Chapter 255 Elevator (8) With this broken body, we crown the new king...
The 8th floor of Group B was about to collapse completely. The golden barrier pressed on the players' heads and the soil fell down. The members of Group A and Group B said goodbye to each other. When saying goodbye, Wei Wei showed the photos he took of Xian Wang Eleven to the members of Group B.
"I feel like he looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him before," Wei Wei said, "Everyone, do you have any impression of this person?"
Gao Mengtang wanted to see him, but he was blind. The amazing thing was that He Lun and Bai Jie both said, "I seem to have seen this person somewhere."
"Where?" Wei Wei asked?
Bai Jie thought for a long time and shook his head: "I don't remember."
"13! 13!" the parrot in the forest shouted at the top of its voice.
The Thirteenth Sage King? He is nothing like a human being. Besides, what is the relationship between the Thirteenth Sage King and the Eleventh Sage King? The B-group competition field is about to collapse, and the players have to leave.
"You still have 200 points left," Gao Mengtang shouted through the elevator door, "We will get the remaining 600 points as soon as possible!"
At this time, the elevator had already descended to the next floor.
"Hehehe," an unpleasant laugh sounded. Zhong Lichen looked at Gao Mengtang's blind eyes curiously and waved a hand in front of him. "Little blind man, how do you want to get 600 points? The rabbits at the trigger point have been found."
Bai Jie curled his lips and said, "What's your plan, besides making sarcastic remarks?"
"I sacrificed all my teammates," Zhong Lichen spread his hands, "How many teammates do you plan to sacrifice?"
According to the rules of the dungeon, sacrificing a teammate, whether throwing him into the [Road to Ascension] or turning him into a missionary, can only earn 50 points.
All seven members of Gao Mengtang's team are currently alive. Two members of Shang Yin's team have lost their lives, leaving five people.
Zhong Lichen wrote down a string of numbers in the elevator hall: (7+5)x50=600
"Oh, this is a very clear arrangement!" He clapped his hands. "If you all sacrifice yourself, it will be just enough time for the members of Group A to leave the dungeon."
After seeing this calculation, the players' faces turned ugly.
The trigger points in the copy are gone. If players still want to gain points, they can only kill their teammates and give the points to Group A.
"We can wait for people from other teams to become missionaries!" Gao Mengtang suggested. "We don't even know that Li Heng, but he also contributed 50 points to us!"
After saying that, Gao Mengtang added sullenly: "It's not very moral to be generous to others."
"Hehehe, you are worthy of being Bodhisattva Mengtang. You are still thinking about morality at this time!" The elevator arrived at the 5th floor. As soon as the door opened, Gao Mengtang was almost tripped by the prank boxes on the floor.
The clown in the box was dangling on a spring, shouting sharply: "Kill a teammate, 50 points! Kill a teammate, 50 points! The specific method is as follows, the path of ascension or missionary..."
He Lun was furious and grabbed Zhong Lichen by the collar: "You told the rules to other players again??!"
Zhongli Chen raised his hands in surrender: "This is not revenge, but a friendship forever. People should know how to share! And..." He didn't seem to use much strength, and he gently pinched He Lun's wrist with two fingers and moved He Lun's hand away, "Not everyone can grab my collar, this scarf of mine is not cheap."
The other players were furious. If it weren't for the dungeon rules prohibiting Group B players from fighting each other, they would have beaten Zhongli Chen half to death. Of course, the fact that they couldn't beat him was also an important reason why they chose not to take action.
"Are you our ally or our enemy?" Gao Mengtang couldn't help but get angry. "Do you really want to watch us die?"
Zhong Lichen: "Didn't you get 20 resurrection coins from He Suzhi? Even if all 12 of you die, there are still 8 left. It's not a loss. Why don't you try using the resurrection coins?"
The players pushed Zhong Lichen aside and angrily walked towards the exhibition hall on the 5th floor. They didn't know what to do. Now, the only way to get points was to sacrifice teammates.
In the [Dungeon Players (Group B)] column, the players' avatars dimmed one after another. Zhong Lichen announced the pattern they had discovered. The cruel people would have killed their teammates long ago.
"There should be a way. Don't act too hastily." Gao Mengtang rubbed his white-framed rabbit glasses vigorously, recalling what happened 10 minutes ago...
The missionary appears behind Wei Wei, Gao Mengtang takes a photo and gets 50 points...
Gao Mengtang pounded his fist and said, "We can attack the members of Group A! Didn't the missionary who was torn into pieces just now give us 50 points?"
"Yes!" Heron was ecstatic, but soon calmed down, "But I still don't quite understand why players become missionaries?"
Gao Mengtang tried his best to recall the details. He had long since become blind, so he knew very little and could only speculate based on what his teammates had said...
"I'm all ears." Zhong Lichen leaned his head closer.
Shang Yin pushed him hard and said, "Get out!"
"Don't be so fierce," Zhong Lichen said innocently, "I promise I won't leak the secret this time. I won't lie."
Shang Yin punched him in the face, and the two of them started fighting, from the left side of the exhibition hall to the right side, and then from the right side to the left. Gao Mengtang opened his empty eyes, ignoring the noise around him, and concentrated on thinking.
"Forgiveness." Gao Mengtang said softly.
"What?" Song Zhong, who was covering his ears, didn't hear clearly.
From the moment players enter the dungeon, the system intentionally guides players to recall the bad things they have done, such as Shang Yin's murder, He Qi's autopsy, and Bai Jie's indifference to the death of his relatives.
Let the player realize his sins and feel the pain in his heart. If it ends at this step, it is not in line with the system's style. He will not do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit himself.
What people who are in extreme pain desire most is forgiveness.
What the murderer hopes for most is not that time can go back and he can have another chance to choose not to kill, but that the judge will acquit him. Even if the judge's verdict is unreasonable and unfair, the murderer will definitely regard the judge as a god who saves him.
"Only the victims demand justice, while the perpetrators only hope to be forgiven." Gao Mengtang said, "This is consistent with the evil king's bad character. Justice protects the weak, while forgiveness attracts the strong. For a person who is high above, what is the use of justice? It is more beneficial to him to forgive everything."
If Gao Mengtang guessed correctly, when the players' pain reaches a certain level, the so-called "God" will appear as a saint who forgives everything and pardons everything, pat them on the head, and say something like "Child, you are not wrong, you are already in great pain."
With the addition of some of the Black Tower's "brainwashing" techniques, these evil people will kneel at the feet of "God" and become devout believers.
The continuous "ding-dong" sound is a kind of switch. When hearing this sound, players will continue to strengthen their faith in "Allah".
"Disgusting!" Bai Jie screamed, "What kind of God is this? Don't let me see it, I will put it alive in the crematorium! It must forgive me when it is burned to death!"
At this time, Shang Yin and Zhong Lichen's fight was over, and both of them came back with bruised faces. Shang Yin picked up the latest photo taken by Gao Mengtang and took a look.
The missionary in the photo tilted his head slightly, smiling peacefully, his eyes as ferocious as a wild animal, and a pair of light golden translucent arms resting on his shoulders.
"Su Jack the Ripper, he deserves it." Shang Yin chuckled, threw the photo on the ground and stepped on it. "His favorite delicacy is eating human brains alive."
Zhong Lichen also said: "I've seen it! Dig a hole in the table, fix the brain, smash the skull, and pour hot oil on it. Then, while the person is still alive, pull out the tongue, dig out the eyeballs and eat them. They also like to cut open the abdomen of living people, dig out their organs and cook them..."
"Ah, actually you don't have to explain it in such detail!" Gao Mengtang couldn't bear to listen any further. "During the battle between the Ripper and Wei Wei, Wei Wei cut open his abdomen. At that time, he felt the same pain as the victim, and his desire to be forgiven reached its peak. I think that's when he saw 'God'."
After listening to Gao Mengtang's analysis, everyone agreed with it. After a pause, Shang Yin asked, "But how does this help us get points?"
Gao Mengtang's cheeks flushed a light pink and she was extremely shy. No matter how others urged her, she was too embarrassed to speak.
"Okay, Bodhisattva. Stop being so shy like a grown-up girl." Zhong Lichen interrupted them, "I understand."
He wrote on the whiteboard: Extreme pain - see Allah - get forgiveness - become a missionary - take a photo - get 50 points.
Then, he drew a red circle around the words "extreme pain".
Shang Yin and the others suddenly realized what was going on, and then their faces turned serious. He Lun was still confused, asking "what happened" and "what?"
"Group B members are forbidden from fighting each other, but," Zhong Lichen chuckled, "the rules don't forbid Group A members from killing Group B members, or Group B members from killing Group A members."
He Lun still didn't seem to understand.
"The next time the competition venues overlap, we will slaughter the members of Group A, and Wei Wei, Shang Yu and the others will slaughter the members of Group B. Wouldn't the condition of 'extreme pain' be met?" Zhong Lixing said excitedly, "Chief Gao, this is what you want to say!"
Gao Mengtang nodded with difficulty.
"But that's not all," Zhong Lichen continued, "There is a time difference between the collapse of the two sets of stadiums. Only after the two stadiums collapse, when the number of floors is the same, the stadiums will briefly overlap on the top floor. I calculated that the next time the stadiums overlap, it will be 35 minutes later, on the 5th floor..."
"We have to find a way to trick the members of Group B to the 5th floor. Without prey, who will the hunters slaughter?"
After listening to Zhong Lichen's analysis, He Lun and Bai Jie's faces changed. They were both people with a strong sense of justice, and they would not hesitate to speak out against injustice.
But...but...they couldn't possibly trick people into going to the 7th floor and watching them get slaughtered.
This copy is different from other copies. Every person they see is not an NPC, a monster, or a butcher, but a real living person!
"Maybe there is a gentler way." Gao Mengtang said weakly.
Shang Yin stood up first: "No maybe, let's do it this way. Chief Gao, if you don't want to do it, we will do it. But we want to borrow your name as a great benefactor."
"You want to tarnish our boss's reputation?!" Bai Jie jumped up.
"It's not defilement, it's use," Shang Yin corrected with a frown, "A good name should not be used, but used for people to admire."
He Lun clenched his spear tightly: "That can't be done..."
"Why not?" Shang Yin interrupted him gently, "My brother and my nephew are already dead. Now, I just want to borrow your names. Is that not okay?"
Gao Mengtang and others were silent.
There was no time for them to make a long-term plan. The Group A stadium was swallowed up bit by bit by the anomaly, and the Group B stadium collapsed bit by bit. They had to get out within 90 minutes, otherwise, no one would survive.
What's more, two people died in Shang Yin's family, and he didn't make any excessive demands. He just borrowed Gao Mengtang's name to deceive people.
"Thank you for your generosity." Shang Yin bowed to Gao Mengtang and left.
*
After another battle, the three groups of people including Wei Wei, Shang Yu and Zhong Li Xing hid in a secluded place to rest.
"Your arm isn't healed yet?" Shang Yu asked.
Wei Wei's arm was bitten by the dog, and he had to apply ointment and bandages on it, but the wound did not heal.
Shang Yu sighed: "There is a problem. With your self-healing ability, ordinary injuries will not take so long to heal."
"Yeah." Wei Wei responded, lowered his head, and continued to look at the portrait of the Eleventh Wise King.
Where have I seen this face before?
Suddenly, his throat twitched violently. Wei Wei covered his neck, his face turned red, and it was difficult for him to take a breath of air even though he used all his strength.
He had learned about medicine when he was in Ghost Bamboo, and he had seen this symptom many times - pharyngeal muscle spasm. A symptom of rabies.
The Black Tower strengthened the player's physique, but it had not yet evolved the player into a superhuman who could survive without breathing. The difficulty in breathing gradually increased, and after 6 minutes, the trachea seemed to be flattened and blocked by the twitching muscles, and the lungs were stinging from lack of air.
Wei Wei's eyes went dark for a while. When he was still conscious, he thought to himself with self-mockery: I am nine thousand years old, I would not suffocate myself to death.
His vision was completely occupied by the empty black. Wei Wei fell on the cold floor, his eyes open, but he could see nothing.
Suddenly, dots of red light lit up and merged into a galaxy, flowing slowly and majestically.
"Nine thousand years old..."
A rustling sound was heard in the darkness, and a twisted monster gradually took shape in the darkness. Dozens of ochre-red arms bloomed like petals, and a person was lying on the monster's back.
It was them again, the Thirteenth Wise King and the Half-Dead Man. Wei Wei propped himself up and sat up, turning his head away, unwilling to cast a glance in their direction.
"Poor mortal, you simply... don't know how to use it, the starting point and end point of all life... the Saprophytic Stone."
The half-dead man lay face down, and made a sound somehow. He touched Wei Wei's brow with one finger.
The place bitten by the evil dog was wrapped with several layers of bandages. At this moment, a star-purple light shone under the bandages, and several black butterflies emerged from the gaps and fluttered around.
The number of butterflies increased, eating away at the bandages. The arm shook and all of them shattered into pieces. The densely packed butterflies flew into the air, turned into tiny pieces of fluorescent light, and disappeared.
"At the end, all things are annihilated. At the time of decay and rebirth, a new world begins." The pale hand slid down along the center of his eyebrows and lifted up Wei Wei's chin.
"You are destined to be the only king of the new world. I will crown you personally." The half-dead man raised his head, and his face, which was wrinkled like a mummy, broke into an unusually charming smile.
Wei Wei stared at Him, his lips moving, and the arms of the Wise King Thirteen wrapped the half-dead man in layers. He retreated back into the darkness, and the throne room began to collapse.
"Half-dead!" Wei Wei shouted. He sat up suddenly and opened his eyes to see the white walls of the museum.
Duan Song was holding a resurrection coin and seemed to be about to put it on Wei Wei's chest, but he was shocked by the resurrection of the dead.
"We thought you were going to die." Shang Yu said in surprise, "Are you okay?"
Wei Wei: "Where is the photo? The photo of the Eleventh Xian King." He searched for it and found that the photo was tightly held in his hand. When he unfolded it, his breathing stopped for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Duan Song carefully put away the resurrection coin. "Why do you always look at his photo? Are you in love with him?"
Wei Wei: "Xian Wang eleven is half dead."
In the [Scavenger] dungeon, when Wei Wei was fighting the Many-Faced Buddha and was on the verge of death, he also saw the half-dead man like before. However, the half-dead man was incredibly skinny, like a dying old tree, and was very different from the vigorous and vigorous Xian Wang Eleven. When Wei Wei saw the portrait, he felt familiar, but he couldn't recognize it.
In addition, players had seen a promotional video recorded by a half-dead person in the [Chaos Block No. 13] instance. But that was three months ago, so when Wei Wei took out the photo, He Lun, Bai Jie and other players felt that it looked familiar, but they couldn't remember who it was.
The parrot in the forest shouted "13", not referring to the Wise King Thirteen, but the copy of [Chaos Block No. 13].
"The half-dead man turned out to be... the Eleventh Wise King?" Shang Yu murmured in surprise, "Unexpected, unbelievable. But why?"
Duan Song: "The soul of the Eleventh Wise King turned into an ID card, and the remaining body became a half-dead person. As a life form in the other world, it can still live without a soul... right?"
"You can live without a soul, or rather, you can be half-dead," Shang Yu propped up his chin and fell into deep thought. "What I don't understand is not why the Eleventh Wise King is still alive, but how can the Eleventh Wise King be half-dead?"
The others listened to Shang Yu attentively.
"With this broken body, we will crown the new king. This is the motto of the believers of the Half-Dead," Shang Yu said, "Chief Xiao believes in the Half-Dead because he believes that the Half-Dead can choose the most benevolent and powerful king in the new world."
"The half-dead man exists only for the moment when the new king ascends the throne. If the half-dead man is the Eleventh Wise King," Shang Yu felt that all this was too humorous and laughed, "Then the Eleventh Wise King is too ambitious. What is he doing? Abdication?"
Even the peaceful He Suzhi expressed his incomprehension: "If I were the eleventh wise king, I would choose to be the king of the new world. Crowning others is a plot that only appears in fairy tales."
The wound on Wei Wei's arm had basically healed, but there was still a row of dark tooth marks on his skin. A black butterfly landed on his skin, and with a wave of his hand, the black butterfly turned into sparkling smoke.
The group of people discussed it for a while, only to find that the matter was confusing and the truth was looming. Soon, they lost interest in guessing and continued to study tactics.
"It's difficult for life in the inner world to survive in the outer world, right?" Wei Wei asked He Suzhi in a low voice.
He Suzhi nodded. "The vast majority can't. A few have won the genetic lottery and activated a certain mechanism in their bodies. They can survive in the surface world, but it's like putting a whale in an aquarium. They definitely don't like the environment in the surface world."
Wei Wei: "I guess that the Eleventh Xian Wang is not so lucky."
"Of course," He Suozhi said, "If He could survive in the surface world, why would He go through all the trouble of performing the Ancient God summoning ritual? He could just tear open a narrow door and come directly here. Why are you asking these questions?"
"Nothing." Wei Wei said vaguely.
After He Suozhi's attention was diverted, Duan Song quietly approached: "You must have some ideas, tell me."
"Do you still remember what the boss mentioned when we were buying heritage-level weapons in the small shop?" Wei Wei asked.
Duan Song: "Was it 30 million or 20 million? You feel bad about the money, but it's not us who are paying."
Wei Wei: “…No.”
That day, the shop owner lowered his voice mysteriously and said to He Suozhi: "Master, have you heard that Chief Xiao has purchased a large amount of potions and props, at least twice as much as needed to summon the ancient gods! This birthday party must be grand."
In order to hold this birthday party, Xiao Ti En Ren bought a lot of treasures, including the inherited weapons, the double swords [Mutual Life] and the walking stick [Wishful Thinking].
Duan Song was stubborn: "Are you worried about Xiao Tien's money? Why are you crying for taking someone else's account book?"
Wei Wei: "...You are really smart, you get it right away."
"Well, it's always been like this, so my academic performance is just a little bit worse." Duan Songzhen thought Wei Wei was praising him and he couldn't stop smiling.
Wei Xiangchen's 600 years of life were not in vain, at least he was smarter than Duan Song: "Wei Wei, do you think Xiao Tien not only prepared the ancient god summoning ceremony, but also prepared another ceremony."
"That's right." Wei Wei smiled with relief. At this moment, he really hoped that Gao Mengtang could be by his side.
The environment of the other world was completely destroyed, and the virtuous kings were fragile creatures that could not stand pollution. They had nowhere to go.
There is only one way to truly live: transfer your soul into another body.
Wei Wei put his hand on his chest. The relationship between body and soul is not like the relationship between box and pearl. You can't change it whenever you want. But the 101 ID card transformed by the soul of the eleventh king has been integrated with Wei Wei's body for more than three years, and after many evolutions, the ID card has been highly adapted to the body.
At this time, if some magic is used to activate the soul of the Wise King Eleven, this body will belong to the Wise King Eleven.
After listening to Wei Wei's analysis, Duan Song's face changed: "Then what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Wei Wei said, sneering, "Wise King Eleven has considered everything very carefully. He not only wants a living body, but also the glory of a king."
"I speculate that the act of coronation can activate the soul of the Eleventh Wise King. Through the half-dead man's motto of 'using this broken body to crown the new king', everyone will believe that the person being crowned is the 'most benevolent and most powerful' king, which is what the missionaries call 'Allah'."
At this point, the sneer on Wei Wei's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes were cold: "At that moment, the one wearing the crown was the Eleventh Wise King, and I, Wei Wei, was just a puppet that He used and discarded."
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