Last Chance

The two figures kept dodging and entangled in the air, long swords stabbing at each other's bodies at the same time, and then narrowly avoiding at the last second.

It was like a confrontation with oneself in the mirror. Every move was accurately predicted. The two of them seemed to be dancing a wonderful and dangerous tango on the edge of a knife.

The illusionary [Oreus] dodged Diao Zuan's attack, still shouting: "Too slow, too slow, who can you defeat with your speed? Run, jump, move! Don't embarrass me!"

"You're too noisy."

The red-haired young man replied coldly, his face showing an unprecedented concentration. The other party completely copied all his abilities: [Holy Arms], combat ability, weapons, and consciousness.

This was the toughest enemy he had ever faced. Fatigue was slowly draining the red-haired young man's strength, but the opponent was still full of energy. The red-haired young man kept his breathing steady, his eyes wandering around the enemy, searching for weaknesses over and over again.

Since we can't win with what we already have, we can only use what we don't have!

The red-haired young man dodged the opponent's attack, and his arm was slightly painful. He retreated quickly without paying much attention, and took the opportunity to pull out a broken arrow from the monster's corpse on the ground, and picked up the broken bow from the ground.

[Oreius] glanced at him, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes. Want to defeat him with this? That's impossible. But he soon paid the price for his recklessness.

With blood soaking the bow and arrow, Oreius drew his bow and aimed at the opponent's heart. His movements were extremely smooth, without a single hesitation. The arrow, which had been tempered a thousand times, flew out and hit the opponent's chest.

The illusion looked at Oreius in surprise: "How is it possible?"

In his domain, he could perfectly replicate all of the other party's abilities, except for this wonderful archery skill. In other words, this was not something that Oreius should have.

“There are still many things you don’t know.”

The red-haired young man smiled slightly, and Oreus' curiosity was completely aroused.

"If you don't tell me, I won't give you the power!"

"It's okay. I can get it with my own hands."

"You are such a pain in the ass."

[Oreus] reached out and pulled the arrow out of his chest, grinning and saying, "But I'm not like those false gods. No matter what method you use, as long as you can defeat me, you're victorious - so take it."

He tensed his arm muscles, held the arrow and threw it at the red-haired young man. However, the arrow thrown by human power was faster than the longbow, and hit the opponent's chest without resistance.

At this moment, the wall in the subconscious seemed to be hit by something, and shattered in front of the souls' horrified gaze, revealing the scenery behind it.

The godhead descended and embedded itself into this ocean of subconsciousness. The red-haired young man entered someone's body in a trance and heard the owner of the body laughing wildly.

There was a gray mist all around, and in front of me stood a kind old man with gray hair. The two seemed to be discussing something, but the atmosphere was very unpleasant.

"A righteous God would come after an evil guy like me? This is really eye-opening!"

"Under normal circumstances, a heretic like you would certainly need to be killed. You force others to enslave their wills and drain their potential. But times are different now. The continuation of humanity requires your strength."

"Haha ...

The former owner of the godhead said something rubbish, and his expression suddenly turned terrifying: "But why should I listen to you?"

God servants of various races controlled by blood appeared around the two gods, all of them were top-level warriors. Their exposed skin was covered with scarlet patterns, and their faces were full of enthusiasm for the former master of the godhead.

The mist cleared, and beneath their feet was a bustling city. Countless creatures shuttled through it. Fairies and elves communicated with each other, and humans tasted the delicacies made by halflings. Warcrafts slowly walked through the streets, with burly orcs sitting on their backs. Their bodies were covered with strange bright red patterns, extending countless threads of faith to the former master of the godhead.

He laughed loudly and said, "Unlike you, I can directly control all living beings. Their bodies, souls and beliefs all belong to me. Even if I ask them to kill their relatives, they will do it. No matter what changes happen in the world, as long as my power remains, I will not fall. On the other hand, you twelve righteous gods, the evil of people is increasing day by day, and the goodness of your hearts is disappearing year by year. It's so sad, whether you throw yourself into darkness for the sake of survival, or die for the sake of your godhood, I really want to see your ending!"

The God of Medicine did not speak. Countless herbs grew under his feet, and it seemed as if a child was walking along the mountain road, carrying a basket to collect herbs. He gradually grew up, and the young man carried the basket and continued to treat all the creatures he encountered. In the end, when he was very old, the old man still insisted on walking on the road with the medicine cup in his hand.

The two figures gradually overlapped, and a worn-out medicine cup appeared in the God of Medicine's hand. The kind old man lowered his eyes and sighed: "What a pity, I wish we could work together to overcome the difficulties."

"Light and shadow are inherently incompatible. Where there are good people, there are evil people. You are the gatekeepers of the dark side of the world, but how long can you hold out against the evil of the world?"

The memory was shattered at this moment. [Oreus] stood in front of the red-haired young man, his eyes burning with malice.

"How hypocritical! These righteous gods can only come up with some false reasons. What about saving the world, what about for the sake of humanity? We don't need to care so much. You just need to act according to your own ideas. Spread terror to all parts of the world, and they will worship you as their king. This is my gift to you."

The red-haired young man did not reach out to take it. [Oreus] snorted and laughed: "Foolish, we are monsters attached to the opposite side of the world. You are not being persuaded by the nonsense of that old God of Medicine."

"Inherit my power, you were born for evil. Now it's just because they don't know the truth about your ability, but once they find out, everyone will draw their swords against you!"

"[If you can control others, you can control me], [He will threaten my power], [Are my feelings for him the result of being manipulated?] Even if they know that such speculations are pure nonsense, as long as they know that you can control everything, there is only one ending waiting for you -"

"Either you kill them, or they kill you. One day, you will become a monster standing against the world like me! What is justice and what is evil? The answer is that what is good to yourself is justice, and what is bad to yourself is evil!"

The phantom suddenly closed the distance between the two. The distance was so close that their noses were almost touching. The dark golden pupils clearly reflected the figure of the red-haired young man. [Oreus] whispered, and his voice was like a dull ribbon brushing across his cheek.

"You proud and arrogant fellow, do you really think you can fight against the evil of others? Hehehe... I don't hate your stupid arrogance. So accept it, and let my power witness your final end."

A boiling heat burst out from the chest pierced by the arrow. The red-haired young man let out a low growl and suddenly opened his eyes.

The stone giant waved his fists and attacked the insect tide tirelessly. A thick layer of insect corpses piled up under its feet. No matter whether it was a huge and terrifying scavenger or a small insect scurrying around, no one could resist the stone giant's attack.

But there were too many insects. They gnawed at the rocks bit by bit and climbed higher. The queen admired this scene. Even the bravest warriors could not resist the attack of the insects.

The stone giant's right foot was eaten away, and it fell heavily to one knee. It used its hands to support the ground and tried to stand up again, but more insects took the opportunity to climb up.

The human standing on the giant's shoulders did not react. The first scavenger spread its insect wings and flew in front of him, with its sharp mouthparts reaching out to the other's face. A hand suddenly grasped its mouthparts, and its skin was torn and blood corroded and transformed. The scavenger, with red lines all over his body, turned his spearhead and rushed towards his companions, and was soon completely submerged by the insects.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

The dark red-haired young man shook his hands, a wild smile appeared on his face. Blood dripped, and countless spells formed a scarlet mist that spread in all directions.

The remnant of the dead alien god whispered in his ear: "Come on, since the world says we are monsters, let us become real monsters!"

The murderous aura turned into a surging sea of ​​blood, spreading in all directions. A mournful wail came from it, and his blood-gold eyes looked at the sea of ​​insects in front of him. His existence was like the nightmare itself, making those who saw it tremble with fear. The tide of insects that touched the sea of ​​blood turned their spears around and rushed towards their own kind.

For a moment, the scene became extremely chaotic. Until a powerful aura descended from above, directly killing all the rebellious insects. The [Insect Queen] revealed her true form, floating above the battlefield, her beautiful wings sparkling, and her stunning face full of indifference.

"Same smell, whose offspring are you? Humph... Even if He comes in person, He will have to pay the price for provoking me."

The two figures collided violently, causing a roar. The monster from the abyss of the blood sea and the Queen of Insects engaged in a brutal fight.

"Bang——"

Inside the Insect City, the fierce noise outside the city even reached the central area. The entire Insect City seemed to have experienced an earthquake. After confirming that most of the insect people had left, Amelia and others also planned to leave.

Seeing Ricks's worried expression, Flynn patted him on the shoulder and took the initiative to stand in the crowd. He gave Ricks a reliable look and said, "I'm with them. You should be relieved now."

Ricks hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't let go of these old friends: "Then I'll leave it to you."

"No problem, leave their safety to me, you have to complete the task quickly."

With Flynn's help, the natives in the barn quickly found the fire and set it on fire in the central area.

The fear of fire was deeply rooted in the hearts of every species, and the remaining insects in the Insect City were alarmed and put out the flames everywhere to prevent them from burning the Queen's palace.

Rex led the others into the palace smoothly. The few insect people were bewitched and tied up and thrown into the corner.

Aga pointed to the most magnificent palace and said, "That's it."

The Queen's palace is extremely exquisite. The columns and walls are spliced ​​together with exquisite patterns, and the surface is sprinkled with gold and silver powder, inlaid with rare gems, and such luxurious decorations are only suitable for walls here. Rex became more cautious when revisiting the old place: "Be careful, don't fall into the trap."

Aga said: "Don't worry, their main fighting force has been attracted out. Seize the time and make a quick decision."

Rex looked at him deeply, and the group headed straight to the depths of the palace. Aga took out a metal box and placed it on the ground. The box automatically unfolded when it touched the ground, and a multi-faceted metal platform was placed inside. There were grooves carved on the edges and depressions in the center, as if waiting for something to be inserted and opened.

He cut open his fingertip and let the red-black liquid flow into the groove. Then he put a black token in it.

Ricks watched his movements closely and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

The air suddenly became extremely quiet. Aga turned to look at him: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Really?"

Rex narrowed his eyes and approached him step by step: "Are you Aga or the [Emissary]?"

Aga lowered his eyes, his hair covering his expression, making it unclear: "Why do you say that?"

"When I left the City of Insects, it had not become what it is now. In just a decade or so, the City of Insects has been completely transformed. With such advanced technology, there must be someone behind the scenes providing assistance. But even the Black Mist believers would find it difficult to achieve this in such a short period of time. For example, someone must have reached a cooperation with them."

"Orelius reminded me to pay attention to you. You are very likely the 'Emissary' mentioned by the Black Mist believers. Thinking carefully, there is indeed something wrong. You were born in the Mechanical City, and the people who came this time are all disciples of Heise. If you want to do something, it will be difficult for the teams to find out."

"Isn't it too arbitrary to judge based on just these things?"

"Of course there is a more important doubt. You just told me that the layout of the City of Insects is very similar to Partington, right?"

"The Mechanical City is far away from Partinton. As far as I know, researchers from the Mechanical City rarely go to Partinton. At least the Western Intelligence Network has never heard of the name Aga. Researchers from the Mechanical City are only interested in machines, so they naturally cannot bother to study maps. Repairing the teleportation array is time-consuming and laborious, so they simply don't have the leisure to tour the city. So, how did you know this? Apart from Oleus, there are only two of us who are qualified to contact the Black Mist believers."

Ricks pointed at the other person, then at himself: "You are indeed working hard, but unfortunately you are still too human compared to the real Mecha City researchers. The researchers I have seen are more cruel than you, and never care about other things."

"I never thought I would be exposed in a place like this."

Aga smiled and said, "It's too late now. The reason you stopped me now is because of the teleportation array."

"Even if there are traitors involved, it is impossible to completely affect the [Black Mist Counterattack Plan]. I can feel that you really want to complete this plan. Therefore, the most likely possibility is that the truth is confused with the false - the teleportation array is real, but the coordinates are fake. The reason why you sent people to join the team is because of another purpose."

"You are all very smart, but it is too late."

Aga smiled, his expression vacant. He took a step back, and the gray door opened in front of him. A dozen Black Mist followers rushed out and blocked him. The surface of the door cracked and turned into powder.

"Although it can only be used once here, there will be a new copy soon, so it doesn't matter."

The followers of the Black Mist kept Aga completely hidden.

Malcolm was stunned, and he didn't react at all. When did these people do so many things behind his back? How come he didn't know anything about it!

However, he quickly distinguished friend from foe, and drew his weapon in front of Rex. It was a sacred scepter that looked extremely heavy, and the priest brandished it with great vigor.

"Leave it to me!"

"......"

To be honest, this scene is quite shocking.

But Malcolm stepped forward at the critical moment and really helped.

Without bothering to thank him, Rex hurriedly said "I leave it to you!" and rushed towards the crowd.

The summoned Black Mist followers were about to attack him, but Malcolm waved his staff and shouted, "Under the protection of my Lord, evil will be exposed!"

The Black Mist followers who were slow to move due to the Rex bloodline were beaten to a bloody pulp. Malcolm was worthy of being the successor of the priest of the Church, and his hand-to-hand combat skills were trained to perfection. Every time the heavy scepter fell, it made everyone dizzy. Some Black Mist followers wanted to distance themselves and attack from a distance, but Malcolm stood up and the priest cleverly slipped through. The priest was confused by the bloodline and stood still and took Malcolm's blow.

It seemed that he was just planning to use these people to delay time, so Rex would not let him succeed. The man was extremely anxious, and a pair of black insect wings appeared from his back. His already fast speed increased even more, and he shook off the obstacles of the others in an instant, and saw Aga's figure.

The young man stood in front of the teleportation array. Rex drew his gun and fired several shots at him. Thick blood splattered. Aga stood still, steadily peeled open his chest, took out a thin chip from the place where his heart was, and threw it into the anchor point.

The chip instantly melted into the liquid, and fine lines appeared on the surface of the black token. All 20 nodes were finally in place, and the blue lines merged together to form a huge transmission array.

It straddles the black mist, looking magnificent and looming on the top of the Insect City, like a crown bestowed by the gods.

The huge teleportation array lit up, and the light shot straight into the sky. When this light lit up, the teleportation array in Partington City also lit up.

The head of the Brainworm family gave orders in an orderly manner, and the atmosphere in Partington City became solemn and tense. The bloodline people who had been prepared for a long time rushed to the door and were ready in a very short time.

The black-robed merchant appeared silently at the gate. The place that was off-limits to outsiders was like a deserted place for him. Shadows were the best shelter. He stood outside the city gate and looked at the busy crowd. He caught a glimpse of a particularly conspicuous figure among them. The two of them almost brushed past each other, and the other did not notice the existence of the profiteer at all.

This was the first time he met Hazel face to face, and a hint of the familiar sweet and rich fragrance passed over his nose.

The profiteer was slightly stunned. After all, the original body had dealt with this thing a lot in the hospital, and he quickly found the corresponding thing. The black-robed merchant stared at Hai Shiz in surprise. The researchers in the Mechanical City actually drank secret brew?

Let's not talk about the impact on the brain. In fact, people in the mechanical city are rarely troubled by pollution. After all, IQ has nothing to do with blood. It depends more on the brain and does not require a high blood level. In order to keep a clear mind, researchers have always stayed away from addictive drugs. Few people like to drink.

His thoughts flashed by, and Hai Shiz had already walked to the front of the teleportation array.

Countless round mechanical devices were flying in the sky, pouring energy liquid into the transmission array. The light on the transmission array gradually took shape, and the S-level researchers commanded these machines alone, not allowing others to touch them even a little.

Although Hai Shiz's requirements were strict, he demonstrated an excellent level of control in the actual process. The mechanical device danced gracefully and was exquisitely flawless.

Bloodline members from all directions lined up in front of the teleportation array. Standing in the front were the elites of each family, and in the back were high-level bloodline members who came from all directions. Among them were many bloodline members of the Garcia family. They should have been standing in the front, but now they could only be mixed with ordinary bloodline members who looked down on them. What was taken away was not only the name of the Twelve Round Table Families, but also their pride. The bloodline members gritted their teeth and were determined to regain the reputation of their families in this counterattack.

When the last person stepped into the teleportation array, the teleportation array, which was emitting a blue halo, continued to operate steadily. After ensuring that it was operating correctly, the bloodline families in charge of vigilance began their shifts.

Hazel checked the operation of the teleportation array again, gave a few instructions to the others, and then turned around and left.

The profiteer was about to follow when he suddenly saw a bloodline person walking out of the brain worm family. He was communicating with his companions and miraculously ignored the cognitive barriers attached to the profiteer. He walked straight towards him with a very familiar attitude.

The bloodline member who was working with him looked at the profiteer in confusion, as if he couldn't find the corresponding person in his mind. The bloodline member came to the profiteer, smiling brightly as if he was treating a friend, but what he said was surprising.

"I want to make a deal with you."

The profiteer's eyes narrowed slightly. Unlike the smile on his face, his voice was flat and straightforward, as if he was being manipulated to say this. Without waiting for the profiteer to answer, he continued, "I will use the money in exchange for your reminder to Oreius."

"Don't trust the brainworms that have taken over the thought web!"

The sound of treasures falling to the ground continued to ring out, indicating that the deal was done. The Bloodline suddenly came back to his senses, and shook his head as if he was confused about why he was here. He smiled apologetically at the profiteer and turned back to his friend.

"Strange, how did I suddenly run over there?"

"Huh? Didn't you say you knew someone there? Do you want to go over and confirm it?"

"Did I say that?"

"Of course, do you think I would lie to you?"

"It's really strange. I have no memory of it at all."

"Okay, don't think too much. We should get back to our duties."

The profiteer heard the conversation between the two from a distance, stared at the back of the bloodline man, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

The teleportation array behind him finally took shape and connected with the teleportation array in the black mist.

Outside the City of Insects, the Queen looked up at the huge teleportation array without a trace of worry on her face. She chuckled, "So that's what you were thinking. What a pity, it's doomed to fail."

The ferocious beast standing opposite stared at him coldly, and where the blood spread, there were crawling insect corpses everywhere, and they joined him in attacking the queen again.

In the City of Insects, Rex stared at the teleportation array in astonishment.

"Why...? What did you do!?"

The teleportation array was running, but no one appeared in the Bug City, which was the core.

Aga spat out a mouthful of blood. He slowly backed away, his pale skin peeling off, emitting a strong smell of death.

But his expression was very calm, and there was even a hint of pity and helplessness in his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him.

"Run," he whispered. "This is your last chance."