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The system was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
At this time, silence is better than silence.
It’s not like they haven’t seen big scenes before.
Mainly -
The humans in a small world actually did something that none of them could do: talk back to a higher-dimensional being.
Regardless of the outcome, this wave can be summed up in one word: awesome!
The reason why higher-dimensional beings can only descend in the form of shadows.
If the real body cannot descend, the world will collapse directly;
Secondly, if he really were to descend into the small world in his true form, it would not be shameless, but embarrassing.
The upper limit of the power of the Advent Shadow is the critical value of the Advent World, and it is an invincible and terrifying existence.
Under normal circumstances, He could kill anyone He wanted to kill with just a wave of His sleeves.
Therefore, the phantom did not rush to take action at the beginning.
Of course He would not let Sang Luo go, but in order to maintain His supreme and inviolable divine power, He had to conduct a judgment first.
Unexpectedly, the situation went completely off track.
Sang Luo, who should have been powerless to resist his divine power, was not only not affected, but was also able to ignore his divine power and talk to him calmly.
And those words of Sang Luo were completely blaspheming Him!
In the wrath of God, she would surely turn into smoke.
However, what the phantom thought happened did not happen.
So much so that when Sang Luo threw the "interstellar missile" at him and delivered an advanced version of blasphemy, his attention was all on Sang Luo's words and he ignored the "interstellar missile" she threw at him.
As "Him", these words are a great shame and humiliation to Him.
He ignored the "interstellar missiles" flying towards him, and stretched out a slightly illusory palm from the distorted space, and slammed it towards Sang Luo with overwhelming force!
The terrifying pressure blocked the space around Sang Luo.
Pressing his palm on her head——
The "interstellar missile" connects with the phantom—
The next second, a dazzling white light enveloped the entire space.
It was as if everything was still, and as if everything turned to dust and disappeared.
The staff of the System Bureau collectively transformed into giraffes—stretching their necks—trying to peek into everything inside.
In fact, the results are obvious.
The host of the DJ211 world possesses strength beyond the power system of this world, and the fact that she dares to talk back to a higher-dimensional being is enough to make many staff members become her fans.
But higher-dimensional existence is higher-dimensional existence after all.
She has no chance of winning.
Some staff members even raised their hands to cover their eyes like humans, with a conflicted look on their faces, wanting to see but also afraid to see the final scene.
Time passed by second by second, as if it was a stretched time scale. It was only a short while, but it seemed like a long time had passed.
Finally, the white light that enveloped everything dissipated.
The thunderclouds that had accumulated in the sky dispersed, the distorted space returned to normal, the sun shone through the clouds again, and a light breeze blew by.
It was so peaceful that it seemed as if nothing had happened—except that the entire valley was razed to the ground.
“!!!”
There appeared a thick arm on the ground, which was obviously a shadow.
It was engraved with countless Sanskrit-like patterns, and had long, sharp scales extending from its elbows and wrists.
Looks like a human but is not a human.
Sang Luo stood in front of the broken arm, the breeze blew up her messy hair, and her light crimson dress had turned into a tattered deep red.
Glancing down at the broken arm, she let out a soft "tsk".
They saw a micro-expression of obvious ugliness on her almost transparent white face, and immediately stretched out their toes to kick the broken arm away.
That look was like kicking trash.
...A broken arm that has lost its vitality seems to be no different from garbage, no matter who its owner is.
“Well done!!!”
Many staff members came to their senses and exclaimed excitedly.
The first host in history who used his strength to beat back the descending high-dimensional being and still left an arm behind.
This record alone can be used to promote it to the world.
I feel proud to be the minister who has crossed the line with Sang Luo.
The crisis has been resolved. After all, the System Bureau has a lot of work to do. Now that the "live broadcast" is over, everyone can do what they need to do.
——Even higher-dimensional beings can’t do anything to Sang Luo, Dj211’s doomsday world is stable.
But the minister's doubts were not resolved. Sang Luo's strength was completely beyond the power system of DJ211's doomsday world and was not within the rules.
Because he had been in conflict with Sang Luo before and had been angered by her several times, the minister had also checked her information.
Just like the system, it cannot be found and requires the authority of the main god.
So it ended in nothing.
So the minister took the opportunity to report to the Lord God and applied to view Sang Luo's past information.
The Lord God: "The authority belongs to the previous Lord God, and I cannot investigate it."
…
Sang Tuo didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he regained consciousness, he was lying on the ground. His blurry eyes gradually became clear, and he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing not far away. There was a broken arm on the ground that looked like a human but not a human.
He murmured silently, "Little Treasure."
Reason soon returned.
Sang Tuo tried to get up from the ground, but failed.
The aftermath of the previous incident still affected him. If it weren't for the agent's body, he would have been torn to pieces long ago.
The girl in his sight walked slowly towards him. Sang Tuo smelled a strong smell of blood. Looking at her dress that had changed color, he was about to speak when he spat out a mouthful of blood, which almost sprayed on Sang Luo's feet.
"Don't die," she said.
Sang Tuo took a breath and said, "I won't die."
When Sang Luo heard him say this, the green color lingering on his fingertips dissipated and he let out a faint "Oh".
Sang Tuo supported himself on the ground and finally stood up with difficulty.
S-001 in the depths of his mind seemed to have gone mad and kept saying, "Impossible... Impossible..."
Sang Tuo moved his fingers and looked at Sang Luo with an obscure and complicated look.
After the divine descent occurred, he only glanced at the shadow and lost half his life - one cannot look directly at God.
This indirectly proves that the "divine punishment" that S-001 mentioned before was not true.
However, Sang Luo not only beat back the descending god, but also spared his arm.
Even in this process, his distraction saved his life.
"You are seriously injured." Santuo said in a hoarse voice and raised his hand to treat her.
"Leave it to yourself." Sang Luo yawned, her long eyelashes drooping sleepily, and she walked past him to the very naked bed without a leash.
This body is still too weak.
To deal with a shadow, you have to use up all your energy. Even if you have the upper hand, you will still hurt the enemy by a thousand and lose eight hundred of your own.
Sang Luo curled her lips. Her consciousness was in a chaotic state and she had only one thought: sleep.
Sang Tuo silently withdrew his hand and turned to look at the broken arm of God.
Almost the moment he turned around, all the nerves in his body were suddenly pricked by countless needles, causing him to feel a creepy emotion.
Next second.
The lifeless broken arm suddenly stood up and rushed towards Sang Luo like an arrow.
The man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body moved faster than his thoughts as he dove to the side.
There was a gentle "plop" sound, as if small stones fell into the water.
Then there was the "crunch" sound of broken bones.
Sang Luo turned around.
It's like slow motion.
The severed arm tore through Sang Tuo's flesh, breaking the bones in his body, crushing his internal organs, and then pierced out from the front of his body, without slowing down...
As if sensing the intention of the broken arm, he raised his hands and tightly grasped the end of the broken arm, turning his body into shackles to trap it firmly.
The blood mist sprayed towards Sang Luo, and a layer of bloody sunset covered his snow-white and transparent face.
The broken arm lost its last chance and became motionless.
Sang Tuo loosened his grip and it fell to the ground, its surface gradually turning grayish white.
Sang Tuo's lips moved, but no sound came out. A large amount of blood gushed out and his body leaned forward.
Sang Luo caught him in a daze.
Life force was rapidly draining from Sangtuo's body.
Sang Luo stared at his almost empty upper body expressionlessly, the images broadcast by the system echoing in his mind—
The system, which had just awakened, had not had time to understand the cause and effect of the incident. It first sensed Sang Luo's poor physical condition, and then saw the broken arm rushing towards Sang Luo.
It screamed to warn.
Given Sang Luo's current condition, if he doesn't avoid it, he will lose half his life even if he doesn't die.
As a result, Sangtuo slipped and blocked it with his body.
…
"Host! Stop! It's no use!!!" The system screamed as Sang Luo used the Wood Element to heal Sang Tuo, "His life force is gone."
The more she used her special powers, the more severe the backlash to her internal injuries would be!
Sang Luo stopped and paused for a second, then took out a radio from the space and used his companion talent [Perfect Grafting].
——If your body is no longer able to function, you can turn your consciousness around.
However, [Perfect Grafting] failed.
Sang Luo tried three times in a row, but failed each time.
He seemed to know that she was trying to save herself.
The man on his deathbed suddenly regained consciousness. He grabbed her hand and stopped her: "...Don't...waste...it..."
Sang Luo's face looked uglier than ever before.
She lowered her eyes and looked at him indifferently, her bloodless lips slightly opened: "I don't need your help, so don't expect me to be grateful."
Sang Tuo's eyes were indifferent, as if to say that he didn't need her gratitude.
"Why?" Sang Luo suddenly asked.
He understood.
She was asking - since she knew she was not Sang Luo, why did he risk his life to save her.
Sang Tuo curled his lips: "As long... as... you... are... alive..." Xiao Baoer is still here.
Even she is gone.
Little Baoer is gone completely.
She understood.
He knew she understood.
"Trade..." His pupils were dilating and his voice was getting lower and lower.
Sang Luo: "I never break my promise."
Sang Tuo slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Sang Luo lowered his long eyelashes, and the blood mist condensed on them dripped down.
The system carefully comforted her: "Host, don't be too sad..."
"Heh." After a moment, Sang Luo sneered, not without mockery, "Sad?"
"He took it upon himself to block for me, and now he's dead. Naturally, his life must be counted on my shoulders."
System: "...Didn't you say you wouldn't be grateful?"
Sang Luo closed his eyes for a while before answering coldly, "Just like you dragged me over to take the blame, I owe him a favor after all."
The system is silent.
There was another long silence.
Sang Luo opened his eyes again and stared at Sang Tuo.
She stared at him for too long, so long that the system became uneasy: "Host, how about... burying him in peace?"
"Why should I accept his kindness?" Sang Luo curled his lips and said softly, "Wouldn't it be better to let him come back to life?"
system:"???"
The system had to remind: "The dead cannot be resurrected."
Even if we want to turn Sang Tuo into a zombie, we have to do it while he still has a breath... But he is completely lifeless now.
Sang Luo: "When a person dies, their consciousness disperses, but it doesn't disappear immediately. As long as they can gather the scattered consciousness again within fifteen minutes, there is a 10% chance of waking up again."
System: "...Is there such a saying?"
Sang Huo took out paper and pen and began to draw talismans.
This time, she used her own blood as paint to draw the talisman.
The system didn't dare to stop her, let alone disturb her. After a while, Sang Luo stuck the drawn talisman on Sang Tuo's head.
——Her fingertips were trembling, and she didn't hold it firmly the first time, but succeeded in sticking it on the second time.
At first, the talisman paper did not change at all.
Sang Luo frowned.
After five minutes, a certain line on the talisman paper lit up. A faint smile appeared in her eyes.
System: "What does this mean?"
Sang Luo: "When all the runes on the talisman paper light up, it means the condensation is successful."
The system was stunned.
In other words, the host's talisman worked?
Concentrating consciousness takes time, and Sang Luo hasn't used this ability for a long time, but fortunately he has made a good start.
She felt much better.
He put Sangtuo into the space.
Looking at the gray-white broken arm, the system thought the host was going to crush it into ashes to vent her anger, but unexpectedly she pushed it to the edge of the bed.
The system, which missed the entire process, was about to ask where this thing came from when it saw Sang Luo fall limply on the bed, dead.
system:"!!!"
It prays constantly.
Don't let any zombies or monsters come running towards you.
Its prayers are poisonous.
As night fell, a group of zombies appeared.
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