Chapter 457 The Broken Wheel of Destiny

A brilliant and grand golden flame burned in the dark cell, and the smell of ashes became stronger and stronger.

The power that was extremely deadly to others was as gentle as water to Xu Zhiyan. He looked across the flames and saw that the Collector's carefully stitched skin was burned black the moment the flames started. Only a vague shadow remained, which looked a little soft, just like the form of other mimics when they died.

Soon, the golden flames spread, and even the monstrous and powerful body began to burn.

“Bang—”

The bone sword fell to the ground.

In just half a minute, the blazing flames burned the collector completely, leaving no ashes behind, turning him into a pile of black powder.

Guimian hurriedly removed the double cage.

In order to move Xu Zhiyan behind the collector without anyone noticing, another layer of confinement must be built. At first, it wanted to praise its master's skills, but the heat almost burnt it. If it continued to burn, it might directly crack his territory.

Jiang Huaique, who was thrown to the backstage, was a little stunned.

Xu Zhiyan did not tell him the entire plan, only the general idea. He had guessed that the other party had a backup plan, but he did not expect it to be so powerful.

However, it was burned so cleanly that even Xu Zhiyan himself was a little surprised and murmured to himself.

"No wonder……"

He knew that Burning Embers was most likely a powerful trait, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

No wonder that twenty years ago, even though he lost the dream property and failed to successfully awaken time, he was still listed as the collector's most valued container. I think the other party has already known the strength of this property.

He bent down to pick up the bone sword and glanced at the contents on the panel.

[Name: Bone Cane Sword (Cursed)]

[Level: SSS]

[Type: Attack]

[Introduction: A bone sword with unrivaled strength. The second form can easily break weapons of lower levels. If the same wound is attacked three times in a row, the curse effect will be superimposed.]

[Notes: Extremely rare, only one available.]

[Mental Threshold Limit: None]

When he saw that the mental threshold was unlimited, Xu Zhiyan smiled.

The item was good, so he accepted it.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was stunned.

[Oh shit! Was that Xiao Baiwan's skill just now? ]

[Ahhhhh Boss Xu! So fucking cool! He just killed his opponent with a single blow to the face! ]

[I feel great! I was worried at first when I saw such a strong mimic.]

[Fuck, Xiao Baiwan, you are so strong yet you are still so cautious. Isn't that too much? ]

[You have to be careful. 】

[+1 Xiao Baiwan dragged the Collector into the field, wasn't it to prevent the opponent from throwing out inexplicable skills? What if a skeleton cage appeared in the middle of the fight like before? 】

[But no matter what, we won! ]

[Yes! I think we might win! ! ]

However, amidst the heated and passionate discussion, there were a few worried comments.

[But the level isn’t over yet…]

[The Collector died but his puppet didn't die. Sister Jiang is really good at fighting.]

[Should I say this is a collector's masterpiece? Yu Xiu and Xiao Cai alone cannot defeat this. ]

Xu Zhiyan simply bandaged the wound and used his leg exoskeleton.

Although the curse cannot be lifted and every step is still excruciatingly painful, at least it does not affect movement.

When he ordered Guimian to withdraw his territory, the other party hesitated and added new information.

"Oh my powerful and beautiful master! However, we seem to be stuck at the fourth level..."

Xu Zhiyan was stunned when he heard this.

Jiang Huaique clenched his weapon with a sullen face.

And my sister, I’m afraid she is also a part of the copy.

The colorful flags and salutes disappeared, along with the faint smell of ashes in the air.

When the two came to their senses, they had already returned to the Golden Square of Level 4, and the battle was still going on there.

Vines are flying and barriers are standing tall.

Dou Hongshan and Yu Xiu fled in a panic, exhausted from defending themselves.

At the beginning, the two people's idea was very simple, to trap Sister Jiang and wait for Xu Zhiyan and others to come back.

As the fight went on, the two realized something was wrong.

It’s hard to fight. Very hard to fight.

Sister Jiang, who has no idea how much monster power has been stitched into her, now possesses a powerful strength that is unmatched by humans and has become a complete killing machine.

Seeing Xu Zhiyan at this moment, Yu Xiu instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Xu! How do we solve this?"

After all, he was still young and just thought that Xu Zhiyan could solve all the problems in the world.

After two rounds of games, Dou Hongshan suddenly woke up.

No, the appearance of Xu Zhiyan and Jiang Huaique means that they successfully killed the Collector, but now they are still trapped in Level 4, and the only remaining enemy is Jiang Huaique's sister.

She had seen too many people killing each other, and she had also seen countless acts of friendship where people risked their lives for one another.

Should I kill my sister and move on to the next level, or...

She didn't know what Jiang Huaiqie would choose, and she didn't even dare to think about what she would do if she were stuck in this choice.

Thinking of this, Dou Hongshan held the stick in both hands and hit the ground hard.

"Life Binding!"

A seed fell from the void to the ground near Sister Jiang, and grew rapidly. It wrapped around a strong branch and flew out, trapping the mad Sister Jiang!

After activating the skill, she looked at Xu Zhiyan.

"It will probably hold her for twenty minutes."

Before Xu Zhiyan could say anything, the ground suddenly shook, and even the crazy banging sounds in the wooden cage quieted down.

At the edge of the entire Golden Square, rows of golden coffins slowly rose from the ground.

These golden coffins were not like the first one, which was big and heavy. Instead, they looked no different from normal people's coffins. The first coffin was shaking and its lid was open.

Along with it, there was also a strange sound.

"Xu Zhiyan..."

In just three words, the tone of voice changed, and finally became a familiar voice that made people's scalps tingle - it was Xu Yan!

The mimetic that had been burned to ashes walked out of the golden coffin again!

Xu Zhiyan's whole body trembled, and the fingers holding the bone sword couldn't help but tighten.

The audience in the live broadcast room also held their breath and could hardly believe their eyes.

[No way? No way!!]

[Even though his head was burned, he still didn’t die. Why…]

【Why is it so hard to kill!!!】

[Damn it, how do we fight this? There must be two or three hundred coffins in this whole circle.]

[Help! My eyes are really dark! ]

[It’s too difficult. Why are mimics so hard to kill? It was the same with Cen Jinyue back then…]

Xu Yan's resurrection reminded everyone of another monster that once lived forever with the Moon on Monster Nest Island. If it weren't for the BUG-like super-model NPC at that time, no one could have killed Cen Jinyue!

Jiang Huai Que has not yet recovered from the ups and downs caused by her sister's appearance.

He turned his head to look at the tightly wrapped tree prison, forced himself not to think, gritted his teeth, retracted his gaze, and looked at Xu Yan again.

He still had the same tall and slender figure, and was dressed in the same luxurious and extravagant attire as when he first appeared.

The Collector, who had changed into a new body, moved his fingers, and the facial features on his cheeks continued to change and adjust slightly, and finally completely returned to his original appearance.

He ignored Jiang Huaique, who still had several bloody holes on his body, nor did he care about Dou Hongshan who was struggling to stay rooted in the tree, and Yu Xiu who was standing there in a daze. He stared at Xu Zhiyan with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"You look very calm. I thought you would show some shock." Xu Yan raised his eyebrows and spoke.

Apart from the initial moment of shock, Xu Zhiyan did not show any abnormality and his expression remained cold.

He said calmly, "Oh? Why should I be shocked? Just because of these containers?"

"There are no signs of life, and the strength of the body is quite ordinary. I'm afraid it doesn't have any powerful characteristics." Pointing to the circle of golden coffins around it, Xu Zhiyan said the information given by the scanning prop when the golden coffins appeared.

To be honest, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he glanced at the contents of the panel.

The resurrected collector is not as powerful as before, and unlike the living puppets that Jiang Huai's sister Que turned into, these containers are all deceased. They have been dead for many years and there is no possibility of them being rescued.

"Even if you can be resurrected through these bodies infinitely, it is nothing more than an infinite cycle of life and death."

No matter how many times, he would be determined to kill the opponent.

Unexpectedly, the collector seemed to have heard something funny. He changed his previous gentle and polite demeanor and burst into laughter. His voice was sharp and crazy, completely losing the calmness he had when they first met.

"Yes, you are right."

"I am not satisfied with these vessels. You only need to wave your hand and I will be burned to ashes again."

The man took a step forward. Even though he kept mentioning his disadvantages, his expression was extremely excited, as if he was the ultimate winner.

"Do you know why I must use the bodies of Xu's family members?"

Even if he had to replace all the blood in his body, he must use the bodies of Xu's family members. Finally, when he couldn't find a suitable body, he changed to a new method and only moved the head.

When this question was asked, everyone present was stunned.

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, the collector, who was already in a semi-crazy state, clapped his hands and gave the answer himself.

“Because the collections that are connected by blood are my favorite.”

"The 231 people from the Xu family's main branch and side branches are all here."

As long as these coffins are still there, he can be resurrected from them.

After saying this, he looked at Xu Zhiyan's cold expression and laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking.

"Oh, I forgot, there's you too."

"Xu Zhiyan, you are the last one."

As Xu Yan spoke, more than 200 golden coffins slowly opened, revealing the corpses inside.

There are old and young, male and female.

Each corpse had its eyes closed, with sadness between its brows.

"If you really want, you can kill me two hundred and thirty-one more times."

"Here are your uncles, father, brothers and sisters. Their bodies still contain memories. If they were made into puppets, they would be no different from living people..."

Xu Yan raised his hand and pressed it on the heart of the new body.

"My connection with the Xu family started before you were born."

His voice slowed down a lot, as if he was immersed in memories.

"Nothing can destroy a strong family more than internal strife."

"For a mimic with advanced technology, it is not difficult to capture a human family with a greedy heart, but it still takes some effort to pick the fruit intact."

Money and greed attract snoopers.

From the first transaction, the entire family entered a chapter of destruction.

Fortunately, the modern world has a natural suppression and rejection of mimics. Even for the collector, it took several years to swallow this behemoth.

In the man-made chaos, the younger generation died one after another. This huge family urgently needed a reliable successor to quell the chaos. When the old ruler realized that the person who quelled the chaos was the core of the storm, it was too late...

The collector did not elaborate; he smiled with malice in his eyes.

"You should have no impression of them. You are the last child of the Xu family."

"The civil strife in the Xu family had already ended before you were born."

He controlled the entire family, but the family was still under control and it took some time to integrate the whole family.

"Little boy, do you know how many people died to send you out?" The collector called out to Xu Zhiyan as he did twenty years ago, admiring the other's increasingly cold expression.

"I occasionally look at their memories, and I also bring their memories to see you."

"You have no idea how much they like you."

Xu Yan's hand touched his neck, as if he was thinking about something wonderful.

"I have already merged with them. If you kill me, you will cut off their last chance of resurrection. You should be able to guess that they have been expecting you to save them." Whether Xu Zhiyan kills him or not, he will be invincible.

Life and death no longer have any meaning to collectors.

The vicious words and the well-preserved corpse, every word was like a sharp spike piercing everyone's heart, and the other three people all looked over with concern.

Everyone was waiting for Xu Zhiyan's reaction.

The depressing and tense atmosphere reached its peak at this moment, and even the air was filled with grief.

After a long while, Xu Zhiyan slowly raised his head, stared at the other person, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Okay, since you want to die so much, then I will satisfy you."

Golden flames were burning under his feet, and the flickering flames seemed particularly cold at this moment.

"What if I kill you two hundred and thirty-one more times..."

He didn't talk about his family. He habitually concealed the emotions in his eyes, and no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

The raised fingertip pointed at the collector, and the rolling flames rushed towards him with the power to destroy the world. Even Jiang Huaique and others who were some distance away had to step back to avoid its sharp edge.

The firelight obscured Xu Zhiyan's figure.

Just when the burning flames were about to engulf the collector, suddenly, the flames stopped abruptly and stopped in front of the man who was laughing crazily!

The sounds of all things came to a sudden stop.

In an instant, a shadow flashed vaguely in the golden flames.

Time seems to stand still.

All was still.

Standing in the flames, Xu Zhiyan felt a hand gently covering the back of his hand.

No one spoke, but he knew it was a ghost.

“…White Ashes.”

The flames blocked out the outside world. Xu Zhiyan's voice was low and hoarse, "I am going to let them down."

He couldn't let the collector go just because of the Xu family's existence.

He has paths he must take, victories he must achieve.

To do this, he must resolutely kill Xu Yan.

No matter how many times the opponent is resurrected!

Xu Zhiyan felt someone kissing the top of his head, and then the words of the ghost seemed to be transmitted to his ears through a film of water, and he could not hear them clearly.

“You don’t have to carry so much.”

“Maybe they have their own choices.”

The sound flashed by, and when he came to his senses, the flames were extinguished.

Xu Zhiyan stood there, staring blankly at the two black cubes that appeared in his palm. These were the things in Gan Mi's pocket watch.

It was just now that the ghosts and gods put it up...

His heart began to beat wildly.

If there is anyone present who can unlock the ban on the black square, it can only be ghosts and gods.

One second, two seconds.

As time goes by, the color on the block begins to fade, gradually revealing the brilliant colors inside.

Xu Yan was still smiling.

He laughed at the extinguished flame; laughed at Xu Zhiyan's cowardice; laughed at the fact that humans were ultimately unable to break free from the shackles of thought; laughed at himself for becoming the final winner...

But before he could laugh enough, his voice suddenly dropped.

“What…what is this…”

He suddenly held his head and lowered it in pain.

Countless complex emotions and memories surged up, instantly exceeding the limit of what the human body was supposed to store, tearing at his brain.

Xu Yan's eyes were about to burst as he stared at Xu Zhiyan's palm, his voice trembling with trembling.

"This is... a memory release module?"

Gan Mi does not want to betray the Utopia, nor does he want Xu Yan to hurt Xu Zhiyan. He stubbornly believes that if the mimetic recovers his human memories, he will develop feelings for the young man with whom he is related by blood, and thus puts the module that releases the memory into the pocket watch.

It’s a pity that he didn’t know that Xu Yan was different from the other mimics. He actually had so many containers and was forced to lose control due to the influence of his memories.

Xu Zhiyan didn't say anything, but just stared at the other person without blinking.

In the blink of an eye, all the corpses in the golden coffin, except Xu Yan, opened their eyes.

The modular prop that can release the mimic's memory will release all the body memories related to Xu Yan.

The corpses just looked at the injured but tall young man in the center of the field, then took a step forward and stepped out of the coffin that sealed the corpse. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, but their steps were extremely firm.

Without special protection, all the bodies that had been dead for many years turned into a pile of bones in the blink of an eye...

Whatever the reason, they were unwilling to be vessels for the Mimics anymore.

Xu Yan himself knelt on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

He stared at his hands that were out of control, unbelievable! He had never thought that one day he would not be able to control the container, even for a few seconds.

His head was forced up, and he felt someone looking through him at Xu Zhiyan.

Xu Yan thought in panic that the loss of control was only temporary, and these containers could not do anything... Soon, just a little longer, as long as he still had a container...

However, he did not wait until the brief loss of control disappeared.

He can view the memories of corpses, and the owners of these memories can naturally also view his memories.

No farewell, no instructions.

After a moment, the hands slowly moved up, pressed on the head and twisted it hard.

This is the last legacy the Xu family left to Xu Zhiyan.

“Crack—”

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The collector died at the hands of his own collection.