After I became the infinite flow boss

In the suburbs of Lostan, guided by the wave of black particles, Bei Heng walked towards the road to the black tower.

He seemed to be talking to tens of millions of lives at the same time, and one syllable emitted tens of millions of voices. The amount of information in a few seconds could generate the amount of information generated by human cities in a day.

Tens of millions of joyful bright souls told their stories together, but among these souls, there were also many different voices.

"Is that so..."

Bei Heng lowered his eyes and thought about something. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses, raised his eyes, and stared at the scene in the city.

Under the dark clouds, the city was divided into the luxurious aristocratic district and the poor refugee street. There were happy voices and sad voices. There were children praising their fathers in the light, and there were children insulting their fathers in the dark alleys.

In the complex scene, there were faint signs that were different from the past.

"My father, you will love us forever, right?"

A little soul suddenly asked, interrupting Bei Heng's thinking.

Bei Heng looked at it and smiled, "Of course, father loves each of you children."

They happily spun around, and the black particles transformed into various shapes. However, this scene was no different from the hell map in the eyes of ordinary people.

Bei Heng's eyes were slightly dark, and he changed the subject and said, "Please get the outsiders out first."

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Just when the players were preparing to act.

In an instant, the pure white humanoids that seemed harmless just now suddenly changed their appearance. Their skins were torn by the huge black beasts inside, revealing the hideous and evil shapes like large insects and ants, with white bones and rotten flesh. Each of them had the volume of a three-story building, and their steps made the floor shake.

Mental pollution emanated from them, like a tsunami, and it was an overwhelming terror.

"Ah!"

"Defend quickly! Don't save the props, and use the ones that can be protected by the spirit quickly!"

Thousands of players wailed in chaos, and dozens of people's brains exploded, blooming black and red brain flowers. They were directly washed away by the materialized mental pollution.

"Woo-ah--"

At the same time, dozens of people knelt on the ground, scratching their heads frantically, their nails scraping off layers of flesh and fur.

"I didn't, I didn't, it wasn't me who killed you!"

"Aren't you dead? Why are you here?"

"Dad, Mom? Didn't I kill you? No, no, no, I didn't kill you, you died on your own! It's none of my business."

A group of players suddenly went crazy, some of them confessed their sins, some of them remembered the most terrible experience, and their spirits collapsed.

Players with willpower values ​​below one thousand were defeated across the board, and turned directly into a ball of blood, exploding with rolling black particles.

This sudden attack was beyond the expectations of many players.

They could limit the power of the level boss, but they could not limit the power of the level monsters. They were all terrifying monsters that far exceeded the basic values ​​of the level players. If they were to fight with basic values ​​alone, they would have no way to survive.

Wu Xian's face also became serious.

Chen Qiuyue, the leader of the big union, raised her hands, bent over with difficulty, and kept reciting the spell of [Defense]. A large multi-array pattern took shape in front of her, barely blocking the impact of mental pollution.

Dozens of powerful players were hiding behind her, and everyone was relying on Chen Qiuyue.

"Hold on!"

"Damn! I'm afraid we can't even get past the monsters guarding the gate."

Wuxian pointed one hand forward, and the black energy shield separated the mental pollution wave in front of him, but he himself was also affected a little.

"Damn, mental monsters are trouble." He cursed.

In the chaos, the Inverted Cross Church, which had prepared in advance, took the lead in launching an offensive.

Buzz! Suddenly, a ball of golden light burst out, and the light particles fought wildly with the mental pollution wave, even temporarily submerging the mental pollution wave.

The believers of the Inverted Cross Church took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. In the face of the extremely tense crisis, each of them used their high-level super-speed skills to the extreme. They were all fighting hard, and everyone used all the means they could use at the moment.

At one time, halos of different colors exploded, causing a series of explosions, shaking the entire land. The energy shock even overwhelmed the spiritual pollution in front.

The evil shapes were angry, opened their mouths with a radius of five meters, and roared.

The ancient mysterious blood text was like thorns and branches, blooming from the position of the stairs, about to pierce the believers in front.

At this time, Trace shouted.

The leading believer was mentally controlled and immediately rushed forward to use a sacrificial prop. The Shura evil ghost climbed from his feet to his head and gnawed him to death in an instant. At the same time, the sacrifice of the evil ghost exchanged for the third-order sealing technique [Wild Devouring].

A huge dark energy surged out of the array pattern and collided with the shock wave of the blood text. The storm blew away the bones on the ground, and the collision of energy and matter was deafening.

Wuxian chopped up all the bones in front of him, and saw that the people of the Inverted Cross Church rushed to the evil shapes and prepared for a suicide attack.

"Fuck, a bunch of crazy people who don't care about their lives."

Wu Xian knew that he could no longer hold back his strength, so he immediately activated his differentiation profession and rushed to the stairs at high speed.

The huge evil shapes roared again, and in just a moment, tens of thousands of blood thorns appeared behind them, covering the sky and the earth.

The next second, these blood thorns were like swords drawn from their sheaths, locking onto the surviving players and firing instantly, almost at the speed of sound.

More than a hundred players were shot and flew backwards, their bodies burst, blood splattered, the scene was just like mowing the grass.

Seeing this, the group of casual players around Wu Xian had the idea of ​​retreating.

"We can't get through this level, let's retreat first, my mental protection buff is almost at its limit."

"Me too, the people of the Inverted Cross Church seem to be willing to sacrifice their lives, should we go out and wait for them to pass the level successfully?"

While they were trying their best to save themselves, they had to think about the current situation. Wu Xian didn't expect them to be so useless.

However, just as they thought about this, the black tower door behind them suddenly closed and disappeared, and they were locked in this space!

"Fuck, does anyone have space skills!"

"Use it quickly!"

"I have, but I can't use it. All space skills are prohibited here. They want to lock us in and kill us!"

The players who were about to escape felt desperate. This mood swing aggravated the mental pollution on the spot, and the black particles in their bodies swallowed them up in an instant.

"Damn, I finally understand. This is not only mental pollution, but also genetic pollution!"

"Huh? What do you mean!"

"Our bodies in this level are all the bodies of indigenous humans, and all the humans in this world are the children of the level boss. As long as we are in this body, we can't escape!"

"You mean we are imprisoned by our own flesh!?"

The players were playing and arguing, but they didn't realize that their minds were already confused, and their overall intelligence was several levels lower than their normal level. Mental pollution was not the most terrible, but mental degradation was!

In fact, even if they went out, they would only find that all the players outside except them had been killed by the level boss. The more than 1,000 players in their black tower were actually all the surviving players in the current level.

Boom! The evil shape in the distance and the Inverted Cross Church started a fierce fight.

In order to survive, Trace used his Inverted Cross believers to the extreme. He began to taste the benefits of the soul sacrifice props, and controlled the believers to use the props one by one, and died with the evil shape one by one.

This style of play is too vicious, and it is rare even in the infinite world.

Wuxian saw that if Trace continued like this, he would break through the encirclement of the evil shape, so he threw out several god-level props and attacked the Inverted Cross Church and the evil shape at the same time.

Trace noticed his action in advance and quickly supported the high-level [Defense] shield.

At the same time, a group of evil shapes howled continuously, and they actually combined to push the mental pollution to the extreme. The terrifying mental pressure doubled and descended, turning into substantial energy to overwhelm the whole scene. The blood words filled the entire space, like a sea of ​​blood, flooding into the deep bodies of all players, directly reaching the genes.

Powerful players such as Trace and Wuxian could not escape their means, and were heavily overwhelmed and fell to the ground.

What's more terrible is that their spirits were also severely invaded.

Even Wuxian, whose will value was as high as more than 5,000, was affected, and thought of his experience in the present world.

In just a moment, a huge amount of memory information suddenly rushed towards him. This was definitely an information attack. Wuxian's brain couldn't calculate it at all after receiving such a large amount of information unexpectedly, and fell into confusion for a while.

Their fervent calls for their parents especially triggered Wuxian's bad childhood memories, causing him to be stunned for a moment, and his entire spirit deteriorated to a degree that he himself could not have imagined.

He thought of his two disastrous parents, and the resentment in his heart was suppressed to the extreme, and suddenly broke out.

Blood words suddenly crawled all over Wuxian's arms, and bloodworms as big as fingers emerged.

Trace's eyes widened, as if he could not imagine that even Wuxian, who was in the top 100 of the Infinite List, could not resist this level of mental pollution. This copy was too fucking weird.

Trace looked around and found that all the inverted cross believers except him had exploded and died, and no one could use sacrifice anymore.

However, at this moment, the Pope's instructions appeared in his consciousness again.

"You come to sacrifice, just make sure you don't die immediately, the "Heart of the Lord" is on it"

Trace's pressure doubled, he was holding a prop in his hand, and was still thinking about whether to use it.

But the huge evil shape of the fusion appeared above his head the next second, and was about to step on him to death.

Trace gave it his all, sacrificed 80 souls, and activated the special item [Sacrament]!

Instantly, white light shone throughout the space, and the giant evil shape was repelled by the light, shattered, and turned into streams of black particles. The blood words disappeared one after another, as if the entire space had faded.

Wuxian stared at this scene blankly. At this moment, his spirit was degraded to the state when he just entered the infinite world, but he had not noticed it yet.

Trace, who kept vomiting blood, stood up. Now is the chance!

He activated his strongest speed at the moment and rushed straight to the stairs.

But at this moment, he was desperate. He rushed to the stairs with all his heart, but missed. The stairs disappeared instantly.

Trace was shocked and his body was about to fall.

At this time, a white arm suddenly stretched out from the void and grabbed his arm.

"Ahhh!"

Trace screamed in pain and retreated urgently. He looked down and found that he had broken one arm directly, and black particles were still emitting from the amputation.

A young human figure walked out of the void calmly, with black hair, blue eyes, and a mysterious black cross earring on his right ear.

At the first glance, Trace sensed the horror of this humanoid creature from the origin of its existence. He was horrified and quickly stepped back.

"Level boss!"

What? Hearing this name, Wuxian, who had just been in a daze, suddenly woke up.

It was not until then that they realized that the other more than a thousand players who broke into the black tower together were almost all wiped out. There was a flood of black particles behind them, and the two of them were the only two players who survived.

Wuxian stood up and stared at the humanoid creature that suddenly appeared.

No, is he really a creature? He used the black nail in the prop column and found that the black nail pointed directly at this humanoid creature, as if he was the "heart of the Lord God". No, should it be said that the "heart of the Lord God" is on him? !

Wuxian's thinking was severely deteriorated, and mental pollution was still affecting him, causing his mind to be confused. Although he was in such a deadly situation, he did not take effective action immediately.

He was lucky because Bei Heng did not pay attention to him at the beginning, but paid attention to the souls of the Inverted Cross Church that were destroyed by sacrifice.

These humans were completely destroyed and would never exist again, and this was their choice. Bei Heng's face was a little heavy, as if he thought of something.

Before coming, he went to the black tower and found the energy polymer that exuded magical divinity.

It has been emitting the breath of "the heart of the Lord God", but it is not the "heart of the Lord God", but the shell of the heart, an energy body used to protect the heart.

When Bei Heng touched it, it melted directly on Bei Heng, as if it was originally Bei Heng's power.

Holding a little puzzled, seeing the violent conflict under the black tower, Bei Heng immediately came down to solve it.

He didn't expect that these humans would destroy their souls in order to pass the level. If their father knew about this, he would be sad for them.

Bei Heng suddenly turned his head and cast his eyes on Cui Si.

"You..." Cui Si was almost scared to death, and couldn't help but retreat a dozen steps away, almost stepping into the black surge behind.

Bei Heng looked at Cui Si, his eyes were slightly depressed, and he almost saw through Cui Si's essence.

Under Bei Heng's sight, Cui Si seemed to have lost all consciousness. His power as a player kept draining away, and his level dropped layer by layer, as if he was being judged by terror.

Cui Si's mind was blank, and he surrendered to that existence from the depths of his soul. His consciousness seemed to step on air and fall infinitely.

At the same time, another force lifted up his soul.

That was the Pope, and the Pope really took action. Cui Si thought desperately that he would not be able to save his soul.

Bei Heng looked at him, his eyes fell on the inverted cross emblem on Cui Si's robe, and he said as if talking to himself.

"You... So that's it, you hate your father."

"I gave you everything you wanted, and I paid so much, but you still want to kill your father."

The Pope took over the control of Cui Si's body. Hearing Bei Heng's words, he trembled all over, and his green eyes did not even dare to meet Bei Heng's eyes.

"Your father protects you very much, but you still like to trample on His love, and for this... you even studied the means of sacrifice."

"I..."

The Pope's pupils shrank suddenly, and his arms were shaking.

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