life copy game

Chapter 1085: The inheritance of the ruins civilization? (Happy Dragon Boat Festival/Super long chapter, please vote for me)

"Under the watchful eyes of the great 'K the Destroyer'."

The man in the white robe with gold thread waved the knife in his hand, spread his feet to the left and right, bent his waist, and danced in an unusually contorted state, gently approaching the blonde girl in the car.

Hoarse and distorted music sounded in this circular square, and the originally noisy crowd had fallen into an eerie silence without anyone noticing.

Even the few remaining guards who were patrolling in the crowd stopped and stared blankly at the small platform in the center of the square, at the blonde girl whose pupils also had no focus.

There was a raging fire burning in the distance, and it was spreading quickly towards here.

From time to time, panicked crowds ran over here, and after seeing the scene on the square, they seemed to be attracted by the scene on the square, walked into the square quietly, and blended into the crowd.

Squeezing out from the crowd, Ruilin looked at the center of the square.

The man on the platform was still dancing a twisted dance, and the band below the platform was still playing strange music.

The band members were dancing with smiles on their faces and focussed eyes as they played the strings and keys one by one, as if they were immersed in the most wonderful music in the world.

But the "music" they played was mixed with sharp and piercing screams. Just by hearing it, Ruilin felt as if her soul was vibrating along with the "music".

It seems that this is no longer a tune played for humans, but a melody played for a huge and twisted life that cannot be seen by humans.

Ruilin raised her head and glanced at the people on both sides.

A guard in a white uniform holding a gun stood beside her, but the guard seemed not to see her. His unfocused eyes were fixed on the platform in the center of the square, staring at the girl on the platform.

Ruilin lowered her head and didn't look at the girl sitting in the sedan.

She had tried it before. Just by looking at the blonde girl from a distance, she almost lost control and joined the lost crowd.

She lowered her head and approached the altar step by step.

Some invisible force was also flowing into her body as she approached.

This power is not overbearing, but rather quite 'gentle'.

It caressed Ruilin's soul and soaked into her body like a mother's hand brushing against her baby, causing a thick drowsiness to sweep over her mind.

Ruilin had had the same thought in her mind countless times.

Stop, take a nap, and you'll be fine after a while.

But she knew she couldn't stop, her only relative was on the altar ahead.

The sleepiness was fighting with her for control of her body, making every step she took increasingly difficult.

She had to bite the tip of her tongue hard and pierce her fingertips with the tip of the bronze sword, letting the intense pain and her body's instincts stimulate her soul to gain a brief moment of clarity.

She walked past the band under the stage, where the musicians were still performing with all their passion.

Her eyes swept across the cage behind the platform.

The missing person who was imprisoned in the cage has now been pulled out of the cage, looking blankly in the direction of the platform.

Some guards who were equally distracted were holding blades, aiming at the hearts of these 'sacrifices' from behind.

"May the great gods shine upon my city--"

The man in the white robe opened his mouth, and the sound in the air was as sharp as the wind blowing through a narrow mountain stream, "Eternal glory is what I hope for—"

He raised the blade in his hand, danced a twisted dance, and cut into the blond girl's chest. "Blood - Glory - Destruction - Hope -"

Ruilin walked up the stairs step by step.

The soul-destroying band waved their hands wildly, playing distorted and screaming music.

The people standing in the square opened their mouths unconsciously and began to sing a sharp chorus along with the roaring music.

These overlapping sounds penetrated into Ruilin's ears, tearing at her soul, trying to pull her into an endless "warm" slumber.

Her fingers and lips were already stained with blood. With a twisted and desperate sleepiness, she finally walked up the stairs and reached the platform.

The man in the white robe with a twisted body was still dancing madly, as if he could no longer feel any pain. The blood oozing from his twisted joints soaked his robe.

His eyes had lost their light, and even though Ruilin was so close to him, he could not see Ruilin.

Ruilin's eyes were fixed on the dancing man in the white robe. The man's chest seemed to have stopped rising and falling a long time ago.

It was as if he had already died at some point when the ceremony began, and some invisible force was supporting his body, allowing it to continue performing the ceremony.

Seeing this strange scene, it seemed that she should be terrified, but Ruilin no longer had any thoughts in her mind at this moment.

She stared at the blonde girl in the sedan and felt her mind go blank.

She forgot why she came and why she was standing here.

She wanted to stop, blend her soul into the warm and moving music that spread throughout the space, and sing along with the music.

But some invisible throbbing from the depths of her soul still drove her forward.

The man in the white robe soaked with blood had already placed the tip of the knife against the blonde girl's heart.

Ruilin watched the scene calmly, but she seemed to have no strength to move forward. Her shoes seemed to be filled with cement, and her legs were too heavy to lift.

As if driven by some instinct, she opened her mouth and bit off her tongue.

The intense pain made her soul briefly clear, and her body seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, making her feel a little relieved.

Without hesitation, she reached out, grabbed the girl sitting in the sedan, and pulled her out.

The music and chorus that were echoing throughout the square suddenly stopped as if the pause button had been pressed. The movements of the man in white robe who was performing a twisted dance also froze in place at this moment.

Some scattered memories emerged in her mind. Ruilin, who had regained consciousness briefly, had no time to think. She looked up at the people around her who had not yet woken up and looked a little confused, and looked at the buildings behind these people.

Finally, her eyes fell on the flames blazing from the center of the city and on the towering obelisk.

Then, without hesitation, she rushed down the platform with the blonde girl on her back at the fastest speed in her life, rushed out from the gap in the crowd, and rushed towards the blazing sea of ​​fire.

boom--

The man in white robe fell backwards, his body falling onto the altar.

It was not until this moment that everyone woke up from their dream.

"Ah! It's on fire!"

"Run! Run!"

The sharp cry echoed in the crowd for an instant.

The sacrifices, who had briefly regained their freedom, immediately began to flee along with the crowd.

Panic and panic quickly spread in the square.

"The Saint was taken away!!!"

Soon, someone noticed the vacant space on the altar and Ruilin who had squeezed out of the crowd, "Catch that woman!!!"

The scattered guards quickly gathered together and chased after the woman carrying the blonde girl against the panicked crowd.

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boom--

The spewing tongues of fire swept across the edge of the house, and then accompanied by a loud bang, the sturdy little building in the flames was instantly covered with dense cracks, and then collapsed with a loud bang.

Not only this small building, but all the surrounding buildings wrapped in the sea of ​​fire also collapsed like dominoes almost at the same time under the vibration of the invisible air wave.

The dust and flames reflected together, and the surging flames danced, illuminating the two figures standing under the obelisk in the center of the ruins.

"You have some skills. It's not unfair that Lao Er died in your hands. I have warned him many times that he should learn some fighting skills. His strength may not be enough to defeat a real warrior who has crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, but he didn't listen."

The skinny white-haired old man stretched his muscles and said, "It's all his own fault that he has come to this point today. Young man, you are very good."

He stepped on the marble floor that had been broken into pieces, raised the green cane in his hand like a sword, and looked at He Ao not far away, "But if this is all you can do, you'll be dead in the next move."

He Ao held the Shadowless Sword tightly in both hands, opened his hands slightly, and took a look at his bloody palms.

He had anticipated the previous confrontation and covered his palms with his spiritual sense in advance, but even so, the recoil force from the sword tore the flesh on his hands.

Just in that confrontation just now, the old man Yuji in front of him burst out with nearly ten thousand strength.

Now He Ao added all the skills of Hao Yi's clone, and applied the improved and cutting-edge long weapon martial arts with a 30% amplification, and could barely reach a strength of nearly ten thousand.

And it is obvious that this is not the opponent's limit. What he just did was just a test.

He Ao's gaze swept over the body of old man Tiger Stick. He was similar to other members of the Glory Society that He Ao had met before, and also had five energy gathering points.

However, these five energy gathering points were gathered together and coiled in the middle of his chest, looking no different from one energy gathering point.

In addition to this, He Ao also discovered that with every breath the old man took, the energy circuits in his body would flash.

Some invisible force continuously spread into his body from the air and the earth, replenishing his consumption.

It seemed that as long as he was on the ground and still breathing, his power was endless.

He Ao looked at the old man's pale hair and beard. The other party was stronger and had endless physical strength.

In this situation, if you want to win, you can only seize some fleeting opportunity or create some fleeting opportunity.

"Have you thought about it, young man?"

Yuji picked up the cane in his hand and said, "Once you've made up your mind, let's get started."

His figure disappeared in an instant, several times faster than when he had just fought with He Ao. Almost in an instant, he appeared in front of He Ao.

The green cane instantly chopped towards He Ao's face.

It all happened too fast. Heo's pupils suddenly contracted. He raised the shadowless sword in his hand and rushed towards the crutch in a hurry.

But the next second, his figure appeared behind where he was originally standing as if by a flash, approaching the huge obelisk.

He was just faking a move to dodge.

boom--

But obviously, this fake move did not fool old man Tiger Stick, and the cane still hit He Ao in front of him and was blocked by the Invisible Sword.

The fight between the two men stirred up an invisible storm, which blew through the surrounding flames and caused some buildings that were originally on the periphery to collapse one after another.

The void seemed to tremble at this moment, and ripples appeared on the smooth surface of the obelisk phantom.

puff--

He Ao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He finally stopped in front of the phantom of the obelisk, with his back almost touching the obelisk.

The old man with the cane in his hand retreated and instantly appeared at the place where he was standing before. He looked at He Ao, holding the cane in his hand, and said hoarsely, "Your skills are good, young man."

He Ao's flash backwards just now almost deceived him, but he saw through it at the last moment, followed closely, and closed the distance with He Ao's steps.

Although Heo was not killed by the blow, his body was injured.

"You are weaker than I thought, young man."

The old man raised his cane again, looked at He Ao, and laughed hoarsely.

"You're very quick,"

It seemed that a large area of ​​his body had touched the obelisk, causing him to hear some distorted mumbling. He Ao moved forward with a painful expression, letting his body leave the obelisk. He looked at the old man, gritted his teeth, and continued,

"I'm afraid there is no such body movement in the real world. Did you get your body movement from the ruins?"

The speed of old man Itadori's movement just now was so fast that an ordinary B-level warrior couldn't even catch his afterimage.

He Ao could only barely capture the opponent's actions by relying on the spreading power of the Eye of Truth.

While speaking, he had already returned his main consciousness to his body. He immersed his spiritual consciousness in the blood-moisturizing jade pendant, an extraordinary item that could improve one's understanding, and began to comprehend the old man Yuzhang's body movements.

"We ourselves are the continuation of the relic civilization,"

The old man shook his head and looked at He Ao, "I am born more civilized than you backward monkeys."

"What do you mean?"

He Ao raised his eyebrows.

"Want to know?!"

Old man Tiger Stick raised his cane and appeared in front of He Ao again in an instant.

The shadowless sword and the staff collided again.

boom--

He Ao's body trembled and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, old man Tiger Stick's arm trembled, and the second level of power burst out. The Shadowless Sword was instantly pressed down, and the sharp blade almost touched the tip of He Ao's nose.

This time it seemed to be some special martial arts. The impact of the collision was greater than the first time. He Ao's body bent down and some blood seeped out of his skin.

His back pressed against the obelisk again, and the intense pain spread to his cheeks again.

He watched the old man gradually leave, and tried hard to recall the changes in the old man's muscles and energy circuits when he used martial arts just now.

At this time, the old man had returned to his original position and looked at He Ao with a smile, "Young man, you have a strong willpower."

He held the cane, looked back at the burning city, then looked up at the towering obelisk, and said with a smile,

"Do you think the buildings here have the style of Middle-earth? This is not the style of Middle-earth, but the style of ruins.
"Unlike you bandit monkeys, we are the true inheritors of the ruins civilization.
"This glorious city is also the habitat that the ruins specially left for us."

He looked at Howe and continued, "Aren't you very curious about what the relationship is between 'Destroyer K' and us? Didn't you notice that this god was always related to the ruins when he appeared? Didn't you notice that he didn't show his complete body every time?

"I can now tell you clearly that this god is related to the ruins. He is the god of the ruins, and naturally he is also the god of us, the inheritors of the ruins civilization.

"And He is not in good condition right now. He needs our sacrifice to restore His body and create a new world."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at He Ao, "Young man, I have read your information. The idiots from the three major organizations suspect that you are from the ruins, but it seems that you know nothing about the ruins?"

He Ao:······

There were so many things to complain about that he didn't even know where to start.

At one point he really thought this guy was going to tell some shocking secret.

But this guy really seems to believe it.

Unlike the second vice-president, the old man Yuji in front of him was the only one who had come into contact with the mysterious president of the Glory Society. He admired the president very much and almost completely believed what the president said.

His subordinates would think that Rongguang would use the name of 'K' just to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

And although he did want to make a fortune, part of him also truly believed in the story of 'K the Destroyer'.

Old man Yuji was in a good mood at the moment, so he was willing to say this.

He Ao also knew that he was in a good mood, because he had not used all his strength in the last few moves. He grasped He Ao's limit, and then deliberately suppressed He Ao in front of the obelisk and teased He Ao.

Just like a cat playing with mouse, he wanted to kill He Ao bit by bit here.

He seemed to be still upset about He Ao's ridicule just now.

Looking at the confident smile of the old man, He Ao slowly spoke and asked stutteringly in the language of the copy world, that is, the second area of ​​the ruins, "Do you know the Federation?"

Hearing He Ao's words, the old man was slightly stunned, and then asked in confusion, "What are you mumbling about?"

Hearing his words, He Ao didn't say anything, but just sighed softly.

At this moment, old man Yuji easily caught the mockery and ridicule in the young man's eyes.

"you wanna die!"

He raised the green cane in his hand angrily, and instantly appeared in front of Heo who was still standing in front of the obelisk.

This time, He Ao did not block it head-on, but instead moved sideways, with most of his body immersed in the obelisk, and dodged to the side with a painful look on his face.

Looking at He Ao's actions, old man Tiger Stick paused.

At this moment, most of Heo's body was in the phantom of this towering obelisk.

In order to attack He Ao, he also had to "chase" the phantom with the crutch in his hand and even part of his body.

He had heard the president's warning that although the real "Tower of Babel" had left the City of Glory, the remaining phantoms were also highly polluted and could not be approached.

This was also the reason why he focused on He Ao for the first time and stopped immediately when he found that He Ao had retreated in front of the obelisk.

However, through He Ao's actions just now, he discovered that the pollution in the obelisk in front of him seemed to be much weaker than he had imagined, at least not so terrible that it could not be touched.

The young man in front of him, who was much weaker than him, only showed pain when he was exposed to the pollution of the phantom. It seemed that this pollution was nothing to be afraid of.

But the president's teachings still echoed in his ears.

If he kept shrinking back like this, and this guy hid in the obelisk phantom and he couldn't attack him, he wouldn't be able to kill him quickly.

At this moment, he faced a choice.

After a brief moment of thought, he made his decision.

The green cane continued to move forward, hitting the young man in the obelisk.

He was very restrained in his movements, trying his best not to let his skin touch the obelisk.

But even so, some whispers were exploding in his mind.

Then, before he could react, he felt his crutch. This time, it did not hit the sword, but seemed to be grabbed by a pair of hands and then pulled forward.

In a very short time, the old man's body touched the towering obelisk.

(End of this chapter)