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Chapter 694 The Death of 'He Ao'? (Super large chapter asks for a monthly ticket)
"My lord, I am willing to serve you!"

At this time, several C-level monsters around watched He Ao being suppressed, and rushed up immediately.

Hearing these words, Dries just glanced up at the few people, but did not stop them.

They were overjoyed, thinking that Driss had acquiesced in their actions, and then rushed over.

And when they were less than two meters away from He Ao, everyone's bodies were instantly retracted and twisted into a ball.

"My lord...why?"

The leader looked up at Dries, struggling to touch Dries.

However, the expression on Dries' face didn't change at all, he just watched He Ao calmly.

Above this tall building, purple radiance spread from the dim sky, and countless twisted lines undulated through the hazy radiance like spirit snakes.

"Ah! This is... what is this..."

A series of distorted lines suddenly surged out from the bodies of those C-level people who fused with the pollution monster, entwining their bodies.

"My lord...it hurts so much...it hurts so bad...what is this..."

These people roared in pain instantly, their mutated limbs entangled together, like octopuses boiled alive in boiling water.

However, Driss' expression remained unchanged.

But in He Ao's vision, under Chao Yi's gaze, the souls of these people are being pierced and torn apart by twisted lines.

Immediately afterwards, twisted holes began to appear on their bodies, as if something was devouring their bodies and souls alive.

Soon, the screaming of pain stopped, these people completely lost their voices, and even their bodies were dissipated in the invisible swallowing.

Only the purple blood and bits of wreckage on the ground indicated that they seemed to have been here before.

At the same time as these people died, He Ao also clearly saw some kind of distorted lines circling around Derris's body, and the oppressive feeling that pressed He Ao, who was almost out of breath, was constantly rising.

"Are they the sacrifices you prepared?"

He Ao looked at Derris with a hoarse voice.

"Yes."

Driss looked calmly.

"All of these 'integrators' are sacrifices you have prepared?"

Howard continued to ask.

"They can be."

Driss looked calmly.

"what."

For some reason, seeing him like this, He Ao suddenly laughed.

"Did brother think of something?"

Dries looked at He Ao calmly, his tone was calm, like an old friend for many years.

"It just occurred to me that these people feed pollution monsters and call the normal people they catch 'fodder,'"

He Ao clutched his injured stomach, as if his abdominal muscles were twitched because of the smile just now, "And they themselves are just fodder for others."

In his eyes, Driss's soul is very pure, and there is no suture that is combined with the pollution monster.

Driss is still a purely human transcendent.

This "hidden man" who created the evolutionary slave actually doesn't believe in the "fusion" and "evolution" of the evolutionary slave, he just raises suitable sacrifices.

So he doesn't care whether the people of evolution really believe in the so-called "God", because these people themselves are not cultivated as "believers".

At this moment, He Ao finally realized why Dries prefers 'Nighthawk' who is obviously at odds with each other as his successor than the film maker.

Because Nighthawk is a 'human', and the film cutter, no matter what, is just a sacrifice.

Thinking of this, the smile on He Ao's face became even stronger.

Blood spilled down his abdomen.

Driss watched He Ao calmly, twisted power hovered in his body, he did not respond to He Ao's emotion, but raised his hand, the soft sword in his hand was entwined by twisted lines, lingering in purple brilliance among

"Old brother, I will see you on your way."

At this moment, his coercion has completely suppressed He Ao, and after the sacrifice, his strength seems to have been improved again, far surpassing He Ao.

He showed his greatest strength here, firstly, to show He Ao respect, and secondly, to avoid complications.

He knew very well that to deal with He Ao, a genius who is slow and changing, the only way to win the final victory is to use the thunder method to kill him completely, without giving the opponent any chance to grow or escape.

Even if He Ao is so old now, it seems that he has no time to grow up.

In a sense, he was indeed intimidated by the 'talent' He Ao just showed.

"Old brother," he looked at He Ao, raised his soft sword, and approached step by step, "You shouldn't have come today, I haven't seen such a heroic and talented opponent like you for a long time."

"If I hadn't come today, would you still say I'm heroic?"

He Ao gave a hard and hoarse laugh.

And with the success of Dries's sacrifice, the terrifying pressure on him became more intense, but he never knelt down on the ground from the beginning to the end, instead, his originally hunched body straightened up a little bit.

And those forces oppressing his soul also soaked into his body at this moment, destroying his body structure and making him weak rapidly.

Driss stared at He Ao calmly, and directly stabbed He Ao's heart with his sword.

He Ao raised a longer crutch with difficulty to try to block the sword, but Dries swung it forcefully, and the crutch flew out directly.

But He Ao also relied on this wave of strength to turn his body sideways, and the blade of the soft sword deflected, piercing He Ao's chest, but did not pierce He Ao's heart as he wished.

But Driss was not surprised at all, He Ao didn't resist, he would be puzzled instead.

He didn't draw out his sword to stab He Ao again. In fact, he knew very well that a powerful transcendent is hard to kill, and he didn't think of piercing He Ao's Achilles' heel with one blow and killing He Ao.
As the soft sword pierced He Ao's body, the terrifying and distorted lines followed the soft sword and Driss's hand, sinking into He Ao's body, and together with the oppressive force, quickly destroyed He Ao's body.

This kind of attack is his real trick to kill He Ao, it doesn't matter where he hits.

But at this moment, the two were already very close.

At this moment, He Ao suddenly showed a smile. He had been holding the butterfly knife and covering his stomach at the same time. Suddenly, his index finger was stained with blood and drew an arc on his body.

In the next second, countless distorted lines appeared in He Ao's mind, and the noisy and chaotic dance music played in his ears, and He Ao's soul was immersed in these lines.

A series of distorted pollutions spread along his consciousness, and the terrifying sense of oppression suddenly eased when the pollution appeared in He Ao's mind.

Driss' sense of oppression does not come from himself, but from the distorted lines in the sky.

And He Ao is naturally very clear about what those distorted lines come from.

Winding Hill.

Driss actually used his own ability to communicate with the winding hill, and with the personality and power of the winding hill, he oppressed He Ao's soul.

But he is not the only one who can communicate with Winding Hill.

In particular, Driss' sense of oppression, reflected in He Ao's perception, is a kind of 'oppression of unbelievers'.

It seems to be a concept, the coercion of the disciplinary knights on the heretics who don't believe in their own gods, this may be the 'ability' of the disciplinary knights.

Although He Ao doesn't believe in the Serpentine Hill, he has entered the Serpentine Hill and has the reflection of the Serpentine Hill in his mind.

In a sense, his connection with Winding Hill may be deeper than that of Dries.

This makes He Ao's "unbelievers" label will be neutralized by the power of the Winding Hill when the power of the Winding Hill is connected, making Driss' "clamp" weaker.

Of course, even without this neutralizing effect, He Ao can still try to use these homologous pollutions to impact the oppressive power of Dries.

However, he can only use this move once, and he will be on guard when Driss reacts.

So He Ao has never exposed this connection, and has never caused these pollutions. He is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity for Dries to approach him undefended.

At this moment, Driss also reacted and realized something was wrong.

He was going to draw his sword and leave immediately, but at this moment those winding lines have completely destroyed He Ao's body, and if he lets go now, it may give He Ao a chance to escape.

And if he stays, it only takes a moment, He Ao will definitely die, even if He Ao launches a counterattack, it may not be able to hurt him, he can completely exchange his injury for his life.

At this moment, he was caught in a choice.

However, he, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, made a decision almost instantly, and immediately prepared to draw his sword and retreat.

Just at this moment.

Easy to think!
Mental disturbance!

Under the two-way effect of modifying the choice and mental shock, he still didn't make the action of drawing the sword in the end.

It was a short stay, but everything was more than enough.

He Ao tried his best to burst out the last bit of strength, raised the butterfly knife in his hand, which was strengthened by spiritual consciousness, and pierced the center of Driss' heart with one knife.

At this moment, Driss finally realized what was going on, but it was too late.

Although Driss is very strong, he has not received the real pollution mutation from the gods. He is still a pure person, and he is not some special talent sequence. He only has one energy core.

He couldn't find the Achilles' heel, but He Ao could find his.

But only at such a close distance could He Ao have a chance to stab him.

What He Ao did was actually a matter of exchanging injuries for lives.

But as long as he is late, he will die.

"Your talent sequence is more than..."

Driss opened his mouth, and with the collapse of the energy gathering point, countless energies rampaged through his body.

"Old brother,"

He Ao's hand, whose crutches were knocked off, encircled Dries' shoulders from behind. Under the destruction of the twisted lines, his body had already lost much strength.

With both hands, pulling and pushing, he pierced the butterfly knife deeper into Dries' body again, and the sharp point of the knife pierced Dries' back, and continued, "'Listen' is the opposite of' teller', and 'listener' as opposed to..."

He paused, "The person behind the scenes is the 'Orator'?"

Driss's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he slowly showed a relieved smile. At this moment, his aura had been exhausted to the extreme, and the scattered energy after the energy gathering point was destroyed had completely destroyed his body.

"Old brother, although I don't know how you manage to have two talent sequences, but next, it's your battle."

This powerful 'Retribution Knight' lost his breath forever at this moment.

He Ao backed away slowly, and pulled out the butterfly knife that had been inserted into Dries' body.

And after losing his support, Dries' body fell forward to the ground.

At this time, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

Teams of people in the uniforms of the Pollution Cleanup Division rushed forward.

As soon as they came up, they saw Driss lying on the ground, they were stunned for a moment, then looked up at He Ao vigilantly, not daring to move forward.

"Are there any flowers?"

And He Ao just glanced at them, and asked softly, "I want the best bunch."

The people around were stunned for a moment, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Finally, after a brief silence, a person who seemed to be the leader turned around and said a few words, allowing a person in the last row to enter the stairwell.

After a while, the person who had left ran up, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his arms.

He originally planned to give flowers to his boss, but as soon as he came up, everyone immediately moved away to the two sides, 'making way' for him to an 'empty avenue' leading directly to He Ao.

He was dazed for a moment, but could only bite the bullet, walked towards He Ao step by step, and handed the flowers to He Ao.

"Thank you."

He Ao took the flowers with his bloodstained hands. He held the bouquet of flowers and slowly placed them in front of Driss's body. Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword inserted into his chest, and pulled out the soft sword suddenly. out.

Accompanied by the splash of blood, the surrounding people subconsciously took a few steps back.

He Ao put the soft sword in his hand beside Derris, and then stood up slowly.

If Driss didn't use the skill of punishing knights in the end, and didn't try to suppress He Ao with the Winding Hill, if He Ao didn't have the power of super memory 'Yi Si' to change his choice.

He is the one lying here now.

Driss is actually much stronger than him, and the opponent is very likely to be the most powerful person in the city.

But from the beginning to the end, from the show of talent that aroused Driss' vigilance, to the last moment when he was about to be killed by Driss, he used the power of the winding hills, which made Driss fall into the choice.

Using the super-memory mark that was placed on Driss's body a long time ago, he changed his final choice.

In fact, Driss is also stepping into He Ao's trap step by step, although this trap is what He Ao constantly conceived and supplemented during the battle.

In this battle, he actually had a lot to gamble on, but if he didn't gamble, he wouldn't be able to solve the four B-level games at all.

Could it be that if he doesn't come to the banquet today, can he escape smoothly?
Although some of them have entered the city, there are still large troops of the Kaijiete Group Mercenary Group stationed outside the city.

If you don't gamble, you will die, but if you gamble, you still have a chance.

He Ao picked up the crutches on the ground, supported his body, and walked step by step to the dining table just now.

There are two things on the table.

The same is a book, the one that Driss really read when he came.

The name of this book is very simple, it is called "The Mystery of the Talent Sequence"

He Ao stretched out his bloody hand, picked up the book, and quickly flipped through it.

His movements are fast, like quantum reading, and everyone around him feels that he is flipping through it casually.

Then He Ao turned his head and looked at the bookshelf behind Dries' chair.

The books on the bookshelf are all about current affairs or military strategies. He Ao randomly selected a few titles that looked pleasing to the eye, flipped through them in a quantum reading style, and then put the books back.

In the end, he walked around the dining table and returned to his seat. Then he looked at the suitcase on the table and slowly hugged the suitcase in his arms.

Then he just stood there, motionless.

The shadow of the dining table is stretched very long by the lights on the roof.

After a while, the people around dared to gather around.

The crowd stared at Ho Ao.

Soon, someone noticed that the gray-haired old man was still looking forward with his cloudy eyes, but his chest no longer heaved.

They waited a while longer.

The old man still didn't move.

The people around gradually gathered around.

"died?"

There was a wave of doubt in the crowd.

They stepped forward one by one, looking into those wide but cloudy eyes.

"It seems to be dead?"

A bold young man stepped forward and gave a slight nudge, but made no push.

But the old man didn't respond at all.

So he pushed hard again, pushing the old man forward.

The old man's body finally fell backwards upright, but he was still clinging to the suitcase tightly in his arms.

"Really dead?"

The young man was taken aback.

At this moment, the light breeze blows over the lights, and the scattered shadows sway.

When everyone came back to their senses, the old man's body had disappeared.

"not dead?"

The crowd was startled and quickly dispersed.

After a while, nothing happened around, and people gradually quieted down.

"That was just now..."

Someone whispered.

"Perhaps a shadow dog?"

"Shadow Dog? That Nighthawk? Isn't Nighthawk dead?"

"If the Nighthawk is dead, the Shadow Dog is not necessarily dead. That beast is very cunning. This is not the first time we have suffered from it."

"Then this old guy...?"

"Maybe he's dead?"

"Like a nighthawk..."

"The director..."

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"gentlemen."

A man in military uniform walked into the hall, he looked at the old man sitting in the hall with his back turned to him.

The bright lights illuminated the silent chessboard in front of the old man, and the old man looked through the top of the chessboard, watching the brightly lit city, "Speak."

"Dris..." The man paused, "Dead."

The old man's eyes were calm, he slowly lowered his head, looked at the chessboard in front of him, paused briefly, then picked up the 'White Queen' that was standing in front of him, moved it out of the chessboard, and sighed, "After all, he is too young. big,"

Then he stared at the black car that was in the same space as 'Queen' before, "'Sito'?"

"Yes,"

The man transferred from the army nodded, "According to the people at the scene, he was also seriously injured and lost his vitality, but the body seems to have been taken away by the 'shadow dog' of Nighthawk."

Hearing this sentence, the old man was silent for a moment, and he stared at the black car.

But he did not remove the piece from the board in the end.

Men in military uniforms were also waiting at the door.

For a long time, the old man stared at the inside of the chessboard. He had been forced to a 'black pawn' in the corner, and asked slowly, "Is that 'Isia' who was in contact with Xito still alive?"

"Yes, she escaped the roundup, and now she should be hiding somewhere in the South City or West City."

replied the officer man.

The old man's eyes fell on the black car that had broken into his body, "Contact the underground intermediaries in Nancheng and Xicheng, especially the intermediaries who smuggled out of the city, and let them pay attention to the news of 'Isia'."

"Yes."

The officer man nodded, turned and left the room.

The old man was still looking at the chessboard in front of him.

In addition to the black rook who didn't know his life and death, and the black pawn forced in the corner, among the black pieces opposite him, there was also a king with his back turned to him, a black bishop, a black queen, and a black horse .

And some messy black soldiers.

The silence in the night slowly struck again.

The old man raised his head and looked at the city in the lights.

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