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Lu Zhengkang felt the noisy air enveloping his head in his drowsy sleep, making his headache worse.

The roar of the Burmese dog reverberated in the refuge, and the magical elements made a harsh scream. Lu Zhengkang turned over and stood up. The originally spacious refuge was filled with more than twenty gray-black elongated ghosts.

Their looks are terribly ugly, and two more glances can make people spit out: lying on the ground like a dog, their legs are twisted like dry vines, their hands are extremely long, almost longer than their bodies, and their chests The upper part is covered with tiny insect feet.

The face was half-rotted sheep bone, with a long and narrow outline, and only a dark shadow in the eyeholes, while oily maggots wriggled between the flesh.

They smelled strange, like rotten wood soaked, and smelled of rust, polluting the air in the entire shelter.

Lu Zhengkang woke up a little later, the mage was knocked to the ground, and half of his thoracic spine was taken out. The leader and the priest were wearing a psionic shield, and they were applying magic blows to the dogs of Burmese.

The lightning chain intertwined into an ice blue light net in the narrow room. In such a strong light, the color of everything seemed to be deprived. Only the dogs of Burmese eggplant twitched their filthy and deformed bodies and shrank as soon as they flashed. Into the corners of the walls, the corners of the table, the edges of the picture frames, and the gaps in the floor tiles, they jump from the "corners" of all two-dimensional and three-dimensional spaces. This is their characteristic. They can move freely between the "corners". When they enter When it was in the corner, it seemed to become a pool of ink, completely integrated into it, and none of the attack methods within the concept could hurt them.

Lu Zhengkang chanted the Golden Light Curse in a low voice, and the sea of ​​flying sword cage burst out like a pool of stars with a magnificent and scorching sword aura, shooting out like billions of needles. At this moment, Lu Zhengkang seemed to have all his thoughts merged. In the sword aura, his inspiration expanded, and a candle with antlers on his head flew out and fell on the body of the cage sea sword. In a flash, the golden sword light turned into a full porcelain white, and it was in the refuge. It was like a sun plugged in, so bright that you couldn't open your eyes.

Jian Guang avoided the three shelter residents, and then sank into every inch of the house. Every centimetre, Lu Zhengkang's verses chanted became thicker and thicker, and the echoes rolled around the room, like the thunder of the sky shaking.

Even though the dogs of Burmese were hidden in logic, they were still forced out by the Golden Light Curse, and then the tragic sword energy crushed them into dregs.

Lu Zhengkang withdrew his flying sword, and his inflating Qi also dropped.

The ceiling, walls, and the ground were rustling with a layer of powder dust, the bricks and stones in the room were filled up, the paintings on the walls were cut into circles, the wall feet were cut into internal arcs, and the tables and chairs were all chamfered. , Became extremely rounded, and there was no longer any sharp angle in the whole room.

The leader was dumbfounded.

The priest shivered.

The mage was dying.

Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Half a minute ago, he was still being abused by the gods and gods, and it was his turn to bully the mobs.

This is nothing to be proud of. Comparing the two makes Lu Zhengkang look pitiful. There is no doubt in his heart whether the results he has achieved so far are just a good-looking bubble.

Does it make sense? No matter how strong he is, without permission, he will kneel when he meets Kamsky.

What's more, will the reality he is in is just a virtual space? He wrestled in the illusory illusion, everything was meaningless.

The toughness just broke in the crisis.

Lu Zhengkang is trying to forget the meaningless fact of his struggle as much as possible. He is like a special actor who enters the play. But when Kamsky appeared, he put the truth in front of him, told him to see the situation clearly and give up his illusions. At that time, his huge feeling of falling was like falling into a pool of cool snow water. It was not cold to the bones, but his whole body was numb.

Unlike in "Three Worlds", he can immerse himself in the atmosphere of the game as much as he can. On the nameless island, Lu Zhengkang came with the mission of destroying vain, and he should have been full of spurned surroundings. But in this process, he is involuntarily developing a sense of identity with the environment. The nameless island is certainly a bad land, but Lu Zhengkang found that in this post-apocalyptic world with no order and morality, he felt unparalleled happiness: the joy of killing. A soul that has been suppressed in reality for too long can wander through the ruins, even for a short time, but the tail of the comet still sweeps across every corner of the sky, illuminating the dry land. Sometimes he suspects that he is a perverted anti-social lunatic.

This is the weakness of human beings. It is impossible to maintain rationality forever, nor to maintain goodness forever. Not doing evil is just that the environment does not allow it. If placed in a specific situation, everyone may become a villain.

When the world in front of you looks real, feels like it is real, and feels more refreshing than the real world, how many people would be unwilling or dislike it?

Lu Zhengkang analyzed his own mentality a little bit: He found that he actually enjoyed this mission a little bit. He became an amateur savior, and his personality was sublimated to the limit, with great blessing and honor. After he discovered his unique characteristics, he felt that the difficulty of this task was much reduced.

After all, he is actually not as lofty as he thought, nor does he have a firm heart. He is not the maintenance bug who has experienced countless life and death battles, nor is he a Buddha who is sacred and sanctified. He is just a general. Lu Zhengkang, a traverser who hasn't had a system for ordinary pass.

He himself couldn't say exactly why he would stick to it. From a high school student to Major Deer all the way, he could only explain it by inertia. Kamsky is right. He has no faith. He grew up from an age when faith was absent.

He might have been an indifferent wall. If life is difficult and difficult, he will really recognize Zhimeng.

It's really shameful, but this is the real Lu Zhengkang. He is not made of special materials. It should be said that all the theories in the past can hardly give the people any particularly correct guidance when the society has developed to this height.

After Kamsky's sling, he couldn't lift up. Especially when he thought that the reality he was living in might be just an ornamental of creatures behind the fourth wall~www.readwn.com~, he felt even more depressed.

Lu Zhengkang collected the cage sea and walked to the mage. He was seriously injured. Lu Zhengkang treated him with a spell, but the effect was not good, but he treated the wound well to make him sober.

"Are you ready? Do you want to accept purification?"

The mage nodded, "I have never been so sure about one thing in my life. I will leave this ghost place by all means, even if it is death."

Lu Zhengkang hesitated. He asked, "Is it worth it? Believe in an outsider so hastily."

The mage looked up and down the upright man in front of him in surprise, "Are you scared? People like you should do a career wherever you go. A good general never shows a sad face to soldiers. Outsiders, the more With a mission, the more sorrowful you are, the stronger you will be."

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "It's easy to say. I just ran into the creator of this island in my sleep, but he taught me a lot, said a lot of shit, and killed me again. Alive."

"Wow." The leader exclaimed dryly.

The priest patted Lu Zhengkang's back lightly, his eyes compassionate and gentle.

The mage wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth, "It’s good for you to live, and there is endless hope when you live. You should think so. Since you have survived, you must double your hatred to return it. If you feel that you have lost the way forward Strength, it is better to let hatred guide you. Only love and hate are pure in this world. They will make you never stop until you achieve your goal."

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head to ponder for a long time, and when he raised his head again, it was like a spring breeze.

"Okay, I understand."

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