The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 42 The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected

Eh?
At that moment, Quicksand's brain went blank.

In a trance, he seemed to have entered the [Time Fantasy] state, and the period from when the detonator was pressed to when the bridge exploded became extremely long.

How is this going?

Why did Mr. Xu press the button? Am I wrong?
No, Mr. Xu must have a reason for doing this, but why?

Time passed quietly, and the bridge was filled with the sounds of fighting between awakened people and soldiers.

The explosion did not happen, and the quicksand did not enter the [Time Fantasy] state.

Suddenly, Quicksand came to his senses, and tears flowed from his eyes.

It turns out that everything is Mr. Xu's test of himself, there is no so-called explosives at all, these are just Mr. Xu's words to make himself feel at ease.

really……

Mr. Xu has always believed in me! ! !

Sometimes the worship of a person is too blind, and you will fall into this self-justifying situation.

Funny as it may seem, some of the human mental illnesses are inherently incurable.

At this moment, Mo Zhen also wanted to shed tears, but he could only stand still and watch the detonator laughing non-stop.

MD, this damn explosive is actually a Xibei product, which bastard made it...

Throwing the detonator casually into the rushing river, Mo Zhen turned around and shouted at Xiao Xuan, who was holding a warhammer and smirking.

"Stop drooling! Hurry up and shoot the bridge!"

Hearing Mo Zhen's call, the crazy Xuan immediately grasped the war hammer, switched it into a cannon form, and crazily injected his own spiritual power into it.

I saw the faint blue light condensing at the muzzle of the gun, and the crazy Xuan kept breathing heavily, his spiritual power was being continuously drawn by the hammer cannon.

Finally, when the gloomy light at the muzzle was extremely condensed, Xiao Xuan let out a deep roar and fired a powerful energy cannon.

The round blue cannonballs shot into the zombie army and exploded in a spiral, blasting a huge hole on the bridge.

But the bridge was still stable, and Mo Zhen looked at the deep pit calmly.

"One more shot!"

I saw the crazy Xuan lying on the ground like a pile of drained residue, shaking his head with blank eyes.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I really can't do it..."

The previous series of battles had already consumed a lot of crazy Hyun's mental values, and the shot just now had completely squeezed his mental value, and now his mental value is as low as 16%, and he can only maintain the thinking ability of a beast.

Seeing the unmoving and safe bridge and the incompetent Xiaoxuan like a waste on the ground, Mo Zhenxin cursed inwardly.

"Damn it, why is this bridge so stable? Don't those who built the bridge take kickbacks and cut corners! Damn it!"

In Mo Zhen's impression, something like a bridge should be as crisp as a peach cake, shaking when the wind blows, and shaking when you stomp your feet.

Why is the quality of the bridge here so good!

Slapping Xiao Xuan's decadent dog's head, Mo Zhen said calmly.

"Hurry up and go back to the center to shake people over. If they are too late, let them prepare to fight against the corpses in the city!"

After receiving the order, Xiaoxuan let out a long roar, and immediately rushed to the extermination center without stopping.

Mozhen sighed, looked at the city and the army of zombies on both sides of the bridge, took out a silver knife, and chanted while shaking his head.

"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other?"

These words fell into Liusha's ears, and immediately made him feel a sense of ignorance.

"Mr. Xu, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Mo Zhen smiled lightly, raised his bandaged hand and pointed at the zombie on the bridge.

"It's nothing, let's go! We have to survive until the reinforcements come over!"

"Yes!"

Quicksand raised the stick without hesitation, and launched a frenzied attack on the zombies that kept pouring in on the bridge.

His hands were as hard as steel, holding the stick firmly.

Under that man's gaze, Quicksand's personality [submission] was completely suppressed by his personality [self-encouragement]. Now his will and body are as hard as steel.

Every time the hard stick of quicksand hits the zombie's body, enough juice can be splashed.

Accompanied by the beating from the stick to the flesh, the big stick continued to absorb some kind of wonderful energy, and the quicksand seemed to have gained some kind of pleasant feeling in the battle, the more he hit, the higher it was, and finally let out a high-pitched roar.

A thick white light beam roared and continued to shoot out from the big stick. Quicksand quickly took hold of the big stick and manipulated the light beam to sweep across the Awakened army.

In an instant, the strong prisoner was wiped out.

Looking at the empty space around him, a sense of emptiness after venting and powerlessness welled up in Quicksand's heart.

His whole body went limp, turning into a puddle of mud and collapsing to the ground.

However, although the powerful beam shooting annihilated the Awakened army on the bridge this time, it also eliminated all the soldiers guarding the bridge without distinction.

Now the defensive force on the bridge was as empty as his empty spirit.

On the other side of the bridge, countless troops of the Awakened flooded onto the bridge again.

Quicksand looked at the rolling army, a feeling of powerlessness and weakness welled up in his heart.

Is it the end of it?
He glanced back at Mo Zhen, who was covered in bandages behind him, and said with grief and indignation in his heart.

"Damn it, Mr. Xu has already gone through a big battle, and now he is powerless to fight anymore, it's my turn to protect him!"

Quicksand wiped the sweat off his head and cheered himself up.

"Damn, it's not over yet! Give me a hard time!"

But neither the plasticine-like stick nor his mud-like body hardened.

Everything has its definite number, and the spiritual value of quicksand and the magical power of the stick have reached their limits.

Hardness depends on strength, and those without strength can only be soft on the ground like mud.

Mozhen in the distance sighed, he didn't leave the quicksand and turned around and ran towards the city, but walked towards the quicksand facing the army of awakened ones.

Seeing Mo Zhen's gradually approaching figure, Quicksand's eyes blurred uncontrollably.

I didn't expect that I would be a useless softie in the end. Not only did I not help, but I also made Mr. Xu suffer.

Every time Mo Zhen took a step closer, Liusha felt his heart was stabbed, and he wailed helplessly in his heart.

damn it!Mr. Xu, don't come here again!Why do you care about such a waste like me, just let me go and run alone!
At least... let me be of some use to you...

The wailing of the weak couldn't change any status quo, and Mozhen came to Quicksand step by step.

Watching the torrent of awakened beings rolling in, he calmly took off his helmet.

As the sun set, his figure was as bright red as blood.

Mo Zhen unhurriedly pulled the crying quicksand up from the ground, quicksand's tearful eyes were full of self-blame, guilt and wild gratitude.

Then, Mo Zhen naturally put the knife on Quicksand's neck, and shouted at the army that surrounded them.

"I am an internal agent who transcends the empire, and I want to see the officer!"

(End of this chapter)