Chapter 165 His Past
No matter how reluctant they were, the fragments of the next illusion were still reconstructed and played the content of this memory.
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The Battle of Zhuolu started as scheduled.
Countless people with special abilities are ready to go, determined to win the prestigious honor for their guilds and obtain the super prize that the government has been preparing for a long time.
Everyone was excited and looking forward to the next game.
The group battle has been successfully concluded, and the winning team that remains has a ticket to the final battle in the group stage.
There are familiar people in the picture.
The twins from the Dawn Guild; Qin You and his group from the Shuguang Guild; Wuma Tu from the Lingyao Guild; Xie Ning from the Lingyun Guild; and Fu Ling who was completely unaware of the true identities of her teammates. The girl wearing the little bell hasn't been seen for a long time, so meeting her suddenly here made the barrage of comments a little surprised.
They are all acquaintances.
It’s just that one of the four main characters was replaced, from Qi Heng to Bai Zhou, or ▇▇. The name seemed to be a naked scratch on the young man's memory, telling everyone the falsity of this illusion.
After the group battle, these teams that had fought so hard actually gathered together spontaneously and had a lively post-battle meal together. Encouraged by his older brother, the younger brother, who was actually quite reserved, stepped forward with shame and invited the young boy to be "friends". However, after receiving malicious ridicule from the other party, he became furious and helpless. Fortunately, with the righteous help of Captain Lin, the two teenagers of similar age finally shook hands and made peace.
Calint and others raised their beer mugs to cheer for today's enjoyment. Qin You stood aside and disdained the smell of alcohol on him and the suit he was still wearing. Yun Paopao jumped up to stop the two from cursing, while Ji Linfeng sipped boiled water on the side.
Fu Ling, who looked familiar, came to the boss's place and activated her special powers while drunk. Her presence was so low that Ye Yunhe was frightened when he accidentally bumped into her. Si Yu'an was quick to grab Fu Ling's collar as she fell off the seat.
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When we woke up the next day, we found ourselves in opposing camps again.
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The team competition started in this enthusiastic atmosphere. The contestants closed their eyes and their consciousness was dragged into the illusion.
One hour. Nothing happened and the game went smoothly.
Two hours. Nothing happened and the audience discussed it actively.
Three hours. Nothing happened, and the senior officials in the viewing room watched with satisfaction as the government team overcame all obstacles.
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There are still twenty hours until the end of the competition.
The atmosphere became a little weird. The sticky malice hidden in the shadows climbed up the neck of the person who had not noticed it. When the other party was distracted, it tightened, restrained the psychic's breathing, dragged him into the huge mouth, and chewed him up.
The bloody smell filled the air, gradually making those who were awake lose their minds. They laughed wildly and attacked crazily, and finally decided to kill.
Something is wrong. The creepy hairs were clamoring to escape.
A man-eating monster broke away from the shadows and appeared in front of the frightened people, slowly covering the entire illusion, and along with the exploding human remains, it rolled the psychic into its belly.
The long-planned massacre happened here, vividly displayed in all the clear cameras and reflected in the audience's constricted pupils. The bright red blood seemed to splash into the eyes through the screen, causing a burning pain.
The girl wearing the bell opened her eyes wide as she watched her companion beside her die with a smile on her face. Her body instantly turned into a flesh and blood bomb and shattered. Following closely behind, black mist emerged from her internal organs and swallowed her completely with a grin. There was no life left.
The twin vines that were naturally entangled were half withered, dripping with bright red blood that soaked the roots and leaves. The already lost lifespan was split in half, and the supernatural powers were activated with great effort, giving the remaining ones the remaining strength. They waved their weapons outward madly, protecting the broken bodies of their loved ones in their arms.
The team named Dawn suffered one casualty and many injuries. The fragile bubble wrapped around their bloody companions and tried desperately to escape. The bodies of their teammates were buried in the deformed belly. They had no choice but to watch in grief. The remaining vines used up their last bit of strength to block the slime that corroded flesh and bones, and fell to the ground, almost hitting the insects and ants curled up under the dead leaves.
The only young psychic among the four pushed his companions away and was sucked into the fog. In the last few breaths before he lost consciousness, what reached his eardrums were the hoarse shouts of his companions. He suddenly woke up from the endless floating, and when he opened his eyes he saw nothing, and then a soul-trembling gaze glanced at his figure.
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The last of all. When the crescent moon turned into a blood moon and both the inside and the outside fell into chaos, the second wave of attacks from the righteous side also followed.
The undercover agents led by Lu Qingyuan revealed their true forms, sneered at the government's so-called safe zone, and stabbed the already panicked rescue team in the back. A large number of deformities unique to the Dark Nest fell from the exploded human bodies, spreading the massacre to reality.
When everything was finally calmed down and the surviving psychics in the illusion were rescued with all their strength, the sleeping boy was also emerged from the black fog under the incredulous gaze of his companions, and fell heavily into their arms, and then fell into a long sleep as if he were dead.
The righteous forces that suffered heavy losses and the countless shocked people also felt despair in this life-and-death struggle.
Only one third of the potential superpowers who represent hope are left, and the rescue team that was backstabbed by the undercover agent also fell to the ground seriously injured. In just a few hours, everything changed.
From then on, peace was completely taken away.
The illusion was shattered by the tragic cry. No one wins the championship.
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The atmosphere of the barrage was very quiet.
Cartoonists have never fallen short in their drawing skills and emotional expression. All the images appeared before their eyes as if they were real scenes... To the people inside, these were indeed real images. The dead, like the broken walls and ruins, can never come back, they were completely killed in that brutal turmoil.
The doomsday-like ending that Bai Zhou had mentioned actually appeared in his memory, and was so deep in his heart, as if it were words carved in bone and blood.
The vitality was reduced to ruin, and the young man Bai Zhou was obviously unaware of it. When the heresy came, fear once again appeared in his always calm dark eyes. He pushed his tired companions to the ground and became the fruit in the belly of the black fog.
Just like the Battle of Zhuolu in this world line, Qi Heng was alone facing the hideous black fog that tore his flesh and blood, and was swallowed up by his companions amidst similar screams of exhaustion.
Qiheng and Bai Day.
Daytime and ▇▇.
Which one is real?
It turns out that in the hands of the chess player, they, as readers, have also become chess pieces.
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Another illusion recreated.
This time, the boy had woken up from his coma. That was a much longer time than the time Qi Heng had been sleeping in reality, enough to make the protagonists, who had vowed to wait for their companions to wake up, feel despair.
So when the boy opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, Xinyi, the main therapist, was so surprised that he dropped the notes in his hand and hurriedly called Ye Yunhe and his group.
Bai Ri asked the time in a barely audible voice. His eyes were still blurry and he couldn't tell the difference between illusion and dream. Although he is at the prime age of youth, he now feels inexplicably old.
The trio rushed over, and any time they bumped into someone they just apologized hastily. The half-hour distance was shortened to five minutes. One can imagine how many shortcuts were taken along the way. When they broke into the ward, there was already a circle of people surrounding the boy's bed, all looking at him in amazement as if they were looking at a new gadget.
Perhaps they did not expect that a person with special abilities who was strangely spit out by the black fog could successfully wake up from a long sleep.
Si and An were the first to push through the crowd, leaning down and holding the boy's hand tightly. The other two followed closely behind, staying close to the ward and observing the conditions during the day.
The trio wasn’t in great shape either.
The only consolation for the government in the Battle of Zhuolu was that nothing went wrong. Ye Yunhe's ability can be said to be the most promising ability in the world today. If she died halfway, I'm afraid the top leaders would be heartbroken.
Of course, what also exceeded the standard was the boy’s special abilities that awakened halfway through. What prompted these four people to become teammates was never the so-called "suitability".
Now too many psychics on standby have suffered. Maintaining the construction site and appeasing the people have already consumed too much of the righteous's mind. Add to that the black fog that keeps falling in the dungeon, and the psychic teams that have to go to clean it up but die in the dungeon... countless pressures are piled on the shoulders of the predecessors, who are trying their best to hold up the sky for those behind them.
The storm in the Dark Nest is not over yet, and now the righteous people don’t even know where the cultists’ second base is. The road ahead was white and every step was on bones.
As the government's most promising team, the trio had been busy running back and forth during the time the boy was in a coma. The dark circles under their eyes and their haggard complexion were noticeable.
The end seems to be really coming.
I can’t remember anything. 】After moistening his throat, Bai Zhou, whose voice was slightly hoarse, was helped to sit up. Facing the questions around him, he frowned and thought, "It's like drifting in an endless darkness. I can't tell whether I am falling or rising." 】
[But I seemed to...hear a voice.] 】
Someone asked him what the sound was, but the boy endured the headache and tried hard to recall it, but finally shook his head gently: "I can't remember. 】
[Don't disturb my patient.] 】Xinyi slapped the door and hit it hard several times. The deterrent force directly shocked everyone present. [If you have anything to ask, wait until he recovers! Now, get out of here! 】
Si Yu'an and Ye Yunhe each held a young boy's hand. The hand was clenched so tightly in the palm that it hurt, and it was too thin and unhealthy. They pursed their lips and once again portrayed the lifeless eyes of the day.
The young man lowered his eyelashes again, not knowing what he was thinking about.
【▇▇】Lin Muyu called him softly, 【Don’t think about it anymore, it’s the best thing that you can wake up. 】
Bai Ri was silent for a moment and looked up at him. His eyes traced his companion's greatly changed features, mixed with the confusion of just waking up. In his world, it seemed as if he had just slept for a while, and when he woke up he found that everything had lost its original color.
Only the fear and panic that remained before being swallowed up became more rampant with the unfamiliar things around.
The memory in the picture stops here, and the illusion is shattered.
The young man's bowed figure turned into broken pieces and scattered into the pure white ground, melting silently.
In that dream that no one knew, only he himself knew everything he had experienced.
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The reconstruction of the illusion is coming to an end.
This time, the one who appeared in front of everyone was the recovered young man Bai Zhou. His legs, which had atrophied due to not getting out of bed for too long, had regained most of their previous movements. He stood in the middle of the team, listening quietly to the commander's words with his companions.
This is the period three days after the special copy arrives.
Just like in reality, after discovering the abnormal speed of the copy's spread, the people in charge of that area panicked and informed their superiors. After the Battle of Zhuolu, most people were paranoid.
[That copy is very abnormal.] Even if you volunteer to go, the top management probably won't approve it. 】The officer looked serious. The heavy workload made him look as pale as a ghost, but he had to stick to his post. [Also, your success rate...]
[Also extremely low. 】
A probability that is completely opposite to that in reality.
Lin Muyu was silent for a few moments: [So this is the decision from above? 】
[Send a team to test the water first.] The commander's expression remained calm, perhaps because he knew that a perfunctory word would not stop the four people's curiosity, so he spoke very bluntly, "There will be special people and equipment to contact the outside world to collect information." 】
[Mu Yu, you are very important.] 】
So, you can’t die here. 】
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The conditions for clearing the special copy were finally obtained with the death of a team of psychics.
The unknown being stated the conditions sarcastically.
The conditions are the lives of eighteen psychics, or even more endless and cruel demands.
The right to speak has never been in the hands of the weak.
The moment your lifeline is grasped by someone, your so-called dignity becomes like mud under your feet, completely worthless.
The end of the world has truly arrived at this moment.
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