life copy game

Chapter 387 Behind the Scenes
The densely packed convoy of mercenary regiments parked on the narrow street, the surrounding crowd had already fled in all directions, and there was an eerie silence on the sidewalk.

At the front of the convoy, on a simple jeep, a man with short brown curly hair stood up from the co-pilot, holding the gorgeous saber at his waist, and looked forward.

An elegant and handsome middle-aged officer with short brown hair and short brown hair was standing alone in the center of the street, blocking the way of the entire huge convoy.

The officer was Wright, and the short curly-haired man standing on the jeep was the head of the mining consortium's mercenary group, Abe.

Wright glanced at Abe in front of him, adjusted his white officer gloves, smiled and made an invitation gesture,

"Captain Abel, the time is right now, why don't you sit down and have a cup of coffee?"

"No need."

Aibo's face sank like water, he glanced at the mining building in the distance, and raised his left hand to make a gesture.

The huge convoy began to slowly change lanes, taking another detour.

And Albert got off the jeep and looked at Wright.

"Commander Ai Bo, you also know that the mining consortium has never trusted you,"

Wright straightened his gloves, held the pistol pinned to his waist,
"You are the head of the mercenary group in name, but in fact you have no control over the mercenary group. The affairs of the entire mercenary group are controlled by the direct descendants of the board of directors.

"Usually, they don't give you any favors in peacetime, and they use you as a messenger in times of crisis. Even now, they dare not let you garrison the building of the mining consortium. Such an employer, why do you work hard for them?"

"Do what you want, do what you want,"

Ai Bo's face was calm, and he clenched the hilt of his sword with his right hand, "How they guard against me has nothing to do with me,"

"That,"

Wright stared at the man in front of him, "It seems that we still have to fight?"

His figure disappeared instantly.

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As the gorgeous and solemn wooden door was slowly pushed open, a spacious conference room appeared in front of He Ao.

The meeting room has a rectangular shape as a whole. The wall facing the door is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight penetrates the glass and covers the entire meeting room just right.

Through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, most of the 'scenery' of Rock City is under the monitoring of this meeting room.

He Ao took a step forward and crossed the door.

On the right hand side of the entrance is a wall that is not too narrow. On this wall hangs a pair of oil paintings that are worth a lot of money at first sight.

On the left hand side, there is a huge oval conference table, and pale people are sitting around the conference table.

Most of them are older, with fine lines covering their cheeks.

The oldest looks to be 80 years old, and the youngest is 40 years old.

However, despite their advanced age, the faces of most of them are filled with a kind of strange excitement, which propped up their old bodies and looked energetic.

This is the support of power.

Power is the best stimulant in this world.

He Ao walked towards these 'old people' step by step.

They gathered around the conference table, seeming to be arguing fiercely about something.

Some waved their hands angrily, some blushed, some were filled with righteous indignation, and some were indifferent.

However, the picture stopped at this moment.

All their movements are still at this moment of this argument.

Like a perfect wax figure made by a wax figure master, everything is done perfectly.

He Ao walked up to a person who stood up, his chest heaved slightly, his cheeks were reddish when he was angry, his body was still alive, but he couldn't move.

Their eyes have long lost focus, as if the still button was pressed, and they stopped at that moment forever.

He Ao ran his fingers across the surface of the solid wood conference table.

The table top is very smooth, and there is no accumulation of dust. These people have been made into 'wax figures' forever, which should have happened not long ago.

The board of directors of the mining consortium, which used to be aloof, bossy and arbitrarily determined people's life and death, has been made into 'living wax figures' of 'lifelike' here.

Howard crossed the conference table and continued to go inside.

In the innermost part of this large conference room stands a huge bookshelf wall, on which are densely packed with various books.

He Ao walked to the bookcase, and there were bursts of chaotic ravings in his ears.

He reached out and touched a bookshelf above his head.

There are some familiar and unfamiliar books on this bookshelf. The first book is called "The Origin of the Great Storm".

He Ao did not directly pick up the book, but invoked his divine sense and scanned the bookshelf.

Then he stretched out his hand, picked up the "Origin of the Great Storm", and put it on the ground far away. In the process, he suffered another handful of pollution packages he had suffered before.

But with experience, he will be much more proficient this time.

After overcoming the pollution, He Ao looked at the book behind "The Origin of the Great Storm", "Death's Notes".

This book is also written in the mystical language Denis. The moment He Ao opened this book, he felt that he had come into contact with a great existence in the haze.

This great existence does not have any entity. He is like the dark clouds in the sky, or the mist of the earth. He is formless and substanceless, shrouded in a dark and dead silence. This dark and dead silence seems to be his residence, and it seems to be himself.

The moment He Ao came into contact with this great existence, He Ao felt an extremely special 'babbling' resounding in his mind.

This 'babbling' has no sound, but exudes a mysterious and evil temptation. It is luring He Ao's soul, and it is luring He Ao to "sleep peacefully" and fall into an eternal sleep.

He Ao didn't respond, he opened the book in his hand, he didn't flip through it slowly, but directly turned on Super Memory, flipped it quickly, and memorized all the contents of the book.

As these Denis words entered his mind and formed specific meanings, He Ao felt the silent 'babbling' reverberating in his brain suddenly roaring like a giant bell ringing, occupying his entire brain.

At this moment, he felt that his consciousness was leaving his body, falling into the boundless taboo darkness.

That is the realm of the gods, the end of all life.

At this last moment, He Ao grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, pulled out the dagger slightly, and cut his finger with the sharp blade.

The moment his finger was cut, a whispering whisper sounded in his ears, confronting the silent 'babbling' and waking him up from the endless darkness.

The eyes that had lost their brilliance were focused again.

"call--"

He Ao took a deep breath, glanced at the wound on his finger, and retracted the dagger.

As the consciousness returned to the body, He Ao glanced at the "Death Notes" in his hand, and put it on the ground far away.

In the dungeon world, knowledge itself is polluted.

Reading the books of a certain god, it is easy to establish a connection with that god, be polluted by the god, lose life, or mutate into a twisted monster.

But He Ao is not worried, friends, the more the better.

Before reading this book, he anticipated the possible consequences, so he also prepared 'external force' support.

After absorbing enough power related to the God of War, the short sword is almost bound to the God of War in mysticism, and it can be regarded as a special curing ceremony in itself.

So He Ao can use the short sword to contact the God of War, and use the pollution of the God of War to offset the pollution of other gods, and skillfully strike a balance to maintain his sanity.

The content of this "Reaper's Notes" is very simple. To be precise, it is not the notes of Death, but the notes left by a "wizard" who "pursues the truth of death".

Wizards are the self-proclaimed names of a group of people who pursue extraordinary truths in the Cataclysm. At that time, the entire world did not have the knowledge of talent sequences and promotion paths. These "wizards" accidentally mastered extraordinary powers and sought promotion methods while groping.

Before the original federation, many promotion paths for human beings have been formed, which came from these fearless truth chasers who used their lives to try and make mistakes again and again.

Since the establishment of the Federation, almost no one calls themselves a wizard anymore.

This diary is just a record of some random thoughts and observations, and the 'wizard' who left the death diary probably lived in the era of ignorance and madness before the original Federation.

His talent sequence is related to the soul and the dead. His diary records his constant pursuit of the truth of death, step by step exploration and trial and error, the process of getting promoted and becoming stronger step by step.

During this process, he judged that there is a great existence that symbolizes death in this world, so he began to follow the clues to find this existence.

The last record of the notes is that the 'wizard' encountered a 'black mist' that was indescribable, formless and qualityless, without a trace of sound or light.

This is the end of the whole notes.

However, judging from the title of this notebook and the pollution attached to it, the wizard should finally get his wish and 'see' the God of Death.

He Ao quickly opened the next book, "The Radiant Sanctuary".

This book is related to the eternal light, but only a small part of the book has no context, and most of the others are missing, but this time he still encountered a wave of pollution from the eternal light.

It may be because the connection between this book and the eternal light is not as close as that of "Death's Notes", and most of the content is missing, so the pollution is not strong.

To be precise, compared to the impact of the pollution from the God of Death, the pollution of the Eternal Light is not worth mentioning to He Ao, that is, the level of God of War's daily ravings is worse than the "greetings" ravings of good friends every time they meet many.

This "Sanctuary of Radiance" was written by some sycophant. Most of it is a compliment to the eternal light. The only valid information is to indicate a level concept.

In the era of cataclysm, A-level beings are called 'angels', who can get close to the gods, have a seemingly endless life, and walk on the ground with the will of the gods.

There is also an interesting anecdote mentioned in it, 'angels' are inhumane, they are basically indescribable monsters, driven by gods.

Even if someone is promoted from a human to an angel, he will quickly mutate into an indescribable 'angel on the ground'.

This anecdote is very interesting, but He Ao has seen a counterexample of this anecdote.

The legion leader of Dawn City is A-level, and has maintained a human form.

If it wasn't for the changes in the rules of supernatural beings in the past few hundred years, then people in the era of catastrophe didn't figure out some specific rules.

He Ao thought of the ravings that appeared in his ears when he was promoted to C-level. According to the power gap between C-level and B-level, perhaps the 'pollution' and babble received by B-level would be stronger.

Then by analogy, A-level may not be inhumane, but they cannot maintain humanity.

The pollution and madness they need to face may far exceed the B- and C-levels below. If they fail to resist, they will mutate into indescribable 'angels on the ground'.

Howard put the book in his hand on the ground far away.

If his conjecture is true, maybe in the era of cataclysm there were strong-willed A-levels who resisted the pollution and maintained their humanity. Then where are these 'angels' now?

He Ao immediately opened the next book.

The pollution of these books is not high, and there is no particularly important content. He Ao flipped through a few books and threw them on the ground far away.

Then he looked at the bookshelf in front of him.

At this moment, the pollution level of this bookshelf is already very low.

This bookshelf looks ordinary, just a few books related to gods.

But in fact, some kind of ritual circle was built with supernatural materials inside it. Once He Ao forcibly destroys the bookshelf, this magic circle will stimulate the power of all the books on the bookshelf and guide all pollution to impact He Ao.

A little bit of pollution from other gods can help He Ao protect his consciousness when fighting against the pollution of another god, like a reef that can be handed over in a flood, and cleverly use the power of the reef to carry through the turbulent current.

But a whole bunch of messy pollution came at once, and He Ao was about to face the chaotic mudslide.

Someone used the pollution of the gods on these books to pass through this bookshelf and build a 'pollution barrier' to prevent others from crossing this bookshelf.

If these mixed pollutions are really activated, maybe even B-level people will be seriously injured.

Even though He Ao's soul is relatively strong against pollution, his body is still Nell's normal body, and he will be half-disabled after being hit like this, and there will be nothing later.

He Ao noticed that this bookshelf was wrong. Although he did not have rich mystic knowledge to analyze the ritual circle, he could directly use his spiritual consciousness to open it and see the energy flow circuit of the circle, so as to guess the specific effect of the circle.

It just consumes some consciousness, after all, the mystery of this ritual circle seems to be relatively high.

The solution to this 'pollution barrier' is simply to remove the books on it one by one.

But as long as you touch these polluted books, you will be polluted.

The people behind the scenes have designed an unsolvable situation. Those who break the situation will suffer from pollution anyway. The only difference is mixed pollution and separate pollution.

The average C-level might not even be able to survive "The Radiant Sanctuary", let alone "The Origin of the Great Storm" and the stronger "Death Notes".

And B-level will also suffer a bit of a dull loss when they touch "The Origin of the Great Storm" and "Death Notes", and their combat power will be damaged.

But this game has no effect on He Ao, his resistance to the pollution of gods is a little bit higher than that of ordinary people.

He also bought a wave of knowledge for nothing by the way.

After all, when the book is in your hands, the pollution must be eaten. If you take it all, you will lose money if you don’t read it.

Although reading will also cause additional pollution, it is within He Ao's tolerance.

With the blessing of Super Memory, it doesn't take him long to read the book, and he can memorize everything after reading the quantum book.

Look at the bookshelf in front of you.

He Ao grabbed the dagger at his waist and pulled it out abruptly.

At the moment when the red light shined, the board members who were originally behind He Ao, who were like wax figures, turned their heads suddenly, staring at He Ao's back.

Then they rushed out like arrows leaving the string, attacking He Ao fiercely, trying to hinder He Ao's movements.

However, the red sword light did not obstruct anything.

The sharp sword light slashed across the bodies of these board members, and under the cover of splashed blood, it slashed across the huge bookshelf, and the sharp blade easily cut the solid bookshelf apart.

Following flashes of sword light, a 'small door' was cut out on the bookshelf in front of He Ao.

Then he pushed hard, the 'small door' collapsed, and a huge empty space appeared in front of He Ao.

Therefore, with the area of ​​this floor, there should not be only one conference room.

He Ao cut off the last director who attacked, and stepped into the space hidden behind the conference room.

This bookshelf should have a mechanism that needs to be solved, but He Ao has no time to solve the puzzle.

He even got rid of the executives by taking the time to do it while going upstairs.

Violence is less elegant, but very effective.

As He Ao entered, the first thing that caught his eyes was a huge purple inverted triangle, in the middle of the triangle, an open eye embedded in the triangle was outlined.

The lines that make up this huge pattern are deep ditches, and in these ditches, a bright red liquid like blood flows.

These liquids are drawn by an inexplicable force, flowing like a brook, and a faint purple radiance floats above all the liquids.

At the top of the pattern, which is also the farthest from Ho Ao, a beautiful woman blindfolded by black veil is sitting on the edge of the ditch.

Her pure white feet were submerged in the flowing bright red, shaking gently, and her jade-like ankles and the red rope tied around them were rippling in the purple brilliance.

As if hearing the sound of He Ao's footsteps, she slowly raised her foot and 'looked' at He Ao, her long gray-black hair swayed along her shoulders, and the bright red liquid flowed down her crystal toes and over her beautiful arches , fell into the flowing ditch.

She 'stared' at He Ao, her flaming red lips parted slightly.

Her face was still as calm as usual, but there was a slight surprise.

"Truth beholds all His followers."

He Ao looked at the woman's face calmly, "After the establishment of the Federation, the wizards' organizations were disbanded, and no wizards used the pattern of the Eye of Truth anymore.

"Some of the original wizards became believers of the God of Knowledge, some entered universities, and some disappeared in the records.

"And there are still some wizards who manipulate death, and they believe in another god with the eye of truth."

　More than 5000 words, ah, I gave up, it is impossible to finish the story quickly while wanting to complete the story, unless I am more and more.

Hmm... I'll try to write as much as possible. An old classmate came back suddenly today, so I was delayed a bit.

　
(End of this chapter)