The sixth copy
Everyone present immediately became alert. He Shan put his hands behind his back, holding a sickle in his palm.
The others also held weapons, and the two sides confronted each other, creating a tense atmosphere.
Du Ming smiled, his face showing an unprecedented ease.
He has been searching for the traces of the traitors these days, and has basically found them all by today.
He Shan's heart skipped a beat after being infiltrated into his lair, and his expression darkened. "Sir, I don't know what benefits Du Ming has given you. I'm willing to offer you a more generous salary. Why not turn to the light instead of the dark?"
Abandoning the dark and joining the light? As expected of a subordinate of the old demon lord, he's so shameless he could build a wall.
It’s a pity that Du Ming is not going to reveal his real name, otherwise he would like to see what expression the other party would have when he knew the truth.
Without further ado, take action.
Du Ming swung his machete vigorously, looking very powerful. His aura alone forced many people to retreat.
Not to mention that most of the people here just want to gain some merits, their strength is not very high, and many of them want to escape immediately.
Take one of them for example. He first looked around with his eyes flickering, then looked around and found that no one was paying attention, so he turned around and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
Before he could even reach the door, he was whipped back. He Shan grabbed the man's neck and said sinisterly, "Still want to run?" Then he threw him towards Du Ming.
It was obvious that he was heading straight for the blade, and the ferocity of his attack frightened many players into retreating.
Some people were terrified, some gave up, and some realized that if they didn't kill Du Ming, they might not be able to leave the house today, so they simply made up their minds and took out all the treasures in the bottom of the box.
The disorganized fighting style did have some effect at first, but unfortunately it was broken by Du Ming not long after it gained the upper hand.
The people around him fell one by one. He Shan stood in the corner with a sullen face. Memories of failures in recent days flooded into his mind. Finally, he took out the dark barrier stone from his pocket.
The person he sent out to report that day came back and said that in addition to locking all the candidates in the copy, the barrier stone actually has a more powerful function.
When He Shan first heard about this ability, he was so surprised that he was speechless.
It’s a pity that this gift cannot be given to Du Ming himself.
A trace of regret appeared on He Shan's face.
It was just a fleeting thought, and as time was running out, he no longer hesitated and threw out ten formation flags on the spot.
The formation flag automatically sank into the ground, revealing a strange pattern. Except for Du Ming, the people illuminated by the pattern had dull eyes and expressions, and they all stood there in a daze.
Du Ming took a look, withdrew his attack and turned to attack He Shan.
However, this is exactly what a certain NPC was waiting for. The moment the machete pierced He Shan's body, Du Ming seemed to hear the sound of stone breaking in his ears.
In just the blink of an eye, blood-red mist drifted out from He Shan's chest. Although Du Ming drew his sword at a lightning speed, the mist seemed to be able to smell it, quickly wrapping around his hand along the blade and then the handle.
A feeling like being bitten by insects and ants came over him, and Du Ming frowned and slapped several talismans on his body to dispel the sting.
"It's useless." He Shan covered his chest with his hands, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. "Just enjoy it, it's something that costs your life." His face was filled with a smile after successful revenge, which looked twisted and hideous.
After a moment, it completely disappeared.
Du Ming didn't understand what was going on. Apart from the initial discomfort, he didn't feel anything else.
Without his knowledge, players far away were forced to exit the dungeon one by one.
Ran Hua was working in the fruit shop one moment, and the next second he was already in the game hall. At the same time, his companions who had entered with him also came out.
Game rewards also arrived quickly.
After everyone was surprised, they were delighted.
Are they coming out?!
The joy of escaping death condensed into faces that seemed to be both crying and laughing, but in the end they could only let the tears flow down their cheeks.
Ran Hua wiped away his tears, helped his companions up, and prepared to take the wounded back to the camp first. The injuries suffered by everyone this time were not only physical, but more importantly, psychological trauma.
Fortunately, there are special spiritual counselors in the legion who can comfort the wounded.
As for Du Ming...Ran Hua thought of the person who successfully rescued them this time, and planned to find a time to thank him after sending the team members back.
Who would have thought that this wait would take so long.
At first, the ending of the incident did not arouse Du Ming's vigilance. It was not until he found that no one had competed with him for the dice for three consecutive days that he realized something was wrong.
It seems...there is no other player in the entire dungeon except him.
With this idea in mind, Du Ming paid special attention to it.
He even went to the fruit shop and asked the owner, only to find out that Ran Hua had disappeared a few days ago without saying goodbye.
Calculating the time, it is the day to destroy Heshan’s lair.
Du Ming became suspicious, and sure enough, there were no members of the Divine Legion at the places where supplies were usually delivered.
What on earth was going on? Could he be the only player left in the entire dungeon?
With this question in mind, Du Ming spent all his time searching for other players when he didn't need to find the dice. But even so, he still didn't find a single player.
Standing on the busy commercial street, Du Ming felt for the first time that the world was a little empty.
He took out the communication stone and sent a message to Cassia.
That night, the two met successfully at 'My Territory, My Call'.
Cassia's clothes were a little messy, and it was obvious that he had rushed here in a hurry. The first thing he said when he saw Du Ming was to ask about the specific situation.
Someone recounted the entire incident in detail, and when he mentioned the blood-red mist, Cassia finally revealed a look of distress.
He took Du Ming's hand and let the demonic energy flow from his palm along the other's fingertips. When it reached his heart, his expression changed significantly.
Cassia's eyebrows jumped, and he explained: "The other party should have used a barrier stone, or the most vicious sacrifice method."
"Barrier stone?"
"Yes." Cassia nodded and explained to Du Ming: "It's a special stone similar to the Time Stone. I heard you say at the beginning that many players were trapped in this dungeon, so it must be this stone."
"One of the functions of the barrier stone is to lock a space, allowing only entry but no exit. If you want to leave, you must obtain the consent of the stone's controller."
"But this is only the basic effect of the barrier stone. There is an even more extreme ability..." Cassia took a breath before continuing: "It uses the controller's life as a sacrifice to form a cage and lock a specific person in."
"Usually this is only useful for players." This is also the reason why the NPCs are still there, but the players have disappeared one by one.
After listening to the entire introduction of the barrier stone, Du Ming felt a lot more at ease.
What is known is far less terrifying than what is unknown.
He said, "Then there is no solution?" There should be a way to break any cage.
Cassia used her magic energy to test it again. "You are now closely connected to this copy. You are it, and it is you. If you force your way through, your body will be threatened."
"If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like drilling a hole in your chest, and then the passage would naturally become unblocked."
Du Ming nodded his head up and down, completely understanding what Cassia meant.
It's a bit tricky.
"But there is a method that is worth a try." Cassia thought of something and suddenly had an idea.
"you say."
Cassia: "I remember you once told me that your body outside is different from your body here?"
"Yes." Du Ming responded.
"In that case, why not pull your body outside in to replace you and make a quick escape?"
The method Cassia mentioned provided someone with a new idea.
But it was easier said than done. Now that Du Ming had become one with the dungeon, breaking free from this bondage was beyond human power and required immense energy.
So where does the energy come from?
Cassia was still injured. If he used his own energy to help Du Ming, the injured area would probably explode before the task was successful, and he would die completely.
Du Ming touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Eh? If they don't have enough energy, they can just take someone else's.
Someone suddenly remembered that the old demon king had been making small moves recently, and he might have obtained a lot of copy cores.
Is there anything in the game that gathers more energy than a dungeon core? The answer is no.
So, why don't they go and take back the replica cores that Bran took away? The other party has sown the cause, so naturally they must also make this result.
Du Ming shared his idea with Cassia and received the latter's strong support, "I can quietly send you into the copy controlled by the other party." This current demon king believed that he could still do it.
Du Ming was so happy with the little expression that he kissed Cassia: "Then I'll have to trouble you, baby."
Cassia blushed and kissed him back.
But when he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up, the corners of his lips curled up, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes, "My dear, I suddenly thought of a copy that is very suitable for you."
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