The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 58 The Ambition of the Corpse Saint

Above the big crack, on the bridge transformed by the corpse's aura, a mad voice resounded through the sky.

"Finally found you guys, you're hiding so arrogantly! You didn't even try to hide it..."

In the center of the bridge, seven huge peak corpse saints sat in a circle, as if they were maintaining a special formation.

At first glance, they seem to be working together to maintain the bridge, manifested with brainless energy.

But Mo Zhen could tell from the calm expressions on their faces that it shouldn't be difficult to maintain the bridge, and there was absolutely no need for these seven guys to work together.

In this way, the purpose of these seven people staying here is worth pondering.

After contacting some previous situations, many questions emerged in Mozhen's mind.

Why did Transcendent Empire launch a general attack now?
Could it be said that it is a rigid setting of the game?

If this is really a pure virtual game, then it may indeed be a factor of the game setting.

But as Mo Zhen deepened his understanding of the game, he didn't think so.

In his eyes, the so-called game system cannot fully control the direction of the game, and there are objective reasons for everything that happens in the game.

Compared with expanding the territory, His Majesty the Emperor must have more important things to do, such as... consolidate his dominance.

Soon, key words such as civil strife, purge, suspicion, borrowing a knife to kill, panic, passive idleness, etc. flashed in Mo Zhen's mind. After arranging and combining for 1 second, he roughly reasoned out the situation beyond the empire.

Although he didn't know the specific information, he still had a good guess about the general situation.

A knowing smile appeared on Mo Zhen's face.

After obtaining new information, Mozhen's plan temporarily changed with the updated information.

The best plans are always in flux.

Just as Mo Zhen was thinking like lightning, a corpse saint with a ferocious tiger head stood up.

"Huh? You guys seem to be that traitor, right? You actually sent them to your door to seek death. The brains of low-level awakened people really don't work!"

Speaking of which, its razor-like sharp claws pointed at Mozhen in the air, and a sharp claw wind volleyed towards Mozhen.

Mo Zhen remained calm, smiled and swung his knife to smash the opponent's attack.

A look of surprise flashed across the ferocious tiger's eyes. Although it was just an extremely casual finger, it shouldn't be blocked by the mere level 8 ant in front of it.

Its right arm swelled in a circle, and it let out a deep roar, intending to tear this weird traitor, Mozhen, into pieces.

At this moment, a corpse saint with horns on his head waved his hand to stop him.

The tiger-head corpse saint didn't say anything when he saw this, and sat down silently.

The ram-horned corpse sage glanced at Mo Zhen with his deep eyes, which contained special power, like a deep green abyss crazily eroding Mo Zhen's will.

If the person standing in front of it was an ordinary corpse sect, then it has now become a mindless zombie under the erosion of this glance.

But Mo Zhen was not affected by it at all, and still looked at each other with a smile on his face.

Restraining his deep gaze, the Shogun Corpse Saint took another look at Mo Zhen.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course we have something to discuss."

Mo Zhen pointed to his head.

"It's a matter of everyone's life."

"Interesting, don't you think it's ridiculous that you, a traitor, came to us to discuss important matters related to life?"

Mo Zhen laughed out loud on the spot.

"Traitor? Hehe, it's really ridiculous. Although I betrayed the Transcendent Empire on the surface, I didn't betray His Majesty. And you..."

"die!"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, a certain fierce tiger let out an exasperated roar, revealing its true colors on the spot, and was about to pounce on Mozhen.

However, the shofar corpse saint waved his hand again to stop him.

"Wait a minute, I'd like to hear how you, a nobody, tell the story here."

"If I betrayed His Majesty, how do you think I survived the last time His Majesty personally conquered me?"

"You're just lucky!"

"Oh? I'm lucky? Could it be that His Majesty, in your eyes, can't even deal with a lucky level 8 traitor? You really don't take His Majesty's strength too seriously..."

Immediately, six sharp gazes focused on the tiger-head corpse saint, and the huge oppressive force immediately made it understand what stupid things he said.

Mo Zhen chuckled in his heart, he had already seen that this Tiger Head Corpse Saint should be the weakest among the seven, and the Goat Horn Corpse Saint should be the head of the seven.

"Let me tell you the truth, His Majesty let me go just to join hands with humans to get rid of you guys!"

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

All the saints present showed horror, only the ram horned corpse sneered, as expected.

"You traitor is here to sow discord!"

"It's a bunch of nonsense, it's ridiculous!"

"Yellow-mouthed boy, An dare to babble here!"

Just when everyone was frightened and angry, and was about to tear Mo Zhen's body into pieces, a low shout drowned out all the sounds.

"Shut up! Now that things are going on, is it still necessary to pose like this!"

The ram horned corpse saint showed grief and indignation, and let out a long sigh.

"Oh——I know Your Majesty too well. It only trusts itself. In its eyes, we are just a bridge that should be demolished when we cross the river, and a donkey that can be killed when we unload the mill! Are you injured by betrayal?"

Everyone was silent, only the ram's horn corpse continued to speak indifferently.

"Joke, he is waiting for us to rebel, so he can take the opportunity to wipe us out!"

Mo Zhen almost laughed out loud, the facts were exactly as he had guessed, but whether the emperor was injured or not is open to debate.

After all, as the savior, even though he was just a seedling, he should still be able to work hard before he died, maybe he really disabled the emperor.

But even if his strength has declined, the pile of chickens and dogs in front of him should not be his opponent.

Mo Zhen smiled lightly and continued to fan the flames.

"So? Don't you think you can live by hiding on this bridge and putting on a show?"

Tiger Head Corpse Saint is still not convinced.

"Your Majesty really wants to kill us, why don't you do it yourself?"

The ram horn corpse sage looked at it disdainfully, and said coldly.

"Hmph, it's not because of the mysterious and mysterious power of the national destiny! If we don't show our hands, it will kill us. At that time, the hearts of the people will be scattered, and the national destiny will decline, which will have a great impact on its strength."

Saying that, the ram horn corpse saint took a deep look in the direction of a certain ruin in the market.

"There are people beyond people, and there are people beyond the sky, and there are strong people in this world that it has to fear."

Hearing this, all the seats were silent, and various complex emotions were surging in Qishuang's eyes.

After a long while, the Shofen Corpse finally spoke.

"Tell me what you want to do."

Mo Zhen smiled slightly and said lightly.

"It's very simple, I will help you become emperor!"

(End of this chapter)