Rebel Demon King

He seemed to be singing.

The ancient and strange syllables echoed in the deep and dense forest like a ballad, creating a simple elegance in the eerie atmosphere.

When Cheng Mo was wondering how Nicholas should communicate with the tall and slender sergeant in front of him, who was wearing a curved antler helmet and looked exceptionally handsome, a line of red text popped up in front of his eyes: "Do you accept the individual challenge of 'Salia' and win?" will earn the respect of this Master Chief"

The red letter disappeared in an instant.

Nicholas' hand that was nailed to the thick trunk of the Royal Oak flashed with blue lightning, and the entire ancient tree split in half from his hand, making a squeaking sound and falling to the left and right. Nicholas, surrounded by blue electric light, passed through the jungle with dense tree trunks, like a ferocious giant bear pounced on his prey. Wherever he went, the towering trees were all broken and smashed in all directions. The sky suddenly became empty, like emerald. The leaves swirled in the wind like raindrops, like a green paper fireworks.

Standing in the depths of the forest, Saliya merged with the blood-red horse, like a beautiful stag standing under the shadow of the dark trees. The lava on his body flickered like red spots in the dark night. , coupled with the beautiful lava, it feels like a dark elf.

He didn't move at all, even though all the woods in front of him had fallen. Nicholas, who was shining with blue light, raised the blue light giant ax that lit up the night sky. It jumped up with strong wind and lightning and flew towards him. He just raised it. Spear. The spear flashing with red light bloomed into a flower of fire. The flower swept towards Nicholas and collided with Nicholas who was thundering from the sky in mid-air.

Amidst the roaring sound, Nicholas bounced up, and Shalia fired another shot, throwing out a blade-like flame, cutting off countless fallen leaves and tree trunks, and flew towards where Nicholas must pass.

Nicholas obviously knew Shalia's attack method. He turned and dodged skillfully, and passed by the sharp arc-shaped flames. However, the back that was approaching still seemed to have been burned by fire, and the bronze heavy armor was completely smoked. It was dark, leaving a burning mark.

At the moment of twisting his body, Nicholas threw the hatchet in his hand towards the direction. The ax surrounded by blue electric light was like a ball of electricity the size of a car. Under the reflection of the bloody moonlight, it hit the still-still-stopping ax like a meteor. Sharia in situ.

Shalia, who was riding safely on the horse, didn't even raise his head, and even stayed in place without moving. Only the flaming horse raised its head, snorted, paved its hooves, and looked a little impatient. He waved the spear gently, and the burning tip broke through the blue light group, accurately hitting the center of the rotating ax blade. Fierce flames spurted out from the tip of the spear, like a powerful welding gun, burning the ax thoroughly. Red, it seemed like it was about to melt.

The enemy's strength exceeded Nicholas' expectations. He landed on the half-broken oak tree trunk. He hesitated for a moment before raising his left hand covered with copper gloves. The flaming red ax frozen in the air seemed to move towards him consciously. Hands fly upside down.

Sharia sang in a low voice, meandering like a hymn.

"Intruder, your skills are too rudimentary to inspire any interest in fighting."

Nicholas did not hold the flaming red ax handle, but pulled out a ray of blue light in his hand and wrapped it around the ax in the air. At the same time, a ray of blue light also appeared in his right hand, wrapping around the hammer like a spider's thread. He rotated the ax and hammer with his left and right hands at the same time, like dancing two bolas, and answered the opponent with his actions.

"This is your last chance." Shalia raised her head slightly and stared at Nicholas expressionlessly, "If you insist on doing this, I will treat you as an intruder and take your life."

He had obviously heard this dialogue countless times and had faced the other party countless times, but this time, Nicholas vaguely noticed something different in those red eyes.

That is a human emotion, not a cold procedure. He responded verbally for the first time: "A man born in the ice and snow never knows what fear is!" With the ax and hammer in his hand, he opened his bow from left to right and flew towards Shalia.

Shalia waved his spear, not only swinging the ax and hammer, but also throwing out several flames towards Nicholas. Nicholas, who had long mastered Shalia's attack method, changed his position in advance and ran in the other direction like a rabbit. He didn't get close to Shalya, but circled around him, constantly attacking Shalya from a distance with his ax and hammer.

The harassing attack lasts for about three minutes. Shalia will raise his spear high, and a bright red light will burst out from his body and penetrate into the sky. Then, the gorgeous and gloomy red light will suddenly fill the sky like inverted tree roots. Electric arcs spread thousands of meters long. These dense arcs filled the sky, penetrated deep into the clouds, and quickly fell in all directions.

For a moment, the entire forest seemed to be covered in purple-red lightning, like blood-colored clouds emitting thousands of thunder and lightning at the same time. The scene is beautiful, spectacular, and horrifying at the same time.

"Eternal Storm!" Magnus exclaimed, "Although this SSS skill is very powerful, it is Shalia's only flaw."

Say "Eternal Storm" or "Catatombo Lightning", and maybe many of the Chosen Ones will think about it, but as long as you mention its other famous nickname "Wrath of God", everyone will think of this film. The third most expensive SSS skill in history.

Even though they were far away from the combat zone, they were not the target of Shalia's attack. Everyone still felt the powerful pressure from the "SSS" skill. Everyone's energy shield was fully activated, and Rebecca also set up a prepared weapon in advance. "Lightning Shield Umbrella".

The group of people hiding under the umbrella watched the bright red sky illuminated by countless lightnings. There seemed to be a vast matrix of lights hidden in the rolling thick clouds, turning the dark clouds into light clouds. The sky under the clouds is like cracked ice, and the lightning flashes are like cracks in time and space. They fall to the ground continuously. One after another, the tall royal oak trees are struck down by lightning, like green The earth is collapsing, and this scene is really like the thunderous wrath of God.

As Magnus said, Nicholas not only used the advantage of prediction to prepare anti-electricity equipment and skills in advance, but also used "teleportation" to move to the only blind spot found through thousands of experiments, under the horse's belly.

This was not a safe place, but at this time, Sharia was releasing the "Eternal Storm" and was in a frozen state, unable to attack anyone. Therefore, the most dangerous place became the safest place.

When Nicholas completed the "teleportation", he immediately launched a long-planned single-target attack skill. After interrupting Shalia's "Eternal Storm" with damage, he did not dare to stay for one more second, and immediately escaped and pulled away. The distance between him and Shalia was once again beyond the dangerous attack range of Shalia, and a back-and-forth exchange of long-range skills began. Wait for Shalia to cast "Eternal Storm" again.

When Saliya unexpectedly released the "Eternal Storm" again, Nicholas followed suit with an unethical sneak attack. After succeeding, he began to repeat the process.

Magnus shook his head and said: "It's exactly the same as the strategy. It seems to take about two or three hours. It won't stop attacking until Shalia's health drops to one-third. He reluctantly agrees. Winning a duel?" He sighed and said, "Then we still have to wait for three hours? Just watch such a boring battle?"

Rebecca sneered and said: "Do you think Shalia's skills are easy to dodge? Do you think the distance of the hatred is easy to control? Do you think you just need to use teleportation when Shalia releases the 'Wrath of God' , can you cause damage to Shariya just by releasing your skills? How about you go up and fight? If you can persist for three minutes without being killed, I will consider you to be powerful."

Magnus shrugged his shoulders and said: "I didn't say easy, I just think this kind of battle doesn't look interesting. I just don't find it interesting, there is no other meaning." It seems that his explanation is very convoluted, and it is easier. It was misleading. He added, "I have watched many clearance videos. Many people want to enter the hidden 'Path of the Cross' but cannot pass the 'Shariya' level. I remember once again ranking 300 on the Heavenly List. Rick Owens broadcast many times, trying to defeat Shariya without any tricks, but he tried more than ten times. If he was not careful, he was immediately blocked and was taken off the air. To this day, he has not been revived. Broadcast. That’s why Shalia is said to be the strongest elite monster.”

Rebecca seemed to be in no mood to speak and snorted noncommittally.

Cheng Mo said: "This style of play looks simple, but in fact it tests basic skills, endurance and distance. The guide will not tell you the real details, and it is difficult to observe the real details in the video. detail."

Everyone looked at Cheng Mo, who had been silent, with a lot of amusement in their eyes. Magnus, who had been saved by Cheng Mo not long ago, responded with praise and asked with interest: "What details cannot be observed in the video?"

"Skill selection, equipment configuration."

Magnus interrupted Cheng Mo, "If you buy the advanced version of the guide, those who do online teaching will explain why you need these skills and why you need to choose these equipment."

"That's other people's understanding. The basic skill I'm talking about is that as an observer, you have to accurately understand the opponent's skill selection and equipment configuration. For example, instructor John, can you tell what eight skills he has?"

"Eight skills?" Jin Zhuji hesitated and said, "Generally, the chosen ones only have seven skill levels, right?"

Rebecca looked at Cheng Mo in astonishment. Generally speaking, skill selection and equipment configuration are either based on personal preferences, or based on opponents and dungeons of the ruins. In short, every chosen person will definitely not do it. A secret that is easily revealed.

Because, for the chosen one with a high rank, you can easily judge your fighting style through these two aspects, whether it is conservative, aggressive or balanced, so as to make targeted strategies.

Among them, judging skill selection is relatively easy, but it also requires a lot of combat experience and understanding of thousands of skills. Speculating on equipment configuration not only requires a lot of experience, but also requires powerful computing power.

It is difficult for ordinary chosen ones to do this, let alone gladiators.

The ordinary-looking gladiator in front of her could actually see that Nicholas was equipped with equipment that could increase one skill level, which was beyond her expectation.

"How did you know?" Rebecca asked subconsciously.

"Battle details." Cheng Mo said, "'Teleport' and 'Energy Shield' need not be mentioned. The two output skills are also easy to judge, one is 'Shura's Fang' and the other is 'Super Shock Wave'. "

"Super shock wave?" Magnus shook his head and said, "Instructor John has never used 'super shock wave'."

"Listen to me." Cheng Mo said calmly, "The other four skills are all auxiliary skills, namely 'radiation resistance', 'thermal feedback', 'permanent magnet compensation' and 'ghost vector'. You guys You have to observe how Instructor John intersperses the release of long-range skills while running and dodging. Only if you understand this, will you understand that this method requires the continuous use of 'Ghost Vector' for speed blessing, and 'Ghost' Vector' is the core of this set of gameplay. All other skills must be chosen around 'Ghost Vector'. Even with the highest proficiency, 'Ghost Vector' consumes 1800 energy points per second. Generally speaking, it consumes 500 energy points per second. The candidate's active energy absorption can only reach 15 points per second, so Instructor John chose 'Radiation Resistance' and 'Thermal Feedback', which can not only enhance the defense against 'heat' and 'energy', but also absorb energy. skills, as well as the 'Permanent Magnet Compensation' that can increase movement speed and recover energy through speed. The 'Permanent Magnet Compensation' skill is easily overlooked, but if you carefully observe the way instructor John moves in the air, he seems to have fallen into the trap. On the ground, both feet are actually always more than mm away from the ground. When not making evasive actions, they are almost parallel to the ground. The first three are all commonly used packages of 'Ghost Vector', and there is another one that is not often used. The only one is 'Super Shock Wave', which is the only skill that can instantly release the accumulated energy, and it is also one of the few skills that can attack and restrict at the same time."

"I still don't quite understand why you think Instructor John chose 'Super Shock Wave'." Magnus asked with a frown.

"The fault tolerance rate of this style of play is actually very low. You want to take a look. When using the 'Ghost Vector' to move at high speed, jump forward and use the 'Shura's Fang' to swing the ax and hammer. When landing, use the ax and hammer. The retraction resets the stiffness of the jumping action. At the same time, you have to take into account the operation of using the 'heat feedback' skill to absorb damage and convert it into energy. When he is at the highest point in the air, his wingspan is the largest, which allows the 'heat feedback' The energy recovery is maximized, and the moment it lands, the ax and hammer are thrown out. This node must be stuck before the 'Fang of Shura' is reset. With the appropriate weapon, the CD of 'Fang of Shura' can be as short as four seconds. Instructor John will Asura's Fang's CD has been pushed to the limit, so his forward jump must be stuck in the air for four seconds. If it is misplaced, the entire attack will be messed up, which will also make it difficult to release long-range attacks and cause no aggro. In order to To prevent accidents and increase fault tolerance, 'Super Shock Wave' is an essential choice."

Rebecca glanced at Cheng Mo in surprise, her eyes full of astonishment and admiration, but she was afraid that Cheng Mo would notice her shock, so she quickly turned her gaze back, pretending not to hear anything.

Li Rongxuan also looked sideways at Cheng Mo, looking thoughtful. She was probably so absorbed in thinking that she forgot to look away for a moment.

Even Jiabao turned her head and looked at Cheng Mo. There was some obvious curiosity in her twinkling blue eyes. She seemed to exclaim inadvertently: "You are so amazing~" This voice and look It has the meaning of throwing a hook, as if to say: Boy, good, you caught my attention.

After a fierce battle all night, Cheng Mo, who had already become a Buddha, didn't even look at Jiabao. He said nonchalantly: "It's not difficult. It's just like doing an analysis question. As long as the basic skills are good enough, it can be done easily." come out."

The expressions of Magnus and Jin Zhuji changed. The two of them unnaturally did not look at Cheng Mo and just remained silent.

The atmosphere fell into a strange state. After a long period of time, until Nicholas made a mistake and had to use "Super Shock Wave", Magnus said with conviction: "The analysis makes sense."

Jin Zhuji coughed and said: "As long as this style of play can win, there will be no problem. I am afraid of the difficulty of level 12 in purgatory." He issued a soul torture, ". This style of play may not be effective!"

"At least it seems to be useful so far." Magnus touched his chin, "But I suspect that the 'Salia' on the twelfth level of Purgatory should be moving instead of standing there like a fool, just After being beaten, he keeps using the same trick to expose his flaws."

When Magnus said this, no one else was interested in talking, because this possibility was quite high. And now, even the gladiators like them who have not yet become the Chosen One can see that Nicholas's only advantage is that he can predict Shalia's actions through the experience of multiple clearances. However, this only advantage is based on Shalia standing still. If Shalia moves, Nicholas has no chance of winning.

Several people looked at Nicholas in fear, mechanically repeating long-range attack circles and flash raids every three minutes. As time went by, every time thousands of thunder and lightning appeared in the sky, there would be a feeling that Nicholas might be able to do it this time. The feeling of missing out.

As a result, everyone's expression became more nervous than Nicholas who was fighting. Even Magnus, who initially thought the battle was nothing to watch, opened his eyes wide, with veins popping out of his forehead, and clenched his fists tightly, as if he was ready to rush in and join in at any time. Battle circle.

"Have you not completed the first mission yet? We have reached the second memory point, the 33rd floor! We just finished defeating the Pyramid Priest and are resting now~"

The public channel, which had been unusually quiet, Jiejie made a sudden sound.

No one paid attention to him, and he continued to chatter, "Wow~~ Is this the 'Wrath of God'? It is indeed the most beautiful SSS skill, it is really amazing."

"It's truly spectacular!"

"My scalp feels numb when I see it!"

"The Wrath of God" caused those students who took the ordinary path outside the Tower of Babel to start discussing it on the public channel.

"The wrath of God? Are you still beating Sharia?"

"Is it difficult to play Sharia in the twelfth level of Purgatory?"

"The strongest elite monster~~ Is it difficult? I guess it is much stronger than the 'Pyramid Priest' we just fought. After all, the 'Pyramid Priest's' strongest skill is S level."

"I think Shalia is completely difficult enough to beat the final BOSS in other ruins."

"Wow~ why don't you talk?"

"Isn't it because the situation is bad? God bless you!"

"Come on~~~If we can't make it through, we still have to rely on you to save us!"

"Come on! Come on! Everyone must work hard to survive!"

"This damn blood moon! Why does it have to happen to us?"

"If the situation on your side is unfavorable, it's still too late to catch up. We can wait for you!" Vergo persuaded eagerly.

"That's right! Why don't you go to our side!"

Seeing that the other party did not mean much teasing, but more blessings, cheers and persuasion, Magnus was even less happy and immediately said: "Instructor John is still challenging Sharia, and the situation is not bad. Not bad, half of the blood has been lost."

"Isn't it almost won?" Virgo asked, and then he added, "After passing Sharia, it will be easier later. On the 'Way of the Cross' (according to the system's name, it is the Heavenly Road) six hundred and sixty-six There should be no stronger existence than Sharia before the first level."

"I don't know if there are any other variables. Everything is unknown now." Nicholas replied.

"God bless you!"

"Come on, everyone!" Nicholas said.

"We have to set off. This is only the thirty-third floor, and there are nine hundred and sixty-six floors behind it." Virgo's tone suddenly became deeper. "I have never felt that the Tower of Babel is so high in my life. It is so high that I need to Climb with your life.”

Anyone could hear the bleak future in Vergo's tone. The students walking around the outer circle of the Tower of Babel suddenly realized that they had only defeated the lowest initial boss on the 33rd floor, so they had to do their best. There will be a mini-boss every thirty-three floors later, each one more difficult than the last.

Everyone became depressed and no longer wanted to speak, and the public channel immediately became quiet again.

Like an empty cemetery.

"Human beings are fighting against death throughout their lives, although we will inevitably go to death eventually. Even the master who has been infinitely close to eternity cannot escape the predetermined ending." Cheng Mo thought, "So do I win now? "

He looked up at the blood moon in the sky and the eye on the top of the tower, as if he saw a dying man wandering on the tower, uttering a cold taunt, "Did you win?"

"There seem to be more and more ghost warriors around us!" Li Rongxuan reminded, "I remember that if the challenger loses, these ghost warriors will immediately launch an attack, right?"

Hearing Li Rongxuan's prompt, Jiabao immediately looked away from Nicholas and Shalia and looked around. The dense forest was full of faint green light, like endless will-o'-wisps floating in the deep black night wind. She was cold all over her body. She trembled obviously, suppressed a scream, and stammered: "In that case, we will all die, right?"

Garbo's trembling words were like some kind of hint, which seemed to alarm Shalia who was in the center of a circle of open space. At the time when he was supposed to launch a range attack, he actually stopped and looked up into the air. The blood moon was in the sky, making him look even more red, like a blood rose blooming in the center of a crop circle. The surrounding oak trees all surrounded him and fell in the same direction, breaking neatly, showing It gives off a weird cult aesthetic.

"Memory is a terrible thing, it traps you in place."

Nicholas and Rebecca have passed through the "Land of Ancient Babylonian Ruins" countless times, and have fought against "Salia" in hidden levels countless times, but they have never "heard" (seen) this dialogue. Nicholas' face at the edge of the circle became extremely solemn. He slowed down, but his body stretched to the limit. His eyes were fixed on Shalia, and the blue light flowed from left to right, and he tightened the ax and hammer in his hands.

Shalia looked at Nicholas, who was as alert as a frightened big cat. The meandering tone was like a melancholy song, "People live in fragments of memory, not in a coherent story." .”

Nicholas replied in a deep voice: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

“Only those who understand can understand.”

Shalia moved without warning, pulling out an afterimage in the bloody moonlight, and arrived in front of Nicholas in an instant. The golden spear seemed to protrude from the void and pierced Nicholas' chest.

Except for Cheng Mo, no one in the field could clearly see Shalia's movements. Everyone opened their eyes and opened their mouths. When they saw clearly, Nicholas had been directly penetrated by this blow that was too fast to catch. chest.

Death comes like this, unexpectedly and predictably.

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Robert Crawford got out of the car, and the square outside the gate of the Palace of Versailles was divided into two halves with a human wall by a line of guards wearing the traditional red uniforms of the Royal Guards of the French Empire. The crowds on one side are all tourists coming to check in. On the other side were reporters and television photographers holding various equipment, and separated by a railing were the long red carpet and the gleaming gilded gates and walls of the Palace of Versailles.

The weather was very cold, but the sky was high, the clouds were vast, the trees were green, and the palaces were resplendent. Under the clear weather, it actually gave off the atmosphere of midsummer.

Fox TV host Diletta Liotta walked along the red carpet with Robert Crawford on her arm and signed her name at the autograph wall. The spotlight flashed, and Diletta Leotta stayed in front of the signature board for a long time, waving to reporters and spectators. She stayed there for a long time, until the next group of people approached, and then reluctantly turned around to Robert Crawford. Walk towards the two doors that stand like golden mountains.

Robert Crawford quickly glanced at the media area, but he didn't see Benner Nielsen's small company.

He walked into the Palace of Versailles with a lump in his throat. Maybe it's the warm arms of the sexy girl in a dress beside you, or maybe it's the blue sky and white clouds, the labyrinth garden and the golden castle, which are so beautiful that you forget to worry about them. Robert Crawford's slight displeasure over Benner Nielsen gradually dissipated. He laughed with Diletta Leota, and soon passed through the marble courtyard of the main building and walked to the Hercules Hall where the banquet was held.

He thought that not only him, but anyone who walked here would first see the strong and handsome Napoleon VII standing on the balcony on the second floor. The sky above the roof showed pure blue, with a few thick clouds embedded in it, as pure as the light in sapphire. The man had a tall and straight posture, with a conceited smile on his face as white and firm as marble. He felt even brighter and more dazzling than the gold-leaf-encrusted Sun King sculpture on the roof.

Diletta Leotta, who had been so enthusiastic about Robert Crawford just now, as if he was the center of the world, her breathing stagnated obviously, and her eyes became hot. She loosened her hold on his hand slightly, and pulled with him. Driving some distance.

Robert Crawford glanced sharply at Diletta Leotta and found that she looked at Napoleon VII with a completely different feeling than looking at him. When she looked at herself, her eyes were full of lust, like looking at a pile of sparkling gold. When looking at Napoleon VII, it is a desire that comes from a deeper place than the heart when a female in estrus smells the strong and wonderful male scent.

Robert Crawford felt unhappy, but when he stepped onto the steps and saw Athena walking onto the balcony wearing a crown, his unhappiness disappeared instantly.

"Even people like Napoleon VII have weaknesses that cannot be touched! Who am I to not let go?" He sighed and said deliberately, "What a pity."

Diletta Leotta was attracted by this sigh. She moved her eyes away from the golden couple, Napoleon VII and Athena, and asked softly in confusion: "What a pity? What's the pity?"

Robert Crawford said meaningfully: "You know why fairy tales are just fairy tales?"

"not understand."

"Because fairy tales are a big lie."

"You mean that the relationship between Napoleon VII and Athena is not as good as what the media publicizes?" Diletta Leotta lowered her voice and asked mysteriously, "The rumors are not true, right? "

Robert Crawford asked rhetorically: "What rumors?"

Diletta Leotta approached Robert Crawford and whispered: "Athena is actually played by another person. The real Athena is Lucifer's lover."

Robert Crawford smiled slightly, "This rumor can only be a rumor. We will not allow the world to be without fairy tales of princes and princesses. Even if the fairy tale is a lie, this lie must continue."

Although Diletta Leotta had long been mentally prepared for Robert Crawford's hint, she was still shocked to the point of being speechless for a long time when she heard the answer that was almost equivalent to affirmative. , then murmured and asked: "I don't understand, I don't understand why?"

"Because the myth of the first divine general has been shattered, we need new heroes, our own heroes. That hero can be Superman, Bruce Wayne, or Tony Stark, but he cannot be Sun Wukong or Wolf Warrior. It's Lucifer," said Robert Crawford. "Now you see? We need him to be a hero."

Diletta Leota was stunned for a while, and she didn't come back to her senses until she reached the door of the Hercules Hall. She even forgot to control the volume, couldn't help but put her hands on her temples, and said loudly: "God Yeah~ It’s really unbelievable.”

Robert Crawford immediately looked around half a circle and saw that there were only guards on both sides who were looking at him intently. He was slightly relieved. He glared at Diletta Leotta displeasedly and said with lip language: "Keep your voice down. .”

Diletta Leota gasped in shock, raised her hands, and covered her red lips. Robert Crawford sneered and whispered: "There is a price to pay for maintaining a lie."

Diletta Leotta raised her head and glanced at the back of Napoleon VII on the second floor. This time her eyes were completely different from before. She also sighed, "What a pitiful person~"

The two people entered the Hercules Hall and kept silent in tacit agreement. The elegant and luxurious hall was filled with people who came to attend the meeting. Every man was wearing a well-tailored dress that looked expensive at first glance. Every woman was heavily made up and dressed in a graceful and luxurious evening dress. They were dancing under the lights. They talked loudly, exchanged glasses of wine, and the flat lake outside the floor-to-ceiling window was like a mirror, reflecting the magnificent buildings and the bright crowd, like a real curtain.

Robert Crawford stepped into the hall and took a glass of champagne from the tray held by the tall, handsome waiter. He also glanced at Diletta Leotta specifically. There was no special expression on that beautiful face. The waiter in front of him was obviously more handsome than Napoleon VII, but Diletta Leota Ota was not interested in looking at him.

"Human beings are all realistic animals. Your patience, gentleness, knowledge, optimism, and outstanding appearance. These excellent qualities are just the icing on the cake. Regardless of men and women, without exception, they will surrender to 'power' (the source of power). (from money, from fame, from power). And here is a group of the most powerful people on the planet."

Robert Crawford felt deeply honored that he was one of them, but thinking of the unknown fate of Napoleon VII, he felt a little sad that the rabbit would die. Feelings are like the wine in the cup, which is just the accumulation of emotions during the carnival. It will make this extravagant and beautiful indulgence and joy so precious.

"I have worked hard for decades to reach this immortal golden palace, and then I have the power to control the fate of others. Not to mention Lucifer, even God cannot easily take away everything that belongs to me."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, handed the glass to the waiter, and stepped into the crowd with Diletta Leotta, who was both excited and nervous. Looking around, there are all familiar people, either seen on TV and streaming media, or seen in newspapers and magazines, including a group of people at the top of the pyramid from all walks of life.

Although the dignitaries from various countries have not yet arrived, those who have come are basically industry leaders. It is possible that so many human elites can be brought together, and there are only a few moments on earth where they can be compared.

Soon, Robert Crawford found his circle. The big bosses of the European and American media circles had never appeared so neatly. Not only did Time Warner’s President Glenn Stankin, Disney’s President Ron Iger and Messier, the president of the French media giant Vivendi Group, was there, and even their company's director, Murdoch, who was known as the "immortal monster", was sitting in a wheelchair, sitting in a circle with a group of media people, talking and laughing.

Almost all lizardfolk.

So does he.

Robert Crawford didn't tell Benner Nelson that you were being suppressed, in addition to your crazy personality, because you weren't a lizard.

In the media circle, it would be impossible for anyone not to be a lizard to reach his position. No group values ​​bloodline more than the lizardfolk.

He stopped and elegantly asked Diletta Leotta to compete with the group of female celebrities who were taking pictures in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He quickly walked to Murdoch's side and carefully followed these A media living fossil said hello, and then stood a little behind Modoc, on the edge of the circle, listening to the big guys chatting casually.

"After the Battle of Twilight, we really need a grand celebration to announce the end of the pain, and there is nothing more appropriate than the wedding of His Majesty Napoleon and Queen Athena."

"Doesn't anyone want to make a movie?"

Ron Egg, the president of Disney, smiled and said nothing, and drank half a glass by himself.

"How could it not be?" Warner President Glenn Stankin looked at Ron Iger, "I asked His Majesty Napoleon about this matter, and he said that the copyright had been sold to Disney long ago, and he did not want any real people to To play him and Queen Athena, I chose Desini to shoot an animated feature film. So please be careful and don’t miss the schedule of this movie.”

"Oh~ Egg, you hid it too deeply! You didn't reveal any information beforehand!"

"How's the progress now?"

"The gift hidden on top of the Eiffel Tower won't be this animated movie you shot, right?"

Questions abounded, and Ron Egger had to answer, "The film is basically completed. His Majesty Napoleon has seen the samples and is very satisfied. I dare say it is the highest level in our Desheny history."

"Wow~~Then why is there no publicity at all?"

"Preliminary confidentiality is the request of His Majesty Napoleon. He hopes to add the ending of the wedding after the wedding." Ron Iger's expression became solemn, "The real ending. Then we expect to release it on Valentine's Day."

All the people in the circle involuntarily looked at Napoleon VII on the second floor. He stood under the dome, as if supporting the sky-like blue roof with his broad shoulders and slender arms. On the blue roof is the work "The Apotheosis of Hercules" by the famous French oil painter François Lemoine.

This majestic painting contains 142 figures, basically including the gods in Greek mythology, and strives to show Hercules, a mortal, whose "virtue allows mankind to transcend itself."

In the magnificent picture, on Mount Olympia, the Emperor Zeus holds the hand of his daughter Hebe to welcome the hero Hercules. The mortal who had defeated countless demons and monsters stood on the chariot, surrounded by the gods, and received the blessing of Zeus to become Hercules.

This scene is almost allegorical. It once implied that the achievements of Louis XIV, the Sun King, were comparable to those of the heroic Hercules.

Now, Napoleon VII has designated the wedding venue here, which is undoubtedly another prophecy.

Everyone stared at the marble sculpture-like back of Napoleon VII, and seemed to feel that he was integrated with the roof depicting "The Apotheosis of Hercules".

No matter how people viewed him before, they are still full of admiration for his spirit of daring to challenge.

"What a great man." Murdock sighed softly, trembling with his dry, old lips.

Just as people were immersed in this inexplicably tragic atmosphere, Murdock said, "This wedding is really a great business."

Glenn Stankin nodded and said: "It is indeed worthy of the title of 'Wedding of the Century'. All industries are making money, including the tourism industry, luxury goods industry, flower industry, food industry, toy industry, and media industry. There is data. Analysis: This wedding has led to an increase in consumption, and the GDP of the world has increased by several percentage points!"

“It’s hard to find a room in Paris, let alone Paris, even the towns around Paris are full!”

"The wedding has not yet been officially held, but the humanoid dolls of His Majesty Napoleon and Queen Athena have already been sold out! Especially the limited-edition figure of Queen Athena wearing the 'Feather of the Clouds' wedding dress and diamond ring, the price on the website has already increased. At 11.12 million Century Coins, it is the most expensive figure in the world!”

"When the movie "Wedding of the Century" comes out, the price will go up again."

"Now even movie theaters are planning to broadcast weddings live!"

"I don't know how much the GDP has increased because of this wedding. I only know that the stock market is soaring and everyone is hyping up the 'Wedding of the Century' theme. Even some nearby suppliers can make it happen as long as they have a little bit of involvement." The stock price went up."

Everyone happily discussed how much topic this wedding had created and how much economic flow it had brought. As for what happened after the wedding, no one seemed to care. Everyone seemed to have forgotten and were excited for the upcoming ceremony.

"Oh~ This is indeed a wonderful restart. To congratulate the economic recovery, our stocks are unwinding." Messier raised his glass to Napoleon VII on the second floor and said loudly, "Let us thank His Majesty Napoleon."

Napoleon VII heard the sound, turned around, and raised his glass to the people downstairs.

Everyone in the hall was smiling, raised their glasses together, and sang in unison: "To Your Majesty!"

Robert Crawford also raised a sincere smile and sincerely toasted Napoleon VII: "To Your Majesty!"

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After the meal was over, it was time for a more private gathering to enjoy cigars.

Robert Crawford followed Murdock to the "Harvest Hall". Outside the small hall covered with red Persian carpets was the Ladonna Fountain. The cheerful Baroque music is playing outside the window, and the water columns flying high are changing with the music and lights, like water fireworks that will never fade. Sitting on the sofa by the window makes people feel like they have traveled back in time to the luxury of the past. The decadent Bourbon dynasty.

Contrary to the festive atmosphere outside the window, the hazy small hall is filled with smoke. The blue light of the shield is slowly rotating. Every face looming in the smoke is extremely solemn. Those people talking and laughing in the hall are hiding in In the not-so-thick smoke, it changed its appearance like a chameleon.

"Check the atomic clock code."

Murdock was the first to stretch out his withered left hand, which was covered with old man's chicken claws. He opened his palm, revealing a golden "Star of David" badge, and the six corners of the six-pointed star actually faded away. The metal color changed, and six bright silver numbers appeared one by one.

Those sitting in a circle around the table displayed their badges, including Robert Crawford. This is the "Star of David Atomic Clock Badge" that only pure-blooded lizards can possess. In order to identify Lucifer's electronic creatures, they must display the "Star of David Atomic Clock Badge" that locks their heartbeat at every important gathering. This badge will faithfully record the heartbeat data of each owner. When there is an abnormality in the data, not only will the data be monitored in real time, but the Lizard Guards will also come to conduct a "health" check to ensure that the owner has not been replaced.

After confirming that everyone here is their own people, everyone's faces relaxed a little. If there is no bad news, it is considered good news.

"Are you sure that the Third God General will come?" Glenn Stankin asked in a deep voice.

"The secretary's office said he would come, but no one will know the answer until the last second." Murdock smiled, and his wrinkled face was like a dried orange peel. Tuan, "The Third Divine General has a choice, Napoleon VII has no choice."

"Napoleon VII had no choice." Robert Crawford repeated in his heart. Even though he was stronger than Napoleon VII, he had to become a puppet sometimes.

"What is the chance of Napoleon VII winning? Two percent? Thirty percent?"

"It depends on whether Ou Yu's 'conical microwave anechoic chamber device' can work."

"Where did he put that device? The Eiffel Tower?"

"Where else but there?"

"So the gift box in the center of Paris is not for Athena, but for Lucifer?"

"Big gift, big surprise. By then the whole of Paris will become a 'dark room'. Everyone will lose the ability to draw energy from satellites, which means everyone will become ordinary people." Ron Egg said with a smile, "This is the end of the animated movie we haven't filmed yet. The wedding of the king and queen, the death of the devil, and the celebration of the whole world. This is the real wedding of the century."

Hearing such a shocking secret, Robert Crawford's forehead and palms started to sweat. He was not qualified to speak, but he still subconsciously asked: "So Napoleon VII still has a chance of winning?"

"I'm afraid Lucifer won't come."

"He will definitely come. Even if he knew it was a trap, he would still come. My wife became someone else's wife in front of the world's audience. The 'gift' was still the tower where my ex-wife died. If it were you, how could you bear it? ?”

"If you can't bear it, you won't be able to bear it."

"I'm afraid that the 'conical microwave anechoic chamber' will be useless to Lucifer."

"Believe in science."

"Science belongs to the Creator." Murdoch took a puff of his cigar and said quietly, "To be honest, I don't have high hopes."

Everyone was silent for another moment.

"We don't need to be so nervous. After all, it was Napoleon VII who died." Ron Egg said pretending to be relaxed.

"Did you play the trump card of Napoleon VII too early?"

"We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, Lucifer will replace all those who oppose him with electronic biological beings. He actually wants to use artificial intelligence to rule mankind, turn artificial intelligence into ant queens, and turn humans into ants. He Just a lunatic!"

"What a lunatic."

"What a lunatic."

Everyone said in unison with fear on their faces.

Robert Crawford shuddered when he thought that he might become an ant without consciousness and could only obey orders. He asked dreamily: "What if he wins again."

"He won" Then Lucifer was not only a murderous demon king, but also forcibly abducted Napoleon VII's wife Athena. Napoleon VII is still a hero who resisted tyranny, but Lucifer has become an even dirtier devil, which is actually a good thing for our already bad situation. Murdock glanced at Robert Crawford and said calmly, "Take a long-term view. As long as we hibernate deeply enough, we can still stand at the top of the pyramid in ten, thirty, or fifty years."

Robert Crawford smiled awkwardly, thinking of the incident that changed the subject. He seemed to suddenly remember, "By the way! I thought of an interesting thing. Just now an old subordinate of mine called me and said that someone came from Al Jazeera spent 30 billion to buy the exclusive broadcast rights to "The Ruins of Ancient Babylon." Do any of you know?

"Thirty billion?"

"Thirty billion? Haha~"

Someone laughed, and this laughter made Robert Crawford a little embarrassed. He shrugged his shoulders, "My old subordinate did say 30 billion, which is higher than the broadcast cost of the wedding of the century!"

"Fake news, right? Never heard of it at all."

"I do know that there was an accident at the ancient Babylonian ruins, but that incident could only make social news. It would be a good hot spot in normal times, but unfortunately at this time, it is nothing worthy of attention."

"I think so too." Robert Crawford felt that the topic he chose was terrible. He forced a smile and said, "The bastard Benner Nelson must have made a mistake."

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Before Rebecca, Li Rongxuan and the others had time to scream, they saw the spear passing through Nicholas' shadow. Before the sound of breath could be swallowed from their mouths, Shalia also disappeared again like a phantom.

At this time, the frightening, short and intense pain had not completely disappeared from the chest, and they had not yet felt lucky to have had a false alarm. A dangerous chase ensued, and their breathing and heartbeat were suspended again.

With Cheng Mo's prompting, Nicholas quickly chose to teleport, but even so, the armor on his chest showed signs of melting, as if it had been touched by a welding gun.

The pain of continuous blood loss came from his chest. Nicholas had no time to take a second look, and Cheng Mo's instructions were conveyed again, "Push the ghost vector to the bottom and move forty-five meters due south."

Nicholas was still trying to think when he realized that the tip of Shalia's spear was imminent. He was startled by the other party's ghostly actions and subconsciously followed Cheng Mo's order to move south. But at the moment of thinking, the spear was embedded in the armor. He did not dare to resist, and violently broke away from the restriction of the gun tip, forcing the spear to cut through the armor and dashing southward.

Before the pain reached his brain, Cheng Mo's instructions rang in his mind again, "Push back the ghost vector, turn on the 'Heat Feedback Active Effect', turn back 180 meters to the north, and at the same time throw 'Shura's Fang' to the left front .”

Nicholas didn't know why he flew 45 meters south at low altitude at full speed, nor why he had to run back 180 meters now, nor why he threw his ax at the empty left front. and hammer. He just thought about it for a moment and felt a flash of red flame on his left side. The fatal flame almost brushed against his scalp.

He broke out in a cold sweat. This feeling of brushing against death reminded him of many years ago, when he was pinned outside the train door on K20 by Cheng Mo, who was not Lucifer at that time. The world was destroyed. Turning it upside down, the sparks caused by the friction between the scratched shiny wheels and the rusty rails jumped on his pupils, and the light was like the sun melting and dripping into his eyes. His body was obviously hot, but his heart felt cold. He screamed, but he couldn't hear the sound. It was like he was locked in a vacuum glass coffin. The world was right in front of him, but he couldn't reach it. and.

"Everyone lives in fragments of memory."

Nicholas never liked to express emotion, but this sentence was like a foreign object stuffed into his mind, making it impossible to ignore its existence.

"Don't be distracted. Jump immediately, turn diagonally in the air, and move ninety meters to the west. Stop calculating energy and turn on 'ghost vector' and 'permanent magnet compensation' at full efficiency. Your speed is too low. You have to mention the speed of sound. .”

Nicholas' rare emotion was interrupted by Cheng Mo's cold voice. He once thought he was harsh enough, but when he heard Cheng Mo's voice, he understood what true severity was. It was a sound that was as calm as death, like the gentle sound of wind heard when one jumped from the top of the tallest building in the city.

"Full output to maintain the speed of sound, so my energy will last less than five minutes!" As soon as this idea flashed through Nicholas' mind, he heard Cheng Mo speak again.

"Speed ​​refers to the speed of sound. Remember this feeling."

Nicholas decisively gave up thinking. He put all his energy into driving his body. He flew desperately, like a driver who stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but he had to follow Cheng Mo's instructions to move, which was tiring for his brain and heart. Far better than the body. He actually couldn't see where Shariya was, and he didn't know what he was avoiding. He just gave up thinking about other things and followed Cheng Mo's orders exactly.

But even if he gave up the most difficult decision and only needed to mechanically execute the order, he felt miserable every second, like a blind rabbit driven by a wolf, avoiding the possibility of being controlled by others every second. Death comes. He wanted to give up several times, just die and lie on the cold ground, waiting for resurrection.

Just when he thought he had no chance of winning and could only give up and wait for death, a surge of energy poured in from his back.

Suddenly, the world becomes completely different, just like a short-sighted person who puts on glasses of appropriate power and the entire field of vision becomes extremely clear. Just a few tenths of a second ago, not only was he unable to sense the position of "Shariya", he was even unable to see everything around him due to the 'supersonic' movement.

And at this second, he knew exactly how many broken Royal Oak trunks there were, how many leaves were flying in the air, how many broken trunks were lying on the ground, their thickness and shape, as well as the temperature and humidity of the air. Chu, these complex data were collected into his brain and processed naturally. All he had to do was to act according to the instructions of his brain.

Nicholas still didn't quite know what he was doing. All this power did not come from him, but Cheng Mo transferred the calculated data to his brain. All he had to do was copy the answers from the paper.

Others saw an incredible contest. It was almost impossible for them to observe the movements of Sharia and Nicholas. It felt like it was difficult for a person to see the flight paths of two mosquitoes in a room.

It's hard not to not see it at all, they can see Shalia and Nicholas' brief exchanges through occasional pauses and exchanges of skills. It's not as dazzling as watching a video, but it feels like the gap is so big that you can't understand it at all.

"Is this the level of the top 230 on the Heavenly Ranking? It's too exaggerated. I can't imagine how powerful the top 100 will be."

"Can you win?"

"It seems that instructor John and Shalia, who was letting go, were fighting back and forth."

"I didn't expect instructor John to be so strong!"

"Why do I feel like Instructor John has changed?" Magnus looked at Rebecca, "Instructor Mary, has Instructor John always been this strong?"

Rebecca rolled her throat, shook her head, and said blankly: "I don't know either."

Nicholas once again used the concussive effect of the "super shock wave" to immobilize Shalia in seconds, and then got close and released the "Fang of Shura" on Shalia's chest.

Saliya, known as the "strongest elite monster", was knocked off his horse by him. This time was different from the past. He did not spin around in mid-air and stand on the tree stump with a graceful attitude. Instead, he supported the ground with his spear and knelt on one knee, facing Cheng Mo's direction.

"You made me smell a different smell. It's the smell of a crown, thorns, and blood." Shalia lowered her head, her long reddish-brown hair hanging to the ground, floating gently like a reed in the wind. , he seemed to be reciting a poem, "Language will increase misunderstandings, shall we degrade our ears? Commandments will cause harm, shall we extinguish the candles? By breaking through the gap of misunderstanding, will human beings avoid fights? My king, You have built such a high tower. When you stand on it, can you see far enough? Until the future."

Cheng Mo said nothing.

Magnus and Jin Zhuji looked at each other and looked at Nicholas and Rebecca who were also confused. They didn't know what Shalia was talking about.

Shalia stood up, "Do you need Lord Seven-tone Snake's badge?" He turned around with his spear and walked towards the checkpoint made of thick logs by the stream, "Come with me, and wait until you have resisted the lizardmen. Attack and you can take it.”