Chapter 039 Mirage (Sixteen)

"Brother Jin, I think I boasted too early, come quickly! When I saw Xite before, I felt that he had the face of the final boss, but I didn't expect him to be so strong..."

"The most important thing is that we can't hurt him at all. The opera has such an explosive effect, and the monsters around are anxious and ready to fight to the death, but this guy is so calm from beginning to end?! We fought for a long time and finally made him bleed, but after a careful look, we found that it was because his old wounds were ruptured. It was not our fault at all."

"Which genius injured this monster? Was it you? If so, thank you in advance! I suspect that if Xite had not been seriously injured early, we might have been wiped out in one wave tonight. What kind of broken attack mechanism is this? In this case, can't we only take the beating unilaterally? I #@&..."

While Dong Jin was driving on the road, Feilin's three consecutive voice messages popped up directly on his other mobile phone.

She didn't even finish the last message.

Judging from the messy noise on the other end of the phone, she was probably swept against the wall by the aftermath of the Leiming Huaji.

Feilin's mentality has always been stable. Although her tone was a bit intense just now, she probably wasn't really frightened by Lei Ming, otherwise she wouldn't have the time to speak.

However, due to the dungeon mechanism, Lei Ming certainly couldn't kill her in a short time, but being unable to kill her didn't mean that he couldn't hurt her at all.

Dong Jin had felt the weight of Lei Ming's painted halberd, and the aftershocks alone were enough to cause severe pain in the victim's lungs. Even if there were no injuries on the surface of the body, it would still be extremely uncomfortable inside. If not for this, he wouldn't have had to poison the knife before he dared to fight this guy.

So couldn't this guy just stay still when he was injured? How come he didn't die of the poison on the way when he ran so fast?

By the time Dong Jin finally saw the outline of the opera house after taking shortcuts again and again, the singing in the live broadcast was almost drowned out by the noise and roars from below.

[Is it an illusion? I seem to hear a fight in the opera house? Could it be that the monsters and humans watching the show are fighting?]

The audience in the live broadcast room in the dungeon seemed to have opened up a new world since 19:00. Those world-shaking melons came out one after another, causing them to quickly go from half-believing and half-doubting to a state of numbness and eating melons.

When Dong Jin walked to the stage of the opera house and showed them the chaos of the fight between humans and monsters, no one was bothered whether it was a show or not.

Because the organizers could not produce such a big production.

They were not stupid enough to not know the truth from the false.

After realizing that the future situation between humans and monsters would most likely be decided tonight, most people stopped posting comments in the barrage, such as "How can humans beat monsters?" and "Why did Dong Jin poison the monsters? This is too much." They began to wait quietly for a result. A

result that they did not know whether it was good or bad.

"Hey, isn't this Xi Te? I haven't seen you for a day. Are you better?"

Dong Jin on the other end did not even look at the barrage. As soon as he entered the theater, he spoke first.

His words caused the halberd swung by Lei Ming to suddenly stop in mid-air. In the bright light, the monster he named no longer paid attention to the human who was almost pierced by his halberd, but just raised his dark golden eyes and looked straight at him.

"Looking for death?" At this moment, there was a wet bloodstain on Lei Ming's black shirt. It was not known whether his wound was too severe or the blood of the people around him splashed on it, and it was more likely both.

Even though he looked unwell, his expression was extremely calm. Only when Dong Jin spoke provocatively, that handsome and wild face was slightly mocking.

Dong Jin knew Lei Ming too well.

He never thought that this person would say nonsense, especially at such a critical moment. Even if Lei Ming meant to be sarcastic, he said that because he must have found a way to hurt him.

Alas. It seems that he will have to spend his life again.

Thinking of this, Dong Jin opened the panel to check his remaining life.

Excluding the time he spent on cooking and dealing with other monsters, he has exactly 25 days left to live. Isn't this number a bit...

"Since you want to be the savior so much, let's end this opera tonight."

Lei Ming's whisper like a death announcement came with the halberd wind, interrupting Dong Jin's dissatisfaction with the number.

At this moment, whether it was the monsters or the trial-takers, they all left the largest open space under the stage for Lei Ming and him.

Not only because after Dong Jin appeared, this unstoppable BOSS no longer had anyone in his eyes, and even those monsters that tried to get close were stabbed to death by him. It

was also because Dong Jin's opening remarks directly revealed that he was the guy who had injured Lei Ming before.

Even though there were both trialists from the same universe as Dong Jin in the theater, and trialists from other universes who tried to get a piece of the pie after watching the live broadcast, but in this situation where the clearance was imminent, they all temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​looking for trouble, and began to tacitly block the attacks of the remaining monsters in the theater, allowing Dong Jin to take action to deal with Lei Ming.

As Dong Jin and Lei Ming continued to fight, the seats in the inner field had been completely destroyed, and even the walls of the theater collapsed a little, revealing the drizzle outside and the lonely arc moon in the night sky.

The opera performance on the stage is still going on now, simply because Feilin, who has time, is forcing it to continue.

With the background music of the song, everyone's eyes are vaguely cast on this main battlefield.

After discovering that Dong Jin was not injured after fighting for a long time, while Lei Ming had a lot of new injuries, the trialists in the theater and the human audience outside inevitably have great confidence in Dong Jin.

But the person involved, Dong Jin, feels more and more uneasy as the fight goes on.

Instead of forcibly taking the halberd, he tried to dodge it even more intently.

When Lei Ming came again with the halberd, he directly blocked the sharp tip of the halberd with the blade of his poisoned knife. In this fleeting moment of stalemate, Dong Jin instinctively raised his eyes and met the gaze of Lei Ming, who was close at hand.

The next second, he heard Lei Ming laugh very softly.

Then the whites of the monster's eyes suddenly turned black.

The crescent pattern that spread wildly on his forehead was almost the same as the golden arc moon that appeared from the cracks in the wall. The sudden downpour seemed to gradually coincide with his heartbeat at the moment, and Dong Jin's emotions began to boil like his.

"So that's how it is." Dong Jin tried to suppress his emotions but to no avail and quickly figured everything out.

No wonder Lei Ming was so confident of victory even though he was seriously injured and overdrawn - he actually realized how to force this resonance between him and himself after only experiencing it once yesterday.

Dong Jin could certainly remain hard-hearted in this copy, but as long as he resonated with Lei Ming, Lei Ming's emotions would be continuously transmitted to him.

If Lei Ming's emotions were strong enough, he would no longer be able to remain calm and indifferent. And once his emotions were affected, Lei Ming's attack would pierce him.

Is this what is called a gift?

Dong Jin turned his head to wipe away the bloodstains winding down his neck.

The pure gold necklace that was hanging around his neck had been neatly cut off by Lei Ming's halberd. If he hadn't dodged carefully, not to mention the necklace, his head might have been out of place.

How should I put it? In terms of combat ability, this strongest person in the highest universe is indeed not in vain.

"You should be reaching your limit, right?" Dong Jin, who didn't want to fight head-on, estimated Lei Ming's poor condition and tried to delay for a while, at least until the opera was over.

However, Lei Ming, who saw through his intentions, didn't buy it at all. Even though the monster's emotions were extremely violent, his voice was still too calm: "I have overdrawn a lot of strength. But I am more than enough to deal with you."

What else can he do now? Let's just fight hard.

Dong Jin once again took out eight newly poisoned silver knives.

At this moment, Lei Ming was overdrawing his life, burning his life, and acting like he was outliving his life.

With the bursts of sharp weapons coming from the intersection, Dong Jin's 25-day life span that he had managed to save was gradually reaching the bottom. With only three days left to live, Lei Ming seized the opportunity to strangle him by the throat and pressed him straight to the ground.

Hiss... Dong Jin, who smashed the marble floor and made some cracks, tried not to cry out in pain.

The moment his head hit the ground, he thought: the all-round enhancement given by the Supreme Universe Will is quite reliable. At least the back of his head is strong enough after being enhanced.

Dong Jin, who is at the end of his life, is not in a good condition. Lei Ming, who is half hanging on him at this moment, is in an even worse condition.

Because this monster is not only overdrawing his own life, but also unconsciously bears part of the cost for Dong Jin because of the forced resonance.

How can the body in the copy be compared with the real body of a god? And now Dong Jin's worth has long been ridiculously expensive. Even if Lei Ming is the final BOSS of this copy, he can't afford such a huge consumption.

Just as Dong Jin used his right hand to hold Lei Ming's wrist, preventing him from tightening his palm and breaking his throat, the opera, which lasted nearly 90 minutes, finally came to an end.

In the third and final act of the opera, Xin Ge, dressed in a sacrificial outfit, walked to the stage with a group of actors who had survived the disaster and sang in unison to everyone who was paying attention:

"Courage is our medal, and the world is glorious because of us."

"Tonight let us wear the crown of victory and praise the glory of mankind together!"

It ended.

Even though the olive branch crown on Dong Jin's forehead had been smashed away when he fell to the ground just now, and even though the battle between him and Lei Ming had not yet been decided, the end of the opera and the cheers of humans coming from inside and outside the theater at this time had already announced their victory in advance.

Lei Ming came here to stop the continuation of the opera and to scare the humans outside from acting rashly.

But now, both of his goals have failed, and even if he succeeded in taking Dong Jin's life in the end, it would be useless.

What's more...

Lei Ming lowered his head slightly, his hot breath entangled with Dong Jin silently, and his dark golden eyes were full of dark eyes.

"How strange, I obviously enjoy tragedy so much."

How strange.

What he likes is obviously the ultimate tragedy that starts with enthusiasm but ends in silence.

What's the result? At this moment, the whole world is cheering, but he is not angry at all. Instead, his heart beats faster and faster.

From last night to today, the calm Lei Ming has already figured it out. The reason why he could sense Dong Jin's emotions at that time was not because of the ridiculous heartbeat. However, when he saw Dong Jin again today, he was uncertain again.

There was a moment when he even wondered if he was crazy.

When Lei Ming lowered his head and stared at him, Dong Jin was also looking up at Lei Ming who was just a line away from him. At

this moment, he suddenly remembered the very beginning, the eyes of this god.

After each dream copy ended, he cast a look from the throne, a desolate look to the bone.

Just like tonight, just like now.

In the countless midnights that followed, Lei Ming had changed so much that he almost forgot what this guy looked like at first. Even

the conscienceless Dong Jin couldn't help but wonder at this moment, did he mess with Lei Ming's mentality too hard in the dream copy?

That was the god of night and drama, desire and fantasy itself.

Before meeting him, this man's dictionary might not have words like "failure", "frustration" and "patience". He was unruly and reckless, watching comedies with a cold eye and cheering for tragedies.

But is this my fault?

The next second, Dong Jin raised his left hand and quietly pierced Lei Ming's heart with a poker with a king pattern printed on it.

——This is certainly not my fault.

——I just want to survive.