Chapter 176 Comic Content (The Last Copy of the World)
[It’s spectacular.] 】
The picture stops at this moment. The Dark Nest was closing in step with each other, the celebration was suddenly interrupted, and the decent people looked grim, but they also picked up their weapons and prepared to fight. The two camps crossed paths again two years later, and were determined to kill each other.
The scene was tense and a storm was about to come. The crimson silk looked like a rising flag, fluttering and stretching in the strong wind.
Daytime sighed softly. He turned around with a smile, his eyes falling on Lin Muyu's equally ugly face.
[The second war is about to begin.] 】
[How could it be, why would the Dark Nest be here at this time...] Lin Muyu stared at the screen with trembling pupils. The silhouette of his friend in the crowd was so clear that he could almost smell the damp earth at the scene. [No, you...]
He looked up suddenly: [What did you do a month ago? 】
【So, it is not a good thing to underestimate others. Bai Zhou smiled with his eyes curved, his face looked pale against the light and shadow, [For example, none of you believe that I have the ability to penetrate directly into the deepest part of the dark nest. 】
[Isn’t it coming?] 】
The young man looked towards the direction of the dark nest in the picture, and seemed to catch an unusual breath among the tightly clustered black figures. He was waiting, or rather looking forward to what was to come.
[The dog whose owner was hurt finally couldn't hold back and wanted to bite someone. 】
Si and An, curled up on the ground, were unusually silent.
His brown hair was soaked with blood and stuck to the sides of his face. He moved his eyes hard to check Ye Yunhe's condition.
The teammate wrapped in the white cocoon had a faint breath, but the silver thread that penetrated into the cut and went straight into the mental network had changed color at some point. The blood-red spider web-like thread connected to the side of Bai Zhou's wrist, and half of it remained the original silver-white.
Si and An looked at the paused screen again. The outside scene projected in the space froze at a moment when everyone had different expressions. He found the figure of his superior on the floor not far away.
Something is not right.
Bai Zhou intends to plunder the powers of countless people with special powers in order to achieve the goal of "becoming a god". Is he planning to make the Dark Nest and the righteous people suffer a fate so that he can reap the benefits?
No, no, neither the top leaders nor the people are fools. If this was true, they would have discovered the abnormality before the Daylight Plan was implemented - how could a superpower who was at the forefront of saving the apocalypse not show up to save the situation until now, and instead wait until everything was over before slowly entering?
So that can't be the case, there must be some other reason.
In a flash, the vague thoughts were split into clear ones. Si Yuan's eyes widened and they suddenly scratched the ground with their fingertips.
Those three unknown long cylindrical devices. It suddenly occurred to him.
It did not belong to any device that anyone knew of, and it clearly did not emit any strange energy, but the moment it was activated it released a strong energy shock, and a formation appeared in an instant that bound and dragged the three people.
What is that?
If it is such a device, can it also evade the sophisticated and intensive cleaning equipment in various areas, successfully escape under repeated inspections, and remain deep underground waiting for an opportunity?
Until the person who set it up snapped his fingers, the device formation was activated, catching all the defenseless people standing in it, sticking to them like a spider web and eating them.
What kind of formation would that be?
His fingers were spasming and digging into the ground with such force that his nails were almost split. Si Yuan hardly dared to admit his own idea. But the more he resisted, the more despair rose in his chest, and for a moment he wanted to dry heave, fearing the scene that might unfold before him and his own powerlessness.
The silk threads deeply embedded in his flesh bound his limbs, forcing him to fall sideways on the ground in a desperate situation. His breathing became so rapid that his heart ached, but he still could not break free of the shackles. His physical strength was taken away, and he even lost the right to fight with his friends.
He hated himself so much.
——
War is imminent.
When the strange scriptures whispered in the Dark Nest reached their climax, the cultists who had been chanting exploded one after another.
Flesh and blood exploded, and blood foam filled the air, falling on other people's bodies in layer after layer until it became sticky. Black gas rose from the center of the exploded body, and a deformed creature with three heads and eight legs appeared hideously, screaming and rushing towards the city gate, shaking the hastily closed door violently.
The city walls are strong. The psychics in the back took positions, one in the back and one in the front for long-range and close combat. Teams that had good cooperation in the dungeon also joined in and methodically stopped this group of "visitors" behind the door.
The smelly head spurted out poisonous blood the moment it exploded, corroding everything it touched.
Lin Du and the senior executives stood in the back and gave orders for the formation. After the initial disbelief, the extremely dangerous situation left everyone no time to think about the cause, and the most urgent task was to drive out the cultists. Ordinary people were gathered and taken inside the guild, where they were protected in all aspects.
Dark clouds have completely covered the blue sky; the sky is gloomy and thick as if ink seems to be dripping out. Sheng Mu looked up at the sky, gritted his teeth, tightened the bowstring, and shot three arrows at a time. The tip of the arrow broke through the air and locked onto the hearts of the deformed and cultist, piercing straight through.
Sheng Chao jumped off the high wall together with the melee psychic, raised the dagger in the air and killed the enemy below with one blow, flexibly moved among the dark figures to hide his body, and used his body with others to stop the advance of the dark nest.
Qin You's metal umbrella happened to have been modified and she used it to have new functions. The parachute wing, which also has a locking function, randomly closes and starts a swift flying stab. The sharp metal pierces the enemy's body and then breaks through the flesh and blood and returns to the umbrella handle again without a trace of blood.
The extended tree roots suddenly broke through the ground, uprooted the cultists, stabbed their waists and almost tore them in half, with their skin and flesh sticking together and hanging.
The cultist twitched a few times, and black air poured out of his mouth and nose. The next second, a head with blank facial features emerged from the wound on his waist, hanging down to his lower abdomen, squeezing through the yellow and red skin, and letting out a shrill scream with its mouth wide open.
Calint stopped using his supernatural power and observed with a frown.
Amid screams like crying babies, deformed parts of the cultists' bodies began to grow one after another. It was not until the black gas covered their new ugly bodies again and they became monsters that they roared and rushed forward again.
A breeze blew by, and after passing the monster, it suddenly turned into a sharp wind blade, cutting off its head in the chest and the heart in the abdomen.
With a loud bang, the monster in black fog fell down.
[Cannot be killed in one go.] Ji Linfeng withdrew his hand and said in a calm tone, "Then kill him twice." 】
[Where did Xiaoye and the others go?] 】Yun Paopao looked around during the break, biting her lip, [I haven't seen them today. 】
Qin You's face darkened: [I don't know. 】
[Rather, I haven’t seen those three people since yesterday. 】
[Where is Ye Yunhe?] 】
At the same time, the top management asked with a cold face.
[I have sent someone to bring them back.] 】The officer showed her the flashing location on the screen. It was still at the same spot. [We should be there soon. As long as nothing unexpected happens. 】
【That's good. 】The top management nodded, their faces still solemn, for this sudden but blatant attack and the situation in the central city thousands of miles away.
Her gaze kept wandering over the cultists below, carefully observing every unexpected anomaly, while the story of what happened in the central city as recounted by her superior echoed in her ears.
how so? Since they had suffered a heavy blow, why didn't they first conserve their strength, but instead launched an attack recklessly? Judging from the number, it is estimated that all the cultists were divided and sent out, and they did not care even if they would die in the next second.
The cultists who were dead one moment were deformed into deformities the next. She stared at the sickening transformation and thought frantically.
What is this for?
And where is the daylight?
[Is there any news about that guy? 】The senior executive asked again.
【……No. The commander replied in silence for a few moments, his expression unchanged. [Every guild that was attacked said they had not seen him. This is unreasonable. According to Bai Zhou's intelligence network, he should have known it earlier than us. 】
A fog of uneasiness shrouded everyone's heart.
The barrage of comments that had been silent for a long time slowly passed by, and even its speed became sluggish. They typed the same words as before, hoping to change something, but to no avail.
Inside and outside the comics, the atmosphere is gloomy. I don’t know who saw what, but someone in the picture screamed, so shrill that it was ear-breaking.
But there is no need for him to remind me.
The words "one hour later" marked in words are just four short words, and can be crossed by sliding your finger down. But for the people in the comics, it was a real hour.
A tough hour.
It seemed as if the cultists who would never die were as hard to kill as cockroaches. They chanted repetitive scriptures in a dense crowd, formed a strange formation, raised their hands together, and raised their heads devoutly in the endless thunder. Some of them had their heads chopped off and their limbs cut off in the process, and their upper bodies slowly slid to the ground from the lower half, but they still looked peaceful, and they lightly closed their eyes as if they did not feel the severe pain, and continued to chant the spell with their lips opening and closing.
Then they were deformed one after another, killed again and again, but they reappeared and pieced together again at some unknown time, and pounced towards the psychics in a twisted state.
They had long lost their minds, yet they still fell and stood up again as if they were controlled. It was not until it was completely chopped into mud that it barely lost its ability.
This may be the effect of the strange chanting. The decent people wanted to, and tried to get the cultists to shut up their polluting whispers, but there were too many dark shadows. They died and resurrected, and died again, attacking endlessly without any physical effort. After the black mist explodes from the human body, it is another difficult move that requires dodging.
There are simply too many. There were so many that even those who had been calm before began to feel a little desperate, and some even couldn't hold the knife in their hands steadily.
A long period of highly focused combat is enough to cause some exhausted psychics to fall into a death trap, even if they are ignored for just a moment.
A mutant was sucked into the deformed belly. The dense and sharp teeth growing out of the huge wound bit his thigh desperately, dragged him and beat him hard, and the scene was immediately bloody. The psychic screamed, and the deformities around him moved closer, blocking the support of the long-range hands on the wall, leaving the psychic with only painful requests for help from his companions not far away.
His companion's pupils shrank, and after chopping off his deformed men, he ran desperately towards there, with flames filling the sword, ready to split the surrounding enemies.
But she didn't arrive.
Her eyes widened, staring at the scene in front of her in disbelief - the psychic raised his hand for help but it shrank back in an instant, becoming as old and wrinkled as an old dying person, and the hand that was fair and healthy a moment ago suddenly became withered and thin, as if the life had been sucked out of it at a very fast speed.
The psychic's pupils dilated and he became silent. His hand fell to the ground, but he was clearly screaming in pain just now.
The aging spread to his entire body, atrophying all his muscles, and turned him into an old man at the moment of his death, skinny and with his eyes open.
The flames burned the nearby cultists, and his companions rushed towards him with trembling lips and touched his skin with shaking hands.
Everyone noticed this scene.
They looked at the young psychic in disbelief, who instantly aged into an old man, had all his vitality taken away and died on the battlefield.
A wisp of black gas came out of his mouth and disappeared into the air, like the last breath of a superpower.
Some people suddenly grabbed the objects beside them, squeezing them so hard that their palms hurt, but they couldn't stop their inner shock.
What's going on? ! 】Someone exclaimed,【Is that a superpower? Or a formation? ! 】
As if it was a foreshadowing, one after another, more and more people with special abilities fell into trouble. They all lost their voices suddenly when there was still hope of rescue. Without exception, their muscles atrophied like old people and they died after their vitality was sucked away.
This phenomenon disrupted everyone's tactics. The number of inexplicable deaths of people with special abilities increased, and voices of panic began to spread among the crowd. No one could accept such unclear deaths.
Sheng Mu's face was filled with horror, his hand pulling the bow was unsteady for a moment, and his eyes began to wander around looking for his brother, fearing that the next person to die would be his last relative.
Fortunately, that familiar figure was still shuttling through the darkness, interrupting the whispers of one cultist after another, dodging all the approaches of the deformed ones, and killing them with one strike at the right moment.
As if noticing his brother's uneasiness, Sheng Chao took the time to glance up and smiled as a comfort.
Then he landed and shouted: [Don’t get close to any deformities! Don't let them touch you! 】
Whether it is true or false, this method is beneficial to those with special abilities.
The only thing that the dead had in common was that they were touched and bitten by the Devil, and even if they still had the strength to turn around, they would be dead in an instant. Maybe that’s the connection. Maybe the same is true of standing up again and again.
[Be careful of the black air!] 】After observing closely, he discovered the hidden dissipating gas. 【This group of deformities, or rather all the cultists here, are being controlled together! 】
[And the manipulator may be hiding in the impenetrable crowd - a close-knit group of people formed by cultists. 】The commander continued his words softly.
[I’ve wanted to say this for a long time.] Why are these beasts who keep chanting scriptures so close to each other? Even if their formation is blown off track, someone will immediately fill in. 】
Maybe because.
His gaze fell on the human wall formed by countless cultists, and finally settled on the central area. The believers raised their heads and closed their eyes in prayer. They were almost soaked in blood. They moved slowly step by step and were closer to the city gate than an hour ago.
But not many were killed completely. If this continues, it’s only a matter of time before the city gate is broken.
The believers were crowded together with their shoulders pressed against each other, some even had their faces blue from suffocation, but they kept murmuring until their throats were squeezed to the point where they could not speak, their breathing was completely deprived, and they followed the crowd with their whole bodies suspended in mid-air, dying with their heads drooping from suffocation.
A bunch of psychopaths who have lost their brains.
This is no longer the extent of loyalty. They are so crazy and brainwashed that they have become puppets, and have lost their sense of pain and consciousness. Even such unusual tacit understanding and cooperation are only because: they are all controlled by one person.
But it is not easy to make the manipulator in the center visible. The commander thought anxiously. Undoubtedly, there is only one being that can do this, and that is the Dark Nest that has never appeared before——
leader.
[This is really brainwashing, this ** world.] 】The commander swore a few words, [Once a position is broken, someone will immediately fill it. If someone is killed, he will become a deformed person and will need to be killed until the blood foam stops... It's really disgusting. By the time they are all killed, everyone will be dead. 】
Is this the so-called "demigod" strength? Being able to control so many living people at one time and replenish his own by plundering their vitality through the black air is completely beyond the scope of human beings. Even in the copy, he is a third-level S existence.
Is it possible that the last copy of this damn world is reality?
Without finding His weakness, there is no way to stop the Dark Nest's invasion. But they don't even understand why the Dark Nest leader is so eager to launch a raid. Such a lose-lose situation is not beneficial to anyone, not to mention the Dark Nest, which has always put profit above all else. Don't those bastards care about the rebirth of God?
What on earth did that guy do during the day? !
And there is something worse.
The commander was almost laughing at this dead end situation. He lowered his head and looked at Ye Yunhe's location on the screen amid the indignant gazes of the senior management.
An hour passed. Not only did the people sent out fail to bring back anyone, they also sent out a message that caused them to suffer a cardiac arrest.
[Sir, we have arrived, but the location shown on the positioning does not show any trace of the three people. 】
Ye Yunhe is missing.
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