Chapter 273 The Last Death (10) Butcher: The Nine-Headed Human Emperor...
"Brother Mengtang, there must be a chance for things to turn around!" He Lun anxiously turned around in the train. "Gao Geng is also made of the Stone of the End. His soul is immortal. His soul must be in the hands of the Eleventh Wise King. We must have a way. Don't cry!"
Gao Mengtang was drenched by the heavy rain. She was wrapped in a fluffy blanket with her hair curled. "I didn't cry either." Her voice sounded quite helpless.
He experienced the death of his parents when he was more innocent and helpless. Now, although he is sad, he is barely coping.
"Now you have to face the reality, the Eleventh Wise King is not Wei Wei," Shang Yu clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture, "Ignite the hatred and fight back against the Eleventh Wise King!"
Gao Mengtang sighed: "Hate? I may not have the mechanism to awaken this emotion."
The Eleventh Wise King wants to gamify the surface world, but Gao Geng is his obstacle. The Eleventh Wise King must kill him.
Gao Mengtang could understand and accept these things, he was just very sad.
Shang Yu and Bai Jie studied the Eye of God over and over again. On this day, when they had time, they would take out the Eye of God and look at it, trying to understand what this thing was for.
"Mind control?" Bai Jie asked.
Shang Yu: "Break it?"
After performing numerous magic tricks, the Eye of God did not respond, and was no different from glass. After more than two hours of trying, no clues were found.
The train and the track had been repaired, and the train set off again at about 11pm. Gao Mengtang rested for a while, returned to Room 01, and packed up his things one by one.
After this happened, no matter how kind Gao Mengtang was, he could not accept that his roommate was the virtuous King Eleven.
After Gao Mengtang's bottles, jars, pillows, bed sheets, incense, and pet rabbit toys were taken away, the room became much cleaner.
The Eleventh Wise King seemed not to have noticed him and sat motionless by the window reading a book.
When the door closed softly, he raised his head and looked at the clean and tidy room. His expression was calm and emotionless. However, he had not finished reading the page he had opened for an hour.
Gao Geng was completely destroyed, without even the chance to become a living spirit, so he vacated a position. Gao Mengtang moved back to Room 02.
"Senior, I'm very sad..." Duan Song grunted for a long time, unable to utter a word of comfort.
Gao Mengtang turned to another topic. He asked as if he was asking himself: "Why did the Spear of Azathoth turn black?"
When Xian Wang XI attacked, Gao Mengtang used the ghost lantern to block the attack. But he clearly saw that the purple spear turned black and then easily pierced through the defensive wall made of black mud.
"Maybe that spear was made by the Eleventh Wise King. In the hands of the Eleventh Wise King, it can exert greater power." Duan Song said.
This explanation made sense. Pegana crawled into the bed, curled up into a ball, and cried. The enemy rabbit also curled up into a fluffy ball and clung to Pegana.
In the corner of the room, Freesia gritted her teeth. She was very angry, but she didn't know how to express it. She held Xiangsheng and scratched the wooden floor.
The black and white swords are born together. When the black sword kills the dead souls, it will continuously accumulate strength and gradually increase the attack power of the white sword. The price is that it only kills the dead souls and not the living souls, and the black sword may backfire on its owner.
Most of the people in the dungeon were living spirits. Xiao Canglan had just killed many people, and the black knife was on the verge of backlash against its owner. Shang Yu was worried that there would be problems with the mutual generation, so he forcibly took the knife out of Xiao Canglan.
"How can we kill the Eleventh Sage King?" Shang Yu stuffed a stuffed toy into Xiao Canglan's arms. "This copy of [The Last Dead Person] is obviously a trap set for Gao Mengtang. Only by killing the Eleventh Sage King can we break the trap."
Bai Jie grasped a glimmer of hope and said, "Boss, when you were the twelfth wise king, didn't you see some of the things that happened in the Hibiscus Monastery? Recall it and we will find a solution."
Gao Mengtang closed his eyes, wrapped himself in a blanket, and leaned against the head of the bed: "What I saw were just some predetermined fragments, and those things were the predetermined future, bound to happen and could not be avoided."
"For example?" Shang Yu asked.
The broken pictures, which are both memories and the future, gradually emerge in Gao Mengtang's mind.
——The hideous-looking Deathborn fell to the ground, his eyes still black and white, staring at the devastated battlefield with determination. Gao Mengtang had never seen the Deathborn, but he was sure that the fallen Deathborn was not the Thirteenth King.
——The glowing skull dragged a body without calves, tightly grasping Duan Song’s giant sword in its hand, and crawled into the thick fog.
——Lin Li laughed wildly towards the sky, her parrot circled in the air in a triumphant posture, and the next second, it was strangled by the black ribbon and its soul flew away.
Gao Mengtang rested his face on his knees and said gloomily, "That's all. There's another scene where Avi was stabbed in the left chest. It seemed to be quite deep. I couldn't see the blade, only the exquisite handle. It seemed to be the handle... My hands were covered with blood, I can't remember it clearly..."
"Is it Wei Wei or that damn thing!" Duan Song asked excitedly.
"Keep your voice down. The rooms here are not soundproof. Xian Wang Eleven is next door," Gao Mengtang whispered. "I don't know. I only know that I will be very sad at that time."
He Lun let out a long sigh: "It can't be Brother Wei! If it was Xian Wang Eleven who died, Brother Mengtang wouldn't be sad!"
Gao Mengtang wanted to protest, but Shang Yu spoke up: "Neither Wei Wei nor Xian Wang Eleven would die from a simple heart piercing wound. Their self-healing abilities are amazing."
Everyone fell silent again. It was not easy to fight against the Eleventh Sage King. He was already strong enough, controlling the almost impossible-to-kill Shredder, and behind him were the Thirteenth Sage King and a group of ancient god believers.
At around 2 a.m., the players returned to their rooms. Gao Mengtang couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw his brother being swallowed by purple electricity and black fluid and then exploding.
"I'm going out to relax." Gao Mengtang sat up.
Duan Song: "It's three o'clock in the morning. It's dangerous outside. I'll accompany you."
If you appear in other compartments between 2:00 and 6:00, your life will be in danger. But if you just take a walk in the corridor of this compartment and get some fresh air, it should be fine.
The two of them opened the window in the corridor, felt the breeze, and looked at the dark shadows of trees flashing past the window.
"I have seen the Butcher Emperor Nine-Head." Gao Mengtang whispered, "I don't know if I can see it again tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crackling sound of electricity not far away. Looking through the glass of the connecting door, he saw a monster with a strange figure appearing in the 7th carriage.
The butcher looked like a normal person from the neck down, but he was taller and thinner than an average person. However, as his name suggests, he had many heads, and his neck was shaped like two Chinese characters for "出" stacked together, with a much larger head than that of an average person at each end.
The Human Emperor Jiu Tou did not need to walk, but flashed from time to time. He flashed twice from the end of the 7th carriage and came to the connection between the 6th and 7th carriages.
"Senior, why don't we go back to the room?" Duan Song shuddered, "Why do I feel that the Nine-Headed Human Emperor is full of murderous intent?"
Before Gao Mengtang could reply, he heard Bai Jie's voice.
"Boss! I figured out the purpose of the Eye of Allah!" Bai Jie ran over excitedly, "Give me the Eye of Allah!"
Gao Mengtang's attention was diverted, and without thinking too much, he placed the glass-clear eyeball in Bai Jie's hand. At the same time, the sound of electricity crackled twice again.
The shadow enveloped Gao Mengtang and Duan Song. On the ground, the Human Emperor's long neck twisted like a water snake. His large gray face hung over the two of them.
Gao Mengtang instinctively felt that something was not right and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. Just as he was about to slip away, something even more shocking happened.
The skin of "Shirakai" melted and undulated like liquid, condensing into black octopus tentacles.
The tentacles wriggled and retracted into the collar of the silk pajamas, revealing the face of the Wise King Eleven. He raised the Eye of Allah in one hand and said, "Twelve, you are so gullible. I thought it would take some effort to get this glass bead back."
Duan Song suddenly felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his arms, clamped Gao Mengtang's ribs and was about to run. At this time, the Human Emperor Jiu Tou launched an attack, his neck suddenly stretched out, his lower jaw opened at a flat angle, and his bloody mouth was filled with three rows of shark teeth.
The corridor was narrow and unavoidable, so Duan Song used his elbow to push open the door of Room 04 and at the same time spread his wings to wrap around him and Gao Mengtang.
The electric current seemed to drill into their ears, causing a stinging pain in their eardrums and a bloody smell spreading, but neither Gao Mengtang nor Duan Song felt any pain. After a pause of a few seconds, Duan Song spread his wings and unexpectedly discovered that the butcher's target was not them, but the Eleventh Wise King.
The nine heads bit the body of the Wise King Eleven. At the same time, the body of the Human Emperor Nine Heads was also observed by the tentacles of the shredder.
With a swish sound, the butcher's body was torn into pieces. Before the body parts even hit the ground, they disappeared without a trace, just like ice and snow melting.
The Human Emperor Jiu Tou is dead?
They were in no mood to think about this. Duan Song raised his giant sword, pointed it at the throat of the Eleventh Wise King, and shouted, "Don't come over here!"
The virtuous king rolled his eyes to the sky, turned around and left.
"Leave the eyes of Allah to us!" Duan Song still shouted loudly.
With his five fingers clenched tightly around the purpose of Allah, the Wise King Eleven turned his head away, his scarlet eyes filled with hatred that chilled one's spine.
This strange look made Duan Song stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the giant sword began to tremble.
Why was the Eleventh Wise King like this? That resentful look was as if... Duan Song had let him down.
Duan Song didn't dare to confront him anymore, and took Gao Mengtang into room 04. He Lun and Bai Jie woke up from their sleep and stared at them: "What happened?!"
"We were almost killed by the butcher." Duan Song fell into his chair, "I was scared to death. But after all, he was the butcher, how could he die so easily?"
Gao Mengtang shook his head: "Listen, the narration of the monster book is coming."
Monster Book: [Lies! Clear as glass, yet able to deceive. Fragile as glass, piercing our flesh!]
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[From then on, Edward became a half-dead ghost on this train. His wish was only to die, but it could never be fulfilled.]
[Because, every time Edward died, he would be resurrected in another soul. Under the gaze of God's purpose, he recalled the night he wanted to die for his country]
[From early morning to dawn, he roams the train, killing anyone who tries to escape from the train.]
[Beside the grave of the deceased, one should only mourn in silence, not be happy]
[He left a curse on Edward's Royal Train: Anyone who feels happy around the dead will be attacked by the dead's remaining resentment.]
[The curse is most powerful in the dead of night, when the invisible dead wander the trains of 500 years ago, and every one of them is Edward]
[Note: The nine heads of the Human Emperor can be saved]
"You can't be in other carriages between 2:00 and 6:00 in the morning, because the butcher will judge that this person wants to escape from the train and then kill him?" Duan Song speculated.
Gao Mengtang nodded in agreement.
Their previous guess that "if you feel happy, you will be attacked" was confirmed by these words in the monster book.
It is true that one will encounter deviation events when contacting living spirits, but it is not comprehensive.
This train is like a moving grave. Wherever the living spirits pass by, they will leave "grudges". The resentment is everywhere. At this time, if someone feels happy, they will be attacked by concrete resentment.
If it is at night, the situation is even more dangerous because the resentment is active and the attack power is stronger.
"Resurrected in another dead soul? What does this mean?" Duan Song asked while sharing the new information in the monster book with him.
When everyone was confused, Gao Mengtang said, "Open the player column and take a look."
When entering the dungeon for the first time, there were 101 players in total. During this period, some players were eliminated and the system stamped their avatars with the seal of [Excommunication].
When Gao Geng died, both his body and soul were destroyed. He did not have a seal of excommunication, but his portrait disappeared directly, and only 100 players remained.
Now, another avatar has disappeared, leaving only 99 avatars in the player column.
"The Nine-Headed Human Emperor can capture any dead soul and transform it into the Nine-Headed Human Emperor." Gao Mengtang said, "Theoretically, the Nine-Headed Human Emperor cannot be killed."
The avatar that disappeared was the soul transformed by the Human Emperor Nine Heads. Bai Jie quickly glanced at the 99 avatars and laughed twice: "Shen Buming was transformed. He deserves it! Let him insult me every day!"
Duan Song: "Is the Eleventh Wise King ill? He gave us the Eye of Allah carelessly a day ago, and now he has taken it away again. He must have been insane after being dead for too long!"
Gao Mengtang didn't say anything. He thought that the last time Bai Jie stole the Eye of God, he was attacked by the dead soon after. This time, the Eleventh Sage took the Eye of God and was attacked by the butcher.
This thing seems to arouse the hatred of these monsters on the train.
"Xian Wang Eleven wants to help us." Gao Mengtang whispered. His teammates didn't hear him. They were listening indignantly to Bai Jie angrily denouncing Shen Buming's crimes.
Gao Mengtang was troubled by many things in his mind and hardly slept a wink that night.
There are two prerequisites for being attacked by deviant events: an environment with lingering resentment and feeling happy in the heart.
The death of Gao Geng makes players feel heavy-hearted, but they don't have to worry about attacks that deviate from the event.
The conductor kept finding Gao Mengtang and asking him to hand over the body.
At the end of the fourth night, Gao Mengtang only had 15 lucky charms left, but Bai Jie stole more than 20 lucky charms, enough for them.
"Don't steal, leave some for others." Gao Mengtang said.
Bai Jie: "The followers of the ancient gods have committed many evil deeds, so what's wrong with stealing a few amulets from them!"
Once he was discovered, something bad would happen sooner or later. Bai Jie just complained that after he became a living spirit, his skills were not as effective as before, and it was more difficult to steal things.
On the fourth night, they will visit a tourist attraction - the Dedication Auction House
He Lun yawned continuously and said that his biggest wish now was to sleep peacefully for twelve hours.
"Brother, you didn't sleep much last night, aren't you sleepy?" He Lun asked.
Duan Song poked him and mouthed, "You are stupid."
How could Gao Mengtang sleep well now that Gao Geng was dead?
"Let's go!" Gao Mengtang packed up his belongings and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's see what good things the auction house has!"
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Chu Wen and Chu Hui quietly came to the sixth carriage.
The dedication auction house tonight will definitely not be peaceful. They wanted to cling to the thigh of the eleventh king, but they did not help at all in the operation to kill Gao Geng yesterday.
Chu Wen and Chu Hui knew that under such circumstances, the Eleventh Wise King would not spend any energy to protect them.
It's time to show your loyalty again.
"Master, please give us a chance to contribute." Chu Wen said in shock and fear, "We want to prove our worth."
The Eleventh Wise King was practicing calligraphy and said without raising his head, "The most valuable thing is sincerity. I know your loyalty."
With two thumps, the two men knelt down one after another and kowtowed: "Master, drive us, our mission is to dedicate our lives to you."
It's really annoying. She has no ability but keeps nagging in his ear.
The Eleventh Prince picked up a piece of calligraphy he had just written and admired it in the sunlight. Chu Wen immediately flattered him, saying that this calligraphy was of great artistic value.
"You've talked too much." The Eleventh Wise King said lightly, still without looking at them.
These five short words made Chu Wen feel a chill on the back of his neck.
After appreciating his own calligraphy, Xian Wang 11 glanced around and found that Chu Wen and Chu Hui looked like two different people. He raised his mouth with an ambiguous expression: "Here, I'll give you something."
The two men knelt on the ground and crawled over. The Eleventh Wise King held the Eye of God, raised his wrist, and the glass-like eyeball rolled into Chu Wen's arms.
Although Chu Wen and Chu Hui had just joined the religion, they were willing to flatter and fawn on the religion, and spent a lot of time learning about the relevant matters of the Ancient God Religion.
They knew that the Eye of God was the unique sacred object of the ancient religion.
"Master!" Chu Wen was horrified and tried to hand the Eye of Allah back in a panic, "We can't take it!"
"Eh?" Xian Wang Eleven put his index finger on his forehead to stop him, "Follow my instructions."
Chu Wen didn't dare to move.
"Tonight, at the Consecration Auction House..." Wise King Eleven whispered an order. After Chu Wen and Chu Hui heard it, they were first horrified, and then confused.
"Master, why?"
"You will know tonight." The Eleventh Wise King said casually.
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