shrinking dividing lines: "Just like that, that is the road I created. There are also some such roads hidden in some places in Dream City..."

(End of this chapter)